Two hundred taels of silver and fifty acres of fertile land bought Wu Lingchun's life. She didn't know what her husband looked like. Such a poor fisherman could only buy her for good fortune, or even to marry her. The moment she stepped into the sedan chair, she saw the dry well-like world she would live in from now on.
She was unwilling to give up and could only swallow it in her stomach. I hope that from now on, there will be no Wu Lingchun, only a clay doll that will never laugh again. But what is waiting for her ahead? Is there any way back for her?