Zhu Yu transmigrated. She became the most pitiful girl in Xinghua Village: her parents had vanished, her grandparents thought she was a money-losing burden, and her uncle and aunt worked her like an animal. There wasn't a single uninjured patch of skin on her.
On her first day awake, she fired right back at the aunt who cursed her.
On the second day, her grandparents sold her to a fool in neighboring Qinghe Village in exchange for four taels of betrothal money. The whole village waited to laugh at her.
Zhu Yu just smiled. She rolled up her sleeves to reveal arms covered in scars, tearfully demanded to cut ties with her family, signed the severance papers without hesitation, and walked away without looking back.
Everyone said that marrying a fool meant her life was over.
But what happened? She could identify a hundred kinds of herbs on the mountain and cook a delicious meal back home. The sesame-salt flatbreads she made filled the whole street with their aroma, and dried herbs brought her silver when she sold them to the apothecary. Within six months, she had renovated her house. Within a year, she'd bought land and raised pigs. Three years later, the richest person in Qinghe Village was named Zhu.
Her foolish husband, Jiang You, stood six foot one, but had the mind of a child and clear eyes like a fawn in the forest. He couldn't say sweet things. All he could do was crouch beside her and wipe her sweat when she was tired. He didn't understand business. All he could do was clumsily stand in front of her and say, "Don't you dare bully my wife."
Before long, everyone knew that the little fool of the Jiang family was spoiled rotten by Zhu Yu.
When the jealous villagers from Xinghua came to make trouble, Zhu Yu stood at the gate and sneered. "Who was it that said I'd be nothing without you?" The day she walked out that door, she'd said they could wait and see who ended up rich and who ended up poor.
She waited and saw. She won.
