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

Although reason told her that the place had a bad reputation for being haunted and was relatively remote, far from the bustling town center and the crowds at the docks, making it an unsuitable place to run a food business.

And what if there really is something inexplicable and unclear? After all, even she, an atheist, transmigrated...

But... the combination of "three taels of silver" and "five or six acres of land" creates an incredibly tempting offer!

It felt like a furry little claw was constantly scratching at her heart, making her restless and unable to resist the itch.

With that garden, she no longer had to push her cart back and forth along the mountain road for miles every day.

With such a large piece of land, she can plan it entirely according to her own ideas!

It's not going to be used as a shop. The environment there is quiet and peaceful. People can live in the front yard, and there's such a large open space in the back yard that she can use to raise chickens, grow vegetables, or grow herbs. She can do whatever she wants with it.

With a stable supply of wild Sichuan peppercorns, wild chili peppers, lemongrass, perilla, and mint, the flavor of her sauces and dishes can be better guaranteed, and she may even be able to develop unique seasonings in the future!

With some renovations, the main house and side rooms in the middle can be made habitable, much more spacious and comfortable than the current cramped courtyard.

Wang Shi could live more comfortably, and Xiao Bao would have a bigger place to play. Moreover, the garden was very close to the school, just across the street.

Xiao Bao can also be sent to school early for early education, which will make learning to read and write much easier. Unlike some children in the village who have to walk a long way...

As the saying goes, risk and opportunity often go hand in hand. If she doesn't dare to take any risks, she'll just have to watch this opportunity slip away.

Lin Xiuer stopped wiping, straightened up, and stared blankly at the deep night outside the window.

The flickering light from the oil lamp illuminated her face, revealing a rare struggle and inner turmoil in her expression.

Ping An had finished washing the last bowl, wiped it dry with a clean cloth, and arranged it neatly.

He turned around and saw Lin Xiuer standing there, holding a rag in her hand, her gaze fixed on the unknown distance, looking as if she were lost in thought.

She frowned slightly, her lips unconsciously pursed, and her complex expression—a mixture of excitement and hesitation, longing and worry—was clearly written on her face.

He knew what she was thinking. He had also heard Wu Liangcai's last words before he left.

Lin Xiuer sensed the movement beside her, came to her senses, and saw that Ping An had taken over the work from her hands.

"Only three taels of silver for such a large area. Husband, what do you think... about that garden, should we... give it a try?"

She raised her head, her eyes filled with a restless struggle and a burning desire for that "territory" that might belong to her.

This price is just too good to pass up! So good that she'd be willing to take the risk.

……

All was quiet; the hustle and bustle of Peach Blossom Town had long since faded into slumber.

Only in a small room by the window in the backyard of Wanfu Teahouse, a dim light still shone.

Liu Ruyan hugged the thin quilt, but was wide awake, staring at the blurry embroidery on the top of the tent.

The lively laughter and chatter of the daytime, the aroma of food, the fresh air of the forest, the genuine smiles of those people…

Even more distant memories swirled in her mind like a revolving lantern, turning and twisting endlessly.

Those emotions that were deliberately suppressed and forgotten during the day, silently crept up in the solitude of the night.

It carried a mix of bitterness, resentment, and a warmth that was both unfamiliar and cherished, a warmth she had gained that day.

Finally, she sighed softly, got up from under the covers, grabbed an outer garment and draped it over her thin nightgown, then walked barefoot to the scorched-tail zither by the window and sat down.

Slender fingers unconsciously plucked the cold strings, producing a few scattered clear notes that sounded particularly lonely in the dead of night.

She couldn't sleep.

After returning from Qingshan Village, my heart felt like a deep pool with stones thrown in.

On the surface, things seemed to have returned to calm, but beneath the surface, layers upon layers of ripples remained, disturbing her peace of mind.

She stopped plucking the strings, her fingertips gently tracing the fine wood grain of the instrument, but her gaze pierced through the windowpane, casting it into the boundless darkness.

The capital city... a young lady from an official family...

These two words were as distant as a legend from another world to her.

She was born into one of the most prestigious mansions in that bustling capital city, and should have been a pampered and privileged young lady.

The father held a high position and was known for his integrity, while the mother was gentle and refined.

She was the youngest daughter in the family, born to be pampered and cherished by her parents and brothers.

With such a family background, she should have had the brightest future and the most glamorous marriage.

Let alone ordinary noble families, Zhang Wanfu once said with resentment and regret that she was worthy of being matched with members of the royal family.

But fate is fickle, and the ups and downs of officialdom are even more unpredictable, changing in the blink of an eye.

When she was five years old, a terrible disaster struck without warning. She only remembered that overnight, the mansion was in chaos, filled with panicked cries and the clashing of cold armor.

She was held tightly in the arms of her loyal Uncle Songnian, and urged by her tearful mother, she crawled out through the dog hole and mingled into the crowd of refugees.

When she woke up again, she was far away from the magnificent mansion that had swallowed up her entire childhood.

All the honor, the favor, and all the plans for a bright future came to an abrupt end at that moment, vanishing into thin air.

From then on, she was no longer the daughter of an official.

She became an orphan girl stranded in a foreign land, needing to live in anonymity to survive.

In order to survive, and to wait for the day when justice may never come.

She had to forget her past and learn to put on a brave face, play the piano and sing in teahouses and taverns, using her identity as a performer as the most inconspicuous disguise.

Those gazes, whether overt or covert, contained greedy covetousness and frivolous scrutiny.

There was also undisguised contempt and jealousy from other women.

They despised her identity as an actress. In the eyes of ordinary women, she was a seductive and restless vixen, a "fox spirit" who stole their men's souls.

She was even more jealous of the men's gazes that lingered on her.

She had long been accustomed to wearing a mask of gentleness and compliance, and to concealing her true emotions in the melodies of the piano.

Accustomed to reading between the lines, living cautiously within the confines of the world's perception of an actor, even breathing feels like being shackled.

But today, in that simple yet lively courtyard in Qingshan Village, everything is different.

Lin Xiuer looked at her with a clear and honest gaze, showing only appreciation for the skills of "Liu Ruyan," the teahouse performer, and a willingness to cooperate, without the slightest hint of intimacy or disdain.

Hu Yidao, Liu Sanzhen, and the others are straightforward in their speech and actions, but they are genuinely sincere and treat her like an ordinary girl, on an equal footing.

He would sincerely thank her for helping to scare the Black Fish Gang, praise her for her ventriloquism, and naturally serve her food at the dinner table.

Their gazes toward her remained clear and unwavering, never lingering on her for even a moment that would cause discomfort.