This is a story about three Yimeng women.
Three women, a jar of sauce, a handful of grass, and an account.
On the day when the pole came down the mountain, Zhen Xiang stood at the gate of the valley holding the sauce altar. The lid opened a crack, and the bandit's horse on the opposite side knelt down.
Vanilla was pinned to the rocky ground of Bandit Cave. She saved her life with three sentences: "I know how to take medicine. I can treat injuries. Kill me, and no one on this mountain will be able to treat your injuries."
Guizhi ran eighty miles at night carrying her father's fake account book. She could see the words and speak - the real words were as steady as ink, while the false words had red edges. She hugged the fire and fled to Houguyu.
The three women met for the first time in Shimengou. No one knew at that time that this touch would tie three lives together.
They didn't know that someone was watching them in the dark. There are three circles drawn on a picture - sauce, grass and book. Below is a line of small words: "Three women gather together to open the gate of heaven."
They don't know what Tianmen is.
They only know that in this troubled world, the only ones they can rely on are themselves and the few sisters around them.
They are beautiful, gentle, and not coquettish.
Work when you should work, work hard when you need to fight, and never let go of the people you should protect even after death.
