If you didn't practice cultivation in your previous life, you will become a charcoal in this life.
Su Hui traveled to his "previous life", but he still didn't escape the word "charcoal".
The family business is on the verge of collapse, the charcoal kiln is half-used, the shop is about to be closed, colleagues are watching eagerly, creditors are pressing hard every day, and the family is crying.
She looked down at her hands...
Later, she graded the charcoal, determined the name of the charcoal, changed the charcoal bags, built the charcoal kiln, recruited mountain people, and planted charcoal forests.
Later, it snowed heavily in Chang'an, and tens of thousands of houses burned with charcoal.
It's just that charcoal fire is easy to control, but people's hearts are difficult to control.
The little scholar she picked up by chance secretly changed his mind and no longer wanted to be a superficial man.
The little scholar was obedient during the day, but at night he asked her with red eyes:
"Su Hui, you can lend me your identity, your reputation, or your future."
"My heart, why don't you want it?"
Intention: Man can conquer nature
