Zhuhe grew up in an orphanage. He worked hard to complete his studies by working as a cow and horse. After graduation, he went to a farm to raise pigs and sheep. Although he was good-looking, he had never been in love. On her 28th birthday, a mean man thought her dark gray one smelled like pig. She was so sad that she hugged the pig in the pig pen, howled, cried, and rolled around. When she woke up, she realized that she had traveled to a dynasty that had never appeared in history. One day, while she was hunting wild animals in the mountains, she picked up a man who was seriously injured. After taking him home and cleaning him, she found that the man was very strange and good-looking. . . . . .
All historical fictions are purely fictitious
Intention: Continuous self-improvement