Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

Green mountains are bathed in clear water, and misty clouds shroud the peaks.

The spring breeze swept across the vast green mountains on the border of Nanzhao, turning the terraced fields green and ruffling the smoke from the chimneys of the households at the foot of the mountains.

In the late spring of the twenty-second year of Jingsheng.

Just as the peach blossoms in Qingshan Village had faded, Lin Xiuer, the only daughter of the Lin family at the west end of the village, hanged herself from the old locust tree at the village entrance.

As dawn broke, the news spread throughout the village like a mountain wind.

"Have you heard? That fat girl from the Lin family hanged herself last night!"

"Serves her right! She gambled and beat the kids all day long, squandering the Lin family's fortune!"

"What a pity for Madam Wang. She raised four children as a widow, only to be driven to her death by this wretched child in the end..."

The villagers' chatter was interrupted by the sound of a door being broken down.

"Bang!"

The already dilapidated gate of the Lin family's courtyard was kicked open, and three burly men barged in.

The leader of the group had a pockmarked face, fierce brows, and a menacing look. He was Zhang Mazi, the henchman of the Xinglong Gambling House in town.

In the courtyard, by the stove, Wang, with her full head of white hair, was trembling as she hugged a thin little boy.

The child was about three or four years old, dressed in patched coarse cloth clothes, his little face was dirty, and his big, dark eyes were frightening, but they were empty, and even fear seemed dull to him.

"You old hag! Your daughter owes our master twenty taels of silver, it's all in black and white!" Zhang Mazi unfurled a promissory note, spitting almost onto Wang's face. "Lin Da Pang, on the other hand, hanged himself clean! This debt is yours to pay!"

Wang fell to her knees with a thud, tears streaming down her deeply wrinkled face: "Gentlemen, please have mercy... Xiu'er... she's gone... we really don't have a single penny to our name..."

"No money?" Zhang Mazi's triangular eyes slanted towards the trembling child in her arms. "Heh heh, then use this little brat to pay off the debt! This tender skin and flesh will definitely fetch a good price!"

After saying that, she reached out and grabbed the child's arm.

"No! You can't take Xiaobao away!" Upon hearing that her grandson was to be sold, Wang rushed forward like a madwoman, her withered arms tightly gripping her grandson. "He's still a child who doesn't understand! Please, give me a few more days, I'll borrow money, I'll kowtow and beg for money..."

"Get out of my way!" Zhang Mazi kicked Wang Shi away.

The child was roughly dragged out of the kitchen, staggering a few steps and almost falling. He raised his little face, looked at his grandmother on the ground, then at the fierce-looking thugs, his lips moved, but no sound came out.

"Xiao Bao—!" Wang Shi ignored the pain in her body and hurriedly got up to chase after him.

The villagers, gathered at the courtyard gate to watch the spectacle, shook their heads and sighed, but no one dared to take a step forward. Everyone knew that the owner of Xinglong Gambling House was the town's most notorious troublemaker, Zhao Yanwang, and no one dared to offend him.

In another dilapidated thatched hut, there was a deathly stillness.

On the only wooden bed that was about to fall apart, a woman lay sprawled.

The woman's face was ashen, with a horrifying purplish-blue bruise on her forehead, and her disheveled hair covering half her face. She lay there motionless, like a lifeless mountain of flesh.

He was wearing a faded coarse cloth garment that clung tightly to his body, which weighed over 200 pounds.

"You damned beasts! You can't take my grandson away! Xiu'er—Xiu'er, you can't die! Wake up! They're going to kidnap Xiao Bao and sell him!"

Wang cried her heart out, clutching her child tightly around the waist while shouting and crying into the house.

Zhang Mazi kicked Wang Shi in the leg again: "You old hag, get out of here!"

"Paying back debts is a matter of course, don't you understand! Blame your daughter for her gambling addiction; she herself signed a document borrowing ten taels of silver from Xinglongfang. It's all clearly written in black and white. Since she can't pay it back, we'll use this brat as collateral!"

"I don't care, let go of my grandson!" The old woman ignored what they said and held onto her grandson tightly.

"You old hag, don't push your luck. This is the rule of the underworld, don't you understand...?"

The sounds of pulling and crying seemed to come from a distance, sometimes near, sometimes far, as if seen through frosted glass.

The lifeless mountain of flesh on the bed furrowed its brow slightly, and the eyeballs beneath its eyelids began to tremble rapidly.

very noisy……

My head hurts so much...

Who is crying...?

Lin Xi's last memory was the screech of brakes, the screeching of tires against the ground, and the soft touch of the child she had just pushed away.

Then, darkness, cold and sticky, descended upon her.

The time she regains consciousness is now.

A buzzing sound filled my ears, and it felt like a dull knife was churning in my brain, as countless unfamiliar memories surged up.

A greasy gambling table, the crisp sound of dice clattering, a pair of fat, trembling hands betting the last few coins.

"Open! Three twos, the banker wins all!"

Laughter. Pushing and shoving.

Then came the rage of smashing bowls and cursing after losing money, kicking and punching the small, thin figure in the corner. There was also the suffocating feeling of a rope around the neck, and the excruciating pain of a tree branch breaking and falling.

No... that's not my memory...

Lin Xi tried to struggle and open her eyes, but her body felt like it was filled with lead, and her eyelids felt incredibly heavy.

"Xiao Bao, my Xiao Bao!"

The old, mournful cry finally pierced the fog, pulling her consciousness back to reality.

The feeling of suffocation still lingered in her throat. Lin Xi suddenly struggled, took a deep breath, and finally opened her heavy eyelids.

Her head still ached terribly, as if being pierced by an awl. She struggled to turn her neck. The small room was bare, with only a broken table with crooked legs and an old cabinet with peeling paint.

This is not her body, this is not her world.

The cries, shouts, and curses could be heard even more clearly from the direction of the doorway.

"You've driven my daughter to her death, what more do you want? Let go of my grandson... I'll fight you to the death!" The old woman's voice was filled with desperate madness.

"Even if he's dead, he still has to pay back the money. We're taking this brat with us today to settle our debt. Twenty taels of silver. If you can't come up with that, don't blame us for being impolite."

"Ouch!"

The child's cries suddenly rose in volume, clearly indicating that the old woman had been pushed over.

Lin Xi's heart tightened. No, she had to get out!

She struggled to support her heavy and unfamiliar obese body, but it felt as if her whole body had been repeatedly crushed by a millstone, and every bone screamed in pain and weakness.

The situation outside was urgent, and there was no time for her to slowly adjust. She gritted her teeth and moved her body little by little, trying to sit up and get out of bed.

The moment he moved, an excruciating pain shot through his ankle.

"Hiss..." She gasped in pain. It seemed she had sprained her ankle last night.

Lin Xi, now should be called Lin Xiuer.

Lin Xiuer gritted her teeth and moved off the bed, the pain in her ankle making her almost unable to stand. Every movement caused her fat to tremble, and cold sweat instantly soaked through her coarse cloth shirt.

His gaze swept across the empty house, finally settling on the rusty wood-chopping knife in the corner.

Wang Shi outside was crying so hard her voice was hoarse. Without time to think any further, she took a deep breath and dragged her injured foot step by step to the door.

Outside the broken fence in the courtyard, villagers crowded together to watch the spectacle.

Three burly men dragged a three- or four-year-old boy away like a chick. An old woman with gray hair and a withered face clung tightly to the child's waist, kneeling on the ground and pleading desperately.

The little child was so frightened that his face turned pale, tears welled up in his eyes, but he dared not cry out, and just bit his lip tightly.

When Lin Xiuer saw this hellish scene, she felt a surge of blood rush to her head.

"Stop it, all of you!!!"