Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

These wealth and reputations should belong to the old craftsman. Master Lu illegally occupied the fruits of others' labor and should give them all back!

At the same time, a number of netizens were looking for news about the old craftsman.

It’s a pity that there is almost no news about the old craftsman, because he lives in the ancient village and has almost no contact with the outside world.

Until an old report was dug up.

The report was written by a rural reporter, describing the shining figures of small people in the tide of the times.

It was written by an old craftsman.

I remember following the old craftsman for more than half a month and wrote a report.

According to the report, the old craftsman works from sunrise to sunset, dealing with clay every day. He is taciturn, but uses his roughest hands to make the most exquisite porcelain.

The old craftsman had a wife who was very beautiful but had the IQ of a child.

The old craftsman's wife would send him out every day and wait for him to come back under the peach tree every night. She would pick flowers while waiting, rain or shine.

Every time the town went on market day, the couple would take the fired porcelain and embroidery to the town to sell in exchange for some money to live on.

The reporter asked the old craftsman if he wanted to move to a bigger place.

Because his porcelain is fired very beautifully, if it is sold to a larger place, perhaps it can be sold for more money.

Since there are not many rich people in the town, and no one who knows the value of things, the price that can be sold is naturally very low.

The old craftsman said he didn't want to.

He said he wanted to stay with his wife, and if he went to a bigger place, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to protect her.

The reporter asked, for the sake of your wife, are you willing to live in obscurity in this small village for the rest of your life?

The old craftsman said he was willing, and this was his lifelong wish.

Two people in one house, three meals a day, four seasons a week, together through thick and thin, for a hundred years.

The report also included a black-and-white photo, showing the familiar alley, the houses with white walls and black tiles, the ancient peach tree, and a beautiful woman picking flowers under the peach tree...

This photo is exactly the same as the scene depicted in the Huizhou People's Handmade Porcelain Series.

A group of netizens did some research and concluded that this person was the old craftsman whose labor results were appropriated by Master Lu!

This Master Lu is truly disgusting. Not only does he usurp the fruits of other people's labor, he even takes other people's love stories for himself, using them in such a despicable way to increase his own worth. He is absolutely shameless!

This report was only published in a local newspaper at the time and not many people read it. But now it has been circulated all over the Internet, and everyone is sighing at such a plain and sincere love.

I wish to win the heart of one person and stay with him/her until old age. This is so precious in this era of game-playing and sophisticated egoism.

In an era of increasing material abundance, people have learned to worry about gains and losses, to be petty, and marriage is full of calculations. People can no longer give or lose happily!

Once people start to be petty and calculating, they will no longer be able to experience the joy of love!

But the joy of love is one of the most wonderful experiences of being a human being!

Ai Fei didn't expect such a report to come out.

She sat under the flower trees in the yard, reading the report, and her eyes were filled with tears.

It is true that her father has always been with her mother. Because he had to take care of her mother, he had no time to look after her, so she lived with her grandparents since she was a child and was raised by them.

Grandma said that she chose my father as her son-in-law because he said he would take care of my mother for the rest of her life...