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

Wu Liangcai slammed the stick into the ground, let out a long sigh, his tone a mixture of grievance and admiration.

"My sister Lin... is so efficient."

Chen Mingxuan put down the stick and gave a wry smile: "Well, it was a wasted trip, but it's good to know they're alright."

Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan stood at the entrance of the alley, watching the sun and the people coming and going on the street, and for a moment they were not sure what to do next.

The two sticks he held for self-defense looked rather silly at that moment.

"Then..." Wu Liangcai looked at Chen Mingxuan, "Shall we go back too?"

"Otherwise what?"

Chen Mingxuan dejectedly leaned the stick against the wall, not intending to take it with him. "Let's just throw it away. We can't exactly carry this thing around the streets."

The two turned to walk back, but after taking only two steps, Wu Liangcai suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Xuan-di, what do you think Sister Lin plans to do after she pays back the money?"

"How would I know?" Chen Mingxuan thought for a moment, "Anyway, it's either going back to the village or going to the market to buy things for tomorrow."

"How about we go check out Caishikou?"

"walk."

The two dusted off their hands and strolled towards the market.

Walking down the street, Lin Xiuer proudly flicked the deed for the sale of the abandoned garden in her hand, which still carried the scent of ink.

Looking at the large vermilion seal of the Peach Blossom Town government office stamped on it, I felt incredibly happy.

It was only four taels of silver in total! Such a large plot of land, with more than twenty houses! And she got it all just like that. It's like a dream come true.

Holding Ping An's hand, she walked briskly towards the west of the town, her face beaming with an irrepressible smile.

"My lord, it's still early, let's go take a look at that garden."

Ping An nodded, seeing her excited expression. "Okay."

The two turned onto a small road leading to the west of the town.

"Which room should we clean first? The main house definitely needs repairs, but I remember those side rooms are usable enough."

"Hmm... the backyard is so big, I'd like to plant a large patch of herbs, some vegetables, and raise some chickens and ducks, what do you think..."

Lin Xiuer walked briskly, muttering to herself about her plans, while Ping An listened quietly, a faint smile always on her lips.

No matter what she said, he nodded; as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.

As the two turned a corner, Lin Xiuer's cheerful voice suddenly stopped.

She stopped in her tracks, and the smile on her face gradually froze.

"wrong."

She stood at the entrance of the alley, one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead, her brows furrowed in worry.

I was so happy just now that I almost forgot that the house is still a notorious haunted house!

The key point is that their infamous reputation was something they created themselves.

But nobody else knows this!

In the eyes of all the people in Peach Blossom Town, it was a real haunted house!

The seven members of the Black Fish Gang were terrified overnight. Some were insane, some were mentally unstable, and none of them could utter a complete sentence.

Thanks to Liu Songnian, this storytelling is almost becoming a serial!

If they just move in like that, what will people outside say?

Lin Xiuer dared not think any further; her mind was already automatically replaying those rumors and gossip:

"Have you heard? Fatty Lin has moved into a haunted house!"

"Heavenly Bodhisattva, doesn't that mean she'll soon end up like Jia Heiyu and the others?"

"Is that the main point? The main point is, what if the pancakes she makes are tainted by ghosts? Will we have bad luck if we eat them?"

"Oh dear, stop buying it! Let's get away from her right now!"

The more she thought about it, the colder her heart became. Frustrated, Lin Xiuer closed her eyes and slapped her forehead hard.

Oh no! I was so focused on making a quick buck that I completely forgot about the haunted house's infamous reputation!

How does she make a living now?

They make their living by selling pancakes!

If the neighbors really think she's associated with something unclean, who would dare buy her cakes?

Forget about business, people probably wouldn't even dare to approach her stall!

Seeing her suddenly stop moving, her expression shifting unpredictably, Ping An gripped her hand tightly with some concern: "Wife? What's wrong?"

Lin Xiuer raised her head, her face filled with tears: "Husband, it seems we're... in deep trouble."

Ping An looked at her, puzzled.

Lin Xiuer pointed in the direction of the west of the town, then pointed to herself, and after holding back for a long time, finally managed to utter a sentence.

"We were so happy that we forgot that the house is still considered a haunted house by other people. If we move in now, to outsiders, we'll look like we're living in a haunted house."

"The Blackfish Gang was just dealt with by a vengeful ghost, and we buy their cakes right after. What if they think we've been tainted and are afraid to buy our cakes anymore?"

Ping An was taken aback for a moment, then understood what she meant. He remained silent for a moment, then asked, "What should we do?"

Lin Xiuer spun around twice, her mind racing. "The problem now is very complicated."

"First of all, we cannot destroy the ghost and spirit myth that we have worked so hard to create. We also need to use this remaining power to deter those with ill intentions."

"Furthermore, if people find out that those 'ghosts' were actually people in disguise, wouldn't our ghost-hunting scheme be exposed? Although the Black Fish Gang deserves its punishment, if the authorities investigate, we'll be in even more trouble."

"We certainly can't just jump out and say, 'The talk of ghosts and gods is all fake, there are no ghosts in that garden at all.'"

"But if we don't tell anyone, we'll be living in a haunted house. If we move into a haunted house, our business will go out of business. We're in a dilemma now, caught between a rock and a hard place."

Lin Xiuer squatted at the alley entrance, clutching her head, wishing she could curl herself into a ball.

"I really..." She hesitated for a long time before finally managing to say, "After playing around with these things, I've gotten myself into trouble too."

Ping An squatted down to her eye level, his voice gentle: "Wife, don't worry. There must be a way."

Lin Xiuer looked up at his handsome face and suddenly felt like crying.

"My lord," she said pitifully, "I think I've dragged you down with me too."

I thought I got a great deal, but now I realize that this bargain is a hot potato.

Ping An saw her pouting, looking like she was about to cry, and couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and ruffled her hair to comfort her.

"It's okay, if we've fallen into the pit, we'll climb out together. Whatever decision you make, I'll be with you."

The man's handsome features looked especially gentle in the afternoon sunlight. When he rubbed Lin Xiuer's head with his large hand, the anxiety in her heart dissipated a little.

She took a deep breath to suppress her agitation, stood up, and began to reorganize her thoughts.

"You're right, it's not time to give up yet. Let's go home first and think of a solution slowly. I'm sure I can come up with a way that satisfies both sides."

The belief in ghosts and gods cannot be dispelled—it is a carefully crafted public opinion field that promotes the idea that evil will be punished, and it is a protective umbrella that allows the masterminds to escape unscathed.

She can't let people think she's connected to ghosts—that's how she survives.

The only solution is to make the idea of ​​"living in a haunted house" reasonable, or even something to look forward to.

But how can it be reasonable? How can we expect it?

A jumble of thoughts flashed through Lin Xiuer's mind, but they came too quickly to be grasped. She continued to ponder as she walked, her brow furrowed.