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

Lin Xiuer and Liu Ruyan had no idea that Wu Liangcai had gone through so many thoughts in such a short time.

She quickly packed her things, settled the bill for the meat with Hu Yidao, and bought a lot of extra things.

In addition to the usual pork belly, she also asked Lao Hu to save her a large piece of hind leg meat suitable for stir-frying and stewing, as well as a few meaty ribs.

I bought a bunch of oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and various fresh vegetables from the surrounding stalls.

I bought a sturdy earthenware pot for stewing meat, a large clay pot, and two jars of good wine.

Finally, her gaze fell on the live chickens thrashing about in the cage next to her.

"Boss, I want this, and this too."

Lin Xiuer pointed to two bright yellow chicks that looked very energetic and had the stall owner tie their feet.

"I picked some fresh mushrooms up the mountain today and made chicken stew with mushrooms. The umami flavor of the mushrooms seeped into the chicken—it was absolutely delicious!"

Lin Xiuer lifted the chicken that was still flapping in her hand, smiled at the group of people who had gathered around, and said with anticipation in her eyes.

They bought so many things that their baskets were heavy.

Ping An naturally took Lin Xiuer's basket and steadily carried it on his own shoulder.

Liu Ruyan and Liu Sanzhen had finished their pancakes and came over to help carry some lighter items.

The group chatted and laughed as they left the still bustling market and headed towards Qingshan Village outside the town, ready to begin their mushroom-picking trip.

The early summer sun was a bit scorching. In the distance were the continuous Qingyun Mountains, and in the nearby fields, the rice seedlings were green.

Several farmers were bending over to weed in the field, or squatting on the edge of the field to rest and drink water.

Under a big tree at the village entrance, several women, some holding children and others doing needlework, were chatting idly.

The appearance of Lin Xiuer's group immediately became the most eye-catching sight in the fields.

"Look, Lin Dapang has brought a group of people back again." A woman carrying a hoe, who had just returned from weeding in the field, shaded her eyes with her hand as she looked around.

"Wow, this is quite a show of force! What brings those two young masters here again? And there are two unfamiliar faces among them."

"Hey! Look at that girl... she's so beautiful, like someone from a painting!"

Another woman who was sewing shoe soles put down her work and kept glancing at Liu Ruyan.

"What exactly is Lin Xiuer trying to do? Isn't it enough that she has such a handsome man at home? She brings people home every day, and they're all unfamiliar faces..."

"Who knows? Ever since he fell from the tree, he's become more diligent, but his talent for causing trouble hasn't diminished at all!"

"Just you wait, this is bound to be bad. That girl looks extraordinary, with her delicate skin..."

A woman carrying a basket who had just returned from picking green beans from the field joined the discussion, her tone filled with curiosity and an undisguised sourness.

"Yeah, that girl is really pretty, like a fairy... and she's dressed so well too. How did she end up with Fatty Lin?"

"Who knows! Maybe they're from town... Aren't those two young masters from town too?"

Pointing glances and buzzing chatter swept over the group like a gentle breeze.

Lin Xiuer was already used to this, and walked ahead to lead the way without changing her expression, but she knew what was going on in her heart.

To truly establish oneself in this village, simply eliminating external threats is not enough; one must gradually change these deeply ingrained impressions, which cannot be rushed.

Ping An carried a basket on his back and pushed a small cart, his expression calm, as if the stares from the surrounding crowd didn't exist.

Chen Mingxuan and Wu Liangcai, on the other hand, were used to being the center of attention and waved their fans, looking indifferent.

Wu Liangcai even made a face at a few of the curious toddlers.

Liu Ruyan kept her eyes straight ahead, her eyelashes slightly lowered, and simply lifted the small bamboo basket on her back a little higher.

Liu Sanzhen cheerfully nodded and greeted the villagers he knew.

"Mother, we're back."

When they arrived at Lin Xiuer's familiar fenced courtyard, Wang Shi, hearing the commotion, had already come out to greet them, carrying Xiao Bao.

Seeing that her daughter had brought so many people back again, including two unfamiliar faces.

Especially when she saw Liu Ruyan's outstanding appearance and demeanor, she was a little flustered and didn't know how to greet her.

Lin Xiuer quickly stepped forward, put down the two chickens she was holding, took Xiaobao and kissed him, then turned to introduce him to Wang Shi.

"You know the two young masters and Brother Hu. This is Brother Liu Sanzhen, the tailor at the clothing shop in town."

"His craftsmanship is excellent; he made the clothes you and Xiaobao are wearing."

This is Miss Ruyan. She sings at Wanfu Teahouse and plays the zither beautifully. She's also helped us out before.

"They've come to pick mushrooms with us today too."

To avoid worrying Wang, Lin Xiuer had already told her about her plan to deal with the Black Fish Gang from the beginning.

Therefore, when Wang saw them in person, she was filled with gratitude.

Lin Xiuer then turned to Liu Ruyan and Liu Sanzhen: "Miss Ruyan, Brother Liu, this is my mother."

Liu Ruyan stepped forward, gave a slight curtsy to Madam Wang, and said softly, "Madam Wang, I apologize for disturbing you."

Liu Sanzhen smiled and cupped her hands in greeting, "Auntie, I'm bothering you again!"

Seeing that her daughter was natural and the guests were also polite and courteous, Wang was surprised.

In particular, Liu Ruyan's posture and voice when she bowed made this country woman feel somewhat at a loss.

He quickly waved his hand, "No, no, please come in and sit down! My home is simple, please don't mind..."

Liu Sanzhen laughed heartily, "You're too kind, Auntie."

The group went inside and rested briefly.

Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Xiuer knew that picking mushrooms in the mountains was the priority, so she hurried to the kitchen to start a fire and cook.

I quickly cooked a large pot of slightly thick white rice porridge, and also cut two plates of homemade pickled radish strips and pickled cowpeas, which were crisp, spicy and sour.

Although it was simple, the group, who were quite hungry and thirsty after their journey, ate it with relish.

Little Bao sat obediently in Wang Shi's lap, his big eyes curiously looking back and forth at these unfamiliar uncles, elder brothers, and elder sisters.

After a satisfying meal and plenty of rest, we began preparing for our ascent up the mountain.

Lin Xiuer found all the baskets and small hoes in the house and distributed them. Even Xiao Bao wanted to sneak in with a small basket, but Wang Shi stopped him with a smile.

Ping An checked the machete and rope, and Liu Sanzhen also tucked the small hoe given to him into his waistband.

Chen Mingxuan and Wu Liangcai were in high spirits, slinging their baskets over their shoulders, already looking like "professional mushroom pickers".

There were many people today, so Wu Liangcai didn't bring his two little followers. At this moment, the two young masters carried baskets on their backs and bamboo tubes full of water hanging from their waists.

Liu Ruyan, on the other hand, only took a light, finely woven bamboo basket.

"Mother, we're going up the mountain. We'll be back before dinner," Lin Xiuer said as a final instruction.

"Hey, be careful on the road, watch out for snakes and insects!" Wang carried Xiaobao to the courtyard gate.

"Yes, Mother, we will be careful."

"Let's go! Let's pick more mushrooms today so we can have a mushroom feast tonight." Lin Xiuer waved her hand and was the first to leave the courtyard.

As the group chatted and laughed, Wang watched them walk along the path behind the house toward the verdant forest that had been washed clean by the rain.