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

Lin Xiuer's lips twitched uncontrollably: My goodness, are you sure your daughter is being kind? Are you sure she's not just lusting after him?

She stopped talking, rolled up her sleeves, and helped Wang clean the man's wounds.

Hot water was changed basin after basin, and the bloodstains gradually faded, revealing the man's original skin color and clear, deep wounds.

His body was covered in knife wounds and abrasions, and there was a bruise on the back of his head that seemed to be caused by a fall.

As his face was wiped clean, the man's features became clear.

Lin Xiuer's hands involuntarily slowed down.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the man's eyes were tightly closed, and his long, raven-feather-like eyelashes cast faint shadows under his eyelids.

His nose was high and straight, his lips were pale and cracked from blood loss and high fever, and his jawline was sharp and defined. Even in his deathly pale state and unconsciousness, his striking good looks were undeniable.

This is not the appearance and temperament of a country man.

With this face, in modern times, he would definitely have a striking, masculine look; he could easily be cast as the male lead in a period drama without needing much makeup.

Wang was also stunned for a moment, then looked at Lin Xiuer and said, "This child is really handsome, even better looking than Xiao Bao's father."

When it came time to clean the wounds on her upper body and take off her tattered dark coat, Lin Xiuer couldn't help but swallow hard.

When I was carrying this person down the mountain, I only felt how heavy they were, but now that I see them in person, I realize, wow, they're really damn good-looking!

Broad shoulders, a well-defined chest, a taut waist and abdomen, and clearly defined abdominal muscles that rose and fell gently with his soft breathing.

His arms and back were covered with a thin, even layer of muscles, not the exaggerated kind of knots, but rather a lean and powerful physique that contained both beauty and explosive force.

Lin Xiuer stared at the man's face, which, even in his unconscious state, could not conceal its sharp edge.

With those broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs—perfect body proportions—and that fine-quality waist knife, it's a real shame this kid isn't a member of the Imperial Guard.

While Lin Xiuer was hissing and panting, she and Wang Shi carefully bandaged the man's wounds with torn strips of old cloth.

Without any wound medicine, the only option was to wash the wound with clean water and wrap it tightly to prevent infection and further bleeding.

After doing all this, both of them were covered in sweat.

The man was still unconscious, but his breathing was slightly more steady than when he was in the mountains.

My forehead was still burning hot, but there was no better way to cool it down at the moment. I could only apply a damp cloth to it and wait until tomorrow to go to town to get some medicine.

"I'll stay with him tonight, you take Xiaobao to sleep," Lin Xiuer said to Wang Shi. "In case he makes any noise during the night, I can keep an eye on him."

Wang looked at her daughter, then at the unconscious young man on the bed, hesitated, and finally nodded: "Then be careful, and call your mother if anything happens."

The oil lamp was turned down to a tiny sliver of light, barely illuminating a small area by the bedside.

Wang took Xiaobao to the next room, and the room became quiet.

Lin Xiuer dragged a small stool to the edge of the bed, dipped chopsticks in warm water, and moistened the dry, chapped lips of the unconscious man.

Moonlight streamed in through the broken window, illuminating his sharply defined profile, as if coating it with a layer of cool, silvery light.

She's really good-looking.

She has a really good figure.

No wonder the women in those folk tales always seem to bring men home.

Who could resist such a young and handsome guy? If it weren't for her having a family to support, she would have given herself to him.

But why would such an outstanding man appear in the remote back mountains of Qingshan Village, and be seriously injured?

"Please don't let you be some kind of dangerous person..." she murmured softly. "I just want to pay off my debts peacefully, raise my baby, and live a quiet life."

"And whatever you do, don't be some big shot, or you'll end up with a nine-family annihilation game for us, you know? A good man knows how to repay kindness."

The unconscious man naturally did not answer; only faint, rhythmic breathing could be heard.

Late at night.

Lin Xiuer lay on the edge of the bed, her eyelids gradually becoming heavy.

The man lying unconscious on the bed twitched his fingers almost imperceptibly. His brow furrowed slightly, as if he were enduring a nightmare, or perhaps struggling to grasp a sliver of consciousness.

Lin Xiuer woke up at dawn the next day.

She stretched her aching neck and realized that the man had somehow grabbed one of her sleeves.

The person on the bed was still unconscious, but their breathing was more stable, and their forehead didn't feel as hot as it had last night.

The spiritual spring water seemed to be working, but the person was too badly injured, so the effect was somewhat slow.

She pulled out her sleeve, quietly got up, took a rough porcelain cup from the table, concentrated her mind, and slowly let spiritual liquid seep from her fingertips.

She had collected eight drops this time, one more than yesterday. She carefully fed half to the man and drank the other half herself. The warm current flowed into her stomach, dispelling the fatigue from staying up all night.

Wang had also gotten up early and was cooking a thin porridge of wild vegetables by the stove. Seeing Lin Xiuer come out, she lowered her voice and asked, "How is that person...?"

"She's still unconscious, but her fever seems to have gone down a bit." Lin Xiuer also lowered her voice. "Mother, I have to go to town today. I need to sell the herbs I've collected these past two days and buy some medicine and food to treat her injuries."

Wang nodded, her face filled with worry: "There's not much money left in the house..."

Lin Xiuer took out the dark-colored purse she had taken from the man from her bosom, weighed it in her hand, and said, "Use this. Take what he has on him for now, just in case."

Buying medicine does cost a lot of money. Wang glanced at it, said nothing, and only said, "Then be careful on the road and come back soon."

Lin Xiuer quickly tidied herself up and put on the best clothes that belonged to the original owner of the body.

She wore a faded, tightly stretched blue coarse cloth dress, and her hair was loosely tied into a bun with a wooden hairpin. Looking at her blurry reflection in the water vat, it was still that fat face, but her eyes were much clearer.

She carefully wrapped the half-dried honeysuckle, plantain, and other herbs, then wrapped the saber she had found in a rag and put it into her basket.

After thinking about it, I picked out the best-looking wild mint I had picked yesterday and wrapped it up separately.

"Mother, I'm leaving." She carried the heavy basket on her back.

"Xiuer," Madam Wang called out to her, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "If...if anyone asks, just say that the money was saved up before, or...given by your mother. Don't say that you took it from that person."

Lin Xiuer understood her mother's worries and patted her hand reassuringly, "I know."

Qingshan Village is about seven or eight miles away from the nearest town, Taohua Town. Lin Xiuer's foot injury had not yet healed, so she walked slowly and it took her more than half an hour to reach the town entrance.

Peach Blossom Town isn't large, but it's much more lively than Qingshan Village, bustling with people and full of everyday life.

The streets are paved with bluestone slabs, lined with shops on both sides. Grain shops, cloth shops, general stores, teahouses and taverns, the sounds of hawking and bargaining fill the air.

As I walked along, the air was filled with a mixture of various smells.

The aroma of freshly baked sesame cakes, the sweet fragrance wafting from the cosmetics shop, and the pungent smell of the livestock market—all these mixed odors mingled together.