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

He watched her quietly, without disturbing her, his gaze following her every move.

"We can't just move in; there needs to be a 'process.' How about we hire a Taoist priest to perform a ritual to exorcise evil spirits and purify the house?"

"Then find an auspicious day, hold a proper housewarming ceremony, set off firecrackers, put up red paper decorations, and invite the neighbors to a feast—make the matter public, so that everyone knows about it..."

"No, no, who knows if those Taoist priests have any real skills? What if we find a fake Taoist priest who's just swindling people?"

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. "If we get caught one day, it will be even harder for us to handle the situation."

Before she could finish her sentence, she contradicted herself, saying, "People will say, 'The Taoist priest that Fatty Lin hired is fake, but the ghost in that house is real!'"

"What's worse, what will people think if we've already moved in by then?"

Lin Xiuer shuddered and dared not think any further.

"Don't rush, let's go home and think about it slowly. My wife is so smart, she'll definitely be able to come up with a solution that satisfies both sides."

Ping An watched her little face, sometimes excited, sometimes worried, and sometimes self-doubting, and felt both amused and heartbroken.

He pulled the worried Lin Xiuer along and continued walking towards Qingshan Village.

He glanced at her sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips. His wife was just too strong-willed; she wanted to shoulder everything herself and do everything to the best of her ability.

Sometimes, it's better to take things slowly.

She sighed and nodded: "Yeah, I'll think about it when I get home."

After walking a few steps, Lin Xiuer suddenly turned around and glanced in the direction of the west of the town.

Although that abandoned garden was dilapidated and desolate, in her eyes, it was her future home. It was the first home that truly belonged to her since she transmigrated to this world.

"We're sure we can come up with a reasonable solution that won't break the superstitions about ghosts and spirits, and will keep our neighbors from being afraid and continuing to buy our cakes."

"House, wait for me. I'll deal with you after I figure out a way."

On the other side, Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan ran breathlessly to the vegetable market entrance. Looking left and right, they saw only a few stalls selling sundries. Where was Lin Xiuer and Ping An?

"Where is he?" Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan looked around.

"Could it be that we're too late again, and they've already gone back to the village?"

Chen Mingxuan looked regretful. Should he go back now? That would be so pointless.

Wu Liangcai clicked his tongue, looking somewhat regretful.

He really wanted to go to Qingshan Village; Sister Lin's cooking was so delicious.

But he had just eaten a mushroom feast at someone's house yesterday, so he felt embarrassed to keep bothering them.

When he came back yesterday, his mother laughed at him, saying that he had been going to Qingshan Village every day recently, and wondered if he wanted to move his family there.

Chen Mingxuan's eyes lit up: "Brother Liangcai, why don't we go to a teahouse to listen to a storyteller? I heard that Liu Songnian has compiled several versions of 'The Ghost Encounter in the Seven Deadly Gardens,' and there are long queues of people waiting to listen!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Liangcai immediately perked up: "Let's go! Let's go hear what that old man has to say about us!"

The two hit it off immediately and walked arm in arm toward Wanfu Teahouse.

Inside the teahouse.

The place was bustling with noise, and every seat was taken.

Liu Songnian stood on the stage, slammed the gavel, and the entire hall fell silent.

"As mentioned last time, on that night, the Black Fish Seven Fiends suddenly heard a woman crying and heard the sound of chains clanging..."

Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan squeezed into a corner, eating sunflower seeds while listening.

Hearing Liu Songnian vividly describe the "white-clad female ghost" and the "headless ghost," the two exchanged a glance and almost burst out laughing.

Isn't this describing themselves? Hearing it from someone else's mouth now feels quite novel and interesting.

"Speaking of Liu Er, who was incredibly audacious, he sneaked into the pavilion and grabbed the white-clad beauty from behind—"

Guess what? The beauty turned around, and there she was, bleeding from all seven orifices, with a blue face and fangs! "Didn't you say you wanted to keep me company?" Oh my goodness, Liu Er was so frightened he wet his pants on the spot!

The tea drinkers burst into laughter, clapping and cheering. Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan also laughed so hard they were doubled over.

That night, Liu Er did indeed wet his pants; they saw it with their own eyes!

Liu Songnian continued his storytelling, making the tale of that night full of twists and turns, thrilling and suspenseful.

Finally, he changed the subject, "Ladies and gentlemen, although this story is supernatural and fantastical, the moral of it is true. In this life, one should live honestly and avoid doing anything that goes against one's conscience!"

"As the saying goes, 'If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear.' Why did the Black Fish Seven Fiends suffer such retribution? It's because they bullied the good and acted tyrannically every day!"

"And now? Some are dead, some have gone mad, some have become foolish—no one has a good ending!"

The tea drinkers nodded in agreement, and one shouted, "That's right! Those bastards deserved it!"

"Exactly! Heaven has eyes!"

Wu Liangcai felt a strange mix of emotions as he listened to these words.

A few months ago, wasn't he one of those people who "deserved it"?

If Lin Xiuer hadn't reminded him, he might still be running rampant on the streets, abducting women.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and suppressed the complex emotions in his heart.

At dinner time, at the Wu residence.

When Wu Liangcai returned home, he had just stepped across the threshold when he saw his father, Wu Shiren, sitting in the main room with a smile on his face, holding a cup of tea and drinking it with relish.

Wu Liangcai wondered to himself, "Did his father strike it rich today? Why is he in such a good mood?"

"Dad, what's the good news? Let your son hear it too," he asked, leaning closer.

Wu Shih-jen looked up at him, his smile widening: "Great news! Great news!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Liangcai sat down, waiting for his father to reveal the answer.

Wu Shiren stroked his beard and said smugly, "This afternoon, Master Mei sold that abandoned garden!"

"puff--!"

Wu Liangcai spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk.

Wu Shiren was sprayed in the face and glared angrily, "You child! Why are you so impulsive and easily startled?"

Wu Liangcai, not even bothering to wipe his mouth, stared wide-eyed and asked, "Who? Who bought it?"

Wu Shiren wiped the tea off his face and said irritably, "I don't know. I heard from Master Mei that it was a woman, plump, named Lin Xiuer. She sold pancakes in town."

Wu Liangcai jumped up from his chair!

Lin Xiuer! Sister Lin?! She actually bought that abandoned garden!

"Father! You mean... it was sold for three taels of silver?" Wu Liangcai's voice rose eight octaves.

Wu Shiren nodded with displeasure: "Three taels, plus the deed tax and handling fee, only four taels. Master Mei handled it this afternoon, all the documents were signed, and the money was received."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh again, "Three ounces is a bit little, but at least this hot potato is finally gone! From now on, whether the garden is haunted or haunted by monsters, it has nothing to do with the government!"

Wu Liangcai slowly sat back down in his chair, his face showing a mixture of admiration and shock.