He Miao touched the gold bracelet on her wrist and looked at the ruby head on her head in the mirror. Hey, it's nice. He is from a wealthy family.
Three years later, He Miao, with disheveled hair and a hard-faced black bun, huddled in a dilapidated house with a nailed-down window. Oops, her rice vat fell over. It's over, she's going to be sold.
He Miao closed her protruding belly. I, I, I know how to eat. I can eat it. Which family has more rice? Kindhearted people will take pity on her and adopt her. No, buy the little girl. The buyer raised his eyebrows again and again, and couldn't help but roll his eyes at her one after another.
He Miao wiped the saliva that had sprayed on her face when her husband was yelling at her, "Wow, that's really sad." But by chance, he met a poor man with no land or cows who came to buy a wife. He Miao finally regained his clarity and looked at him in awe. I didn't eat much, but I knew how to sew and cook. The middle-aged man almost cried with joy. This girl with an abnormal brain was sold. No, she had to eat something good to make up for it. It was such a bad thing, it really broke her heart.
Intention: Wherever the spring breeze returns, my heart is my hometown