When Lin He opened her eyes, three hundred yuan in gifts were being counted in front of her.
The original owner, who was nineteen years old, had been called "Silly Xiaohe" for many years. Her father was partial and her half-brother was in debt, so the family prepared to sell her to a widower who was seventeen years older than her.
Ma Jinwang stretched out his hand to pull her, and she lowered her head and took a sip.
The marriage was canceled, but the Lin family refused to let her go and wanted to kidnap her back to continue exchanging money. Lin He got out of the woodshed and ran barefoot into the rain, but was picked up and taken home by Uncle Lu who was passing by.
Uncle Lu looked at his nephew who was good looking but half-experienced in his craftsmanship.
"Xingzhou, do you want a wife?"
Lu Xingzhou's face was filled with disgust: "No."
That being said, he gave her a room, a bowl of hot rice, and a place to stay temporarily.
Everyone thought that the Lu family had picked up a silly girl. It wasn't until the broken sewing machine, radio and old alarm clock started spinning again in Lin He's hands that Lu Xingzhou realized that she was not stupid or stupid, she had just been pretending for many years.
Later, Lin He found a key from the old sewing machine left by his mother. Behind the key is an old shop on the West Street of the county town, which is also the last way of survival left to her by her mother.
There is no system, no space, just a pair of hands that can repair old things.
From a convenience trial repair stall to a real repair shop, Lin He repaired the tatters that others didn't want one by one, and also restored his old days that were trampled on to look the way he wanted.
