When he opened his eyes, the paint artist Feng Yurao traveled through time.
A domestically violent and scumbag father, a sickly mother, a home with empty walls, and a younger brother who is as thin as a carrot.
Moreover, for ten taels of silver, the scumbag father wants to marry her off to that scoundrel man who drinks, fights, and climbs walls to steal sex!
What to do? Feng Yurao believes that the root cause is that he was forced by the word "poor". !
It just so happened that on the barren hills near my home, a large amount of mineral pigments were treated as waste by ignorant villagers!
What a waste of natural resources!
From then on, Feng Yurao started the first pot of gold to make a fortune.
From mining ores, to extracting pigments, to opening a store, and then setting up a chain store, the painter Xu Jimo hired at the same time is getting better and better at painting, and money is coming in every day.
Feng Yurao smiled even in his dreams.
In the Gaomen courtyard, she drank the bird's nest porridge cooked by her mother, listened to her brother reading, and then watched her scumbag father confess with tears in his eyes——
I just feel that life is nothing more than this.
However, Xu Yimo disagreed.
He handed over a painting and looked at her beautiful features with a smile, "Yu Rao, this is the real perfection!"
In the painting, the woman smiles like a flower, and the man stands beside a jade tree in the wind, just like a pair of sandalwood men and their daughters.
Intention: Persevere and create a better life on your own
