A modern person's daily hard work in ancient times, because outsiders can only sneak into the refugees and obtain temporary household registration, because the treasures in their hands cannot be cashed in due to information barriers. Because I was not familiar with ancient times, I could only move around to work in several nearby towns, and because I didn't have a penny, I couldn't count on any knowledge of science and engineering. In order to fill her stomach, she can only join the beggar gang to learn talents, fight against big bags at the dock, work as a fortune teller on the street, and of course, she is best at mourning. The most outrageous thing is that after working so hard, she still has to raise a scholar and a leader. In short, my stomach is never full, and there is always a black pot on my head.
Purpose: Focus on the survival resilience of the little people at the bottom, write about the unchanging equality and goodwill in the ups and downs of troubled times, and the two-way redemption of two advanced souls across identity and worldliness.