Once he traveled through time, Yunzhuo welcomed the start of Tianbeng.
Good news: I have passed through a rich and noble family.
Bad news: The house was just ransacked and everyone was exiled.
Yunzhuo: God, you dare to play tricks on me?
Yunzhuo looked around and saw that his group was a gathering of the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.
Above, there is a mother who is seriously ill and dying, and below there is a young brother who is waiting to be fed.
What can be done?
Roll up your sleeves and work harder.
Looking at his slender and white hands. The back of the palm has not been branded with the ugly scars left by learning how to blacksmith in my previous life.
Fortunately, she still has a skill that can make a living.
——
As a time-traveling woman who has read many novels, how could Yun Zhuo fail to recognize Zhao Shu's extraordinaryness?
Ragged, broken and cold.
He looks like a male protagonist waiting to be rescued.
Yun Zhuo didn't want to take over this trouble.
But I recall the leaky house, the moldy bed, and the coarse-grain buns that clogged my throat.
Wealth is sought in danger, fight for it!
——
It's different when you hold it on your lap.
After technological innovation, blacksmiths became famous.
Literary writers regard it as elegant.
The dignitaries rated it as a miracle.
Yunzhuo's business became more and more prosperous, and he helped more and more young girls and beggars.
Until a later day.
Yunzhuo was surprised to find the mottled wounds on Zhao Shu's hands.
The man's eyes were empty, the ends of his eyes were red and he refused to look at her.
"I just want to talk to Azhuo more."
Intention: Persevere, hope is ahead
