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

Lin Xiuer happily walked back, carrying a heavy basket on her back and two thin quilts in her arms.

We have rice and noodles, meat and oil, eggs, rapeseed, medicine, and quilts. We still have more than twenty taels of silver left.

The ten taels of silver she owed the gambling den were finally settled. The huge weight on her heart was lifted, and her steps became much lighter.

She didn't just pick up a troublesome person; this was practically a lifeline, a sugar daddy! At least her efforts to carry him down the mountain weren't in vain, and the spiritual spring water she fed him every day weren't wasted.

Lin Xiuer decided that she must treat men better when she got back.

As she was about to leave the town, she saw malt sugar on a peddler's pole; the golden sugar pieces shimmered enticingly in the sunlight.

Lin Xiuer stopped and took out a coin.

"Give me one."

The peddler handed her a small piece of candy wrapped in oil paper. She took it and put it in her bosom, a satisfied smile on her face.

As soon as she arrived home and opened the courtyard gate, Wang Shi came out to greet her with a worried expression and took the things from her hands.

"Xiuer, you're finally back! That person... that person seemed to move a little just now, and said something incoherent, but I couldn't hear what he said."

Lin Xiuer's heart tightened, and she quickly put down her basket and went inside.

The man remained unconscious, but his brows were furrowed and his lips moved slightly, as if he were muttering to himself. His complexion was worse than in the morning, with an unnatural flush.

"Mother, we need to prepare the medicine quickly."

Without taking a break, she immediately asked Wang to boil water, and then carefully cleaned her wound, applied wound medicine, and re-bandaged it, as instructed by the pharmacy clerk.

Then wash the newly bought medicine pot, put in Bupleurum and Scutellaria baicalensis, add water, and simmer over low heat on the stove.

The brown medicinal liquid bubbled and simmered, and the bitter smell of the medicine quickly filled the dilapidated courtyard.

Lin Xiuer moved a small stool and sat by the stove, watching the fire.

After carefully tidying up the things Lin Xiuer had bought, Wang asked, "Xiuer, why did you buy all this? Do you have enough money?"

Lin Xiuer knew what she was worried about. "Don't worry, Mother, I'll tell you later."

As she spoke, she took out two steamed buns wrapped in oil paper from her bosom, stuffed one into Wang's hand, and prepared the other for Xiaobao.

Holding the steamed bun, Wang felt a long-lost warmth rise in her heart. Her Xiuer had truly grown up and become sensible.

"Xiuer, Mother isn't hungry, you eat."

Lin Xiuer pushed it back: "Mother, you eat, Xiaobao and I will eat together."

Xiao Bao was playing with ants in the yard when she called him over with a steamed bun in her hand, breaking off a large portion of the bun for him.

After Xiaobao finished eating the steamed buns, she magically grabbed her hand and asked, "Xiaobao, guess what Mommy has in her hand?"

Xiao Bao shook his head timidly. In the past, when she reached out her hand like that, she would either hit him or smash things.

Although his mother hasn't hit him these past few days, the fear that has accompanied him since he can remember can't be eliminated by just a few kind words.

Seeing him like this, Lin Xiuer felt a pang of sadness and stopped teasing him.

With a flick of her wrist, she opened her palm, revealing a piece of malt candy lying quietly in her somewhat rough hand.

Xiao Bao's breathing clearly stopped.

Her big, dark eyes were wide open, staring intently at the candy, her little mouth unconsciously slightly open.

There was disbelief and surprise in his eyes, a child's natural craving for sweets, and a hint of timid hesitation, as if he dared not reach out.

Lin Xiuer's heart felt a mix of bitterness and tenderness, as if it had been gently pinched by that gaze.

Holding the candy, she smiled even more gently. "Little Bao, this is candy that Mommy bought especially for you."

She spoke very softly, afraid of startling him.

Xiao Bao's gaze shifted from the candy to her face, as if trying to confirm something.

The mother before him wore a gentle smile he had never seen before. The bruise on her forehead had faded, and her eyes were bright, reflecting his small image.

Lin Xiuer unwrapped the candy, and the unique sweet aroma of maltose wafted out. Xiao Bao twitched his nose, sniffing the sweet scent in the air.

She held the candy to Xiaobao's lips: "Try it, is it sweet?"

Xiao Bao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist the sweet temptation. He opened his little mouth and put the candy in his mouth.

Instantly, a sweet taste melted on the tip of the tongue, forcefully dispelling the bitterness and fear that had long been etched in the memory.

The little guy's eyes suddenly lit up, as if they had seen stars. He slowly sucked on it, a small puff forming on his cheek, and mumbled, "So sweet... thank you, Mom."

That soft, gentle "Mother" struck Lin Xiuer's heart like a tiny hammer, hitting the most tender spot in her chest. Her eyes instantly reddened, her nose stung, and her vision blurred.

She looked at Xiao Bao's slightly puffed-up face, which was still a little dirty from sucking on the candy.

Seeing the pure, childlike joy in his eyes, born from the sweetness, a feeling mixed with guilt and tenderness welled up inside me.

Her throat tightened, and her voice trembled slightly: "Little Bao... Mommy... Mommy can hug you?"

She asked the question with trepidation. She feared that the child might still remember the harm caused by the original owner of the body, and that the fear might be deeply ingrained.

Xiao Bao, with the candy in his mouth, stopped sucking, raised his head, and looked at Lin Xiuer intently again. This time, he looked at her more carefully.

My mother's red eyes were brimming with tears, but her gaze was so gentle, as gentle as a handkerchief chilled in well water in summer, or the warmest fire in the stove in winter.

Her lips were turned up in a smile, and her eyes were curved upwards, completely unlike her mother who used to be always glaring and impatient.

In his young heart, he may not yet understand what change means, but he can sense a feeling that makes him feel at ease and want to get closer.

Finally, he nodded very slightly.

It was just a small gesture, but it filled Lin Xiuer with immense joy, and she almost burst into tears.

Afraid of startling him, she slowly reached out and gently pulled his small, somewhat uncomfortable body into her arms.

The little body in his arms stiffened slightly at first, but soon, in that warm and soft embrace, the feeling of being connected with his child made him slowly relax.

Holding her son, Lin Xiuer felt his faint heartbeat and warm body temperature, and a sense of relief at having found him again overwhelmed her.

She gently pressed her face against Xiao Bao's somewhat dry hair, and couldn't resist kissing his slightly cool little face.

The sensation of skin against skin filled a void in her heart.

She couldn't help but rub her cheek against the child's delicate face, her voice choked with sobs and filled with endless guilt.

"My good son... Before... before it was all my fault, I was such a bastard. Can you... can you forgive me? I promise I'll treat you well from now on, I promise..."

Although the sins committed by the original owner of this body were unrelated to her, now that she has inherited this body, if she wants to truly integrate into this world and live a good life in this time and space, she will have to take on the responsibilities of caring for her children and fulfilling her filial duties to her elders.