My sister stole my scholar fiance and forced me to marry that "violent" charcoal seller in the mountains.
My father said yes and my mother remained silent. My fiancé passed by me and spat condescendingly:
"A village girl and a charcoal man are a perfect match."
I didn't cry. I carried the broken tea record left by my grandfather and married into the leaky stone house in the heavy rain.
The whole village was waiting to see me beaten to death by the man with a face covered in charcoal.
As a result, he was barefoot in the middle of the night and picked up the gravel on my way in.
I taught him how to make fine charcoal from broken silver that sounded like a chime and was as good as iron. He protected me to stand firm in this troubled world.
When the fragrance of my broken silver, charcoal and tea floats ten miles away, and the county magistrate invites me into the city,
Shen Qingyun was begging on the streets of Beijing because he failed in the scientific examination, and my sister who was sold was crying for me to take her in.
I smiled coldly and closed the door of the tea house with my backhand.
"You were said to be a perfect match at first, but now why are you still refusing to be a match?"
