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

Lin Xiuer watched as everyone's emotions were instantly stirred by the mushroom picking activity and the delicious food.

My worries about everyone being too tired also dissipated.

He readily nodded: "Okay! It's settled then! If the weather is clear tomorrow morning, let's meet at the market entrance after we've sold all the pancakes?"

"Then let's go back and pick mushrooms together! It's all the thought that counts, and I'll cook them for everyone when we get back!"

"good!"

"It's a deal!"

Everyone echoed their agreement, and the atmosphere in the small room became even more lively. Even the pattering rain outside the window seemed to be tinged with a relaxed and joyful anticipation.

Ping An sat next to Lin Xiuer, watching her make plans for tomorrow with great enthusiasm, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

She looks more beautiful than ever, radiating energy and beaming with smiles.

Moreover, seeing her poised and generous demeanor, and her open and honest manner, she certainly didn't seem to have had any secret affair with that young master Chen, so he stopped feeling jealous.

His expression gradually softened, and he stopped giving others the cold shoulder.

Everyone was looking forward to picking mushrooms on the mountain the next day, and even the fatigue from staying up all night seemed to be lessened.

There was still hot water boiling in the kitchen, so Lin Xiuer simply grabbed a few more handfuls of rice, added water, and cooked a pot of rice porridge of just the right consistency.

The aroma of rice mingled with the scent of firewood, filling the small main room with a touch of warmth.

Hu Yidao pulled out half a jar of homemade pickled vegetables, cut them into thin strips, drizzled a few drops of sesame oil on them, and then smashed a cucumber to make a cold salad.

Although simple, after a long night of work, and on a cold and tiring morning, this warm rice porridge with savory and refreshing pickled vegetables is a welcome treat.

Several people gathered around, holding rough porcelain bowls, slurping down porridge with pickled vegetables, chatting and laughing together, and surprisingly finding it sweet and delicious.

After eating and drinking the hot rice porridge, I regained my strength and the last bit of coldness in my body was completely dispelled.

The wet clothes I had taken off earlier were hanging by the stove to dry, and now they were mostly dry and felt warm to the touch.

"Alright, that's enough. Put these on. They're better than mine." Hu Yidao handed the dried clothes back to everyone.

Everyone changed into their still warm, dry clothes, which were inevitably a bit stiff and wrinkled after being soaked in the rain and then dried.

But compared to the previous feeling of being wet and sticky on my body, it's like heaven and earth.

The rain outside gradually turned into a lingering drizzle, like a thin veil shrouding Peach Blossom Town.

Wu Liangcai's two lackeys, when they left the deserted garden, were instructed by their young master to go straight home.

After changing out of his wet clothes and having breakfast, he carried an umbrella and several oil-paper umbrellas, and ran all the way to Hu Yidao's house.

"Young Master! Young Master! We've come to fetch you!" Two servants stood outside the courtyard gate, not daring to come in rashly, and only called out in the rain.

Upon hearing the voice, Wu Liangcai responded and turned to Lin Xiuer and the others, saying, "Everyone, I'll head back now. See you at the execution ground tomorrow morning!"

His face still held lingering excitement, clearly showing his anticipation for tomorrow's "mushroom-picking trip."

"Be careful on the road." Lin Xiuer nodded with a smile.

Hu Yidao waved his hand, "Go back and rest! Get plenty of rest so you can go up the mountain tomorrow!"

Wu Liangcai then led his servants away, holding umbrellas, turning back every few steps.

Next up was Liu Sanzhen. She had been busy making clothes these past few days and was exhausted after working all night. She yawned and said goodbye to go home to catch up on her sleep.

Chen Mingxuan looked at Liu Ruyan: "Miss Ruyan, let me take you home. The rain has lessened, but the roads are still slippery."

Liu Ruyan did not refuse and nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Chen."

She turned to Lin Xiuer and the others, bowed, and said softly, "Sister Lin, Brother Hu, Young Master Ping An, Ruyan will also take her leave now. See you tomorrow."

"Take care, Miss Ruyan, see you tomorrow!" Lin Xiuer said with a smile as she saw her off.

Chen Mingxuan attentively opened another umbrella to protect Liu Ruyan, and the two walked side by side into the drizzle.

Liu Ruyan's white skirt lifted slightly as she walked lightly, while Chen Mingxuan carefully adjusted the angle of the umbrella to keep her from getting wet in the rain.

The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance on the wet bluestone path.

In the end, only Lin Xiuer, Ping An, and their master Hu Yidao remained.

Looking at the lingering rain outside, Hu Yidao scratched his head: "It looks like this rain will continue for a while. Qingshan Village isn't exactly close, but it's not far either."

"Why don't you sit a little longer? Until the rain stops?"

Lin Xiuer shook her head: "No, Brother Hu. You should rest too, you've been busy all night. The rain isn't heavy, we can share one umbrella."

"Alright, take care on your journey!" Hu Yidao didn't linger any longer.

The two walked side by side, hand in hand, on their way back to Qingshan Village.

The rain fell finely and densely on the umbrella, making a soft rustling sound.

The distant mountains appeared hazy and bluish-green in the rain and mist, while the nearby houses and trees were washed clean and bright by the rain.

The stone path was wet, reflecting the sunlight and gleaming with a cool, clear luster.

"Thank you, my husband." Lin Xiuer looked at his handsome profile.

"Why is my wife being so polite to me?" Ping An held her hand tightly.

"It's nothing, I just feel that God has been kind to me. During my most difficult time, I'm so glad that you were by my side."

"If it weren't for you, I might not have made it to today. Even if I had more brilliant ideas, I wouldn't have been able to implement them so smoothly."

"Therefore, the person I should thank the most is you."

Ping An shook his head and looked at the mountains that reached into the clouds on the horizon. "My wife, have you forgotten that if you hadn't carried me back from the mountain with my serious injuries, I might have died there long ago?"

"If I really have to thank someone, I should thank my wife first for her unwavering loyalty, for healing my wounds, and for taking such good care of me."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiuer realized that if they started thanking each other, it would seem like it would never end, so she quickly stopped them, saying, "Alright, if we keep thanking each other, it just seems too pretentious."

"When we get back, I'll cook you lots of delicious food."

……

Hu Yidao saw the two off, bolted the door, and returned to the house.

Looking at the few empty bowls on the table and the lingering smell of ginger, he grinned, haphazardly stacked the bowls by the stove, too lazy to wash them.

Overwhelmed by exhaustion, he let out a long yawn, kicked off his shoes, and threw himself onto the hard bed.

Almost the instant his head hit the pillow, he started snoring.

Having dealt with these major threats from the Black Fish Gang, I finally felt relieved and slept exceptionally soundly.

Liu Sanzhen and Wu Liangcai also took a well-deserved nap after returning to their respective residences.

After seeing Liu Ruyan off, Chen Mingxuan returned home, along with Lin Xiuer and Ping An, who returned to their courtyard in Qingshan Village.

After a night of running around and being frightened, the group was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

They kept their achievements and fame hidden, as if the dramatic "battle between gods and ghosts" that took place in the deserted garden the night before had nothing to do with them.