I am an orphan and grew up eating Baijia rice.
After sneaking into a rich family's house and stealing a few valuable things, I was chased and beaten by their guards. By the time I escaped to the suburbs, I was already exhausted and fainted as soon as I closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes again and found myself in a bamboo house filled with a light herbal aroma.
... The person who saved me was a blind herb collector. She didn't look like a powerful person.
So I decided to stay shamelessly.
However, the scary thing is that she is not the kind and compassionate person I imagined.
She was digging a hole in the yard, and I suspected she was going to bury someone.
My pupils were shaking, and I wanted to rush out immediately and beg her not to bury me.
*The third person of the text
Purpose: Live hard