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

Lin Xiuer wasn't seriously hit; it was just a light bump, and she didn't pay much attention to it.

She waved her hand: "It's alright, it's alright, just be careful while you're walking."

The man looked up; he was about thirty years old, with a thin face, a small mustache, and wearing a worn gray cloth long gown.

Judging from his accent, he didn't sound like a local; I guessed he was a traveling doctor who went from street to street.

He asked with a forced smile, "May I ask how to get to the inn in this town, young lady? I'm new here and have no idea where to go."

Lin Xiuer pointed east: "The inn is just along this road to the east. You'll see it when you get to the busiest street near the dock."

"There are several inns over there, sir, please choose whichever you prefer."

The man glanced in the direction she pointed, then turned back and bowed again: "Thank you for your guidance, young lady."

As he spoke, his gaze casually swept past Lin Xiuer's side and landed on Ping An's face.

That glance, paused for a moment.

Ping An remained calm, only glancing back indifferently.

The man quickly looked away, nodded to Lin Xiuer, and then hurriedly headed east with his medicine box on his back.

Lin Xiuer didn't pay attention to any of this, assuming he was just an ordinary passerby asking for directions.

She turned to look at Ping An: "Let's go, it's getting dark."

Ping An hummed in agreement, then pushed the stroller and followed her.

The two walked along the path towards Qingshan Village. As dusk deepened, Peach Blossom Town was gradually left far behind.

After walking a distance, the doctor who had asked for directions gradually slowed down.

He stopped by a sugar figurine stall on the street and pretended to watch the old artist make sugar figurines.

He turned to the side, his gaze passing through the flow of people, landing on the two figures walking further and further away.

The man pushed the cart, and the woman walked beside him, occasionally turning her head to say something, and the man would lower his head slightly to listen attentively.

The doctor's lips slowly curved into an ambiguous smile, a smile that carried a hint of amusement and interest.

"Pei Zhao, you've finally met your match."

He chuckled softly, then looked away and turned to walk into the deepening twilight, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

When he got home, Wang had already prepared dinner: simple millet porridge with pickled vegetables.

Xiao Bao ran over and hugged Lin Xiuer's leg, looking up at her with his little face and asking, "Mommy, have you seen the new house? Is the new house big?"

Lin Xiuer bent down, picked him up, and kissed his soft little face: "You're so big now. When Mommy's all packed up, I'll take you there and get you your own room, okay?"

"Okay!" Xiao Bao's eyes lit up as he nodded vigorously. "From now on, Xiao Bao is a grown-up and will help Mommy with chores."

"Alright, alright, from now on our little Bao will be a little adult, and Mom should give you a proper name. When you go to school, we can't keep calling you 'Little Bao' anymore."

"But I'll think about it for two days, and I promise I'll give you a name that sounds nice, is easy to remember, and is catchy, okay?"

"Okay." Xiao Bao nodded obediently.

The two newly made beds were delivered this afternoon.

Lin Dafu has good craftsmanship; the bed frame is sturdy and the wood is planed smooth.

"Has Third Brother been here?" Lin Xiuer touched the bed; the bed board was thick and solid. She pressed down hard, but it didn't budge.

Wang poked her head out from the kitchen: "It was delivered this afternoon. I saw you weren't here, so I left it and left. I told you to try it out, and if it wasn't suitable, I could make some changes."

Lin Xiuer nodded.

After washing up in the evening, Lin Xiuer lay on her brand-new bed.

The sturdy pine frame, covered with a thick straw mat, and then a clean, old mattress, made it incredibly comfortable to lie on.

When I turn over, there's no noise at all, and I no longer have to worry about my weight causing the bed to collapse.

I remember that old bed; three of its four legs were propped up with bricks, and it would creak and groan when I turned over in the middle of the night, as if it were about to fall apart.

In the first few days after she transmigrated, she slept on edge every night, afraid that she would fall to the ground along with the bed in the middle of the night.

It's finally all right now.

She turned to the side and looked at Ping An, who was already lying down next to her.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating his face and making his features exceptionally clear.

"This bed is really sturdy," she muttered.

Ping An opened her eyes and looked at her, a slight smile playing on her lips: "What, want to test if it will collapse?"

Lin Xiuer's face flushed, and she turned over: "Go to sleep, go to sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow."

A soft chuckle came from behind, and he reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead.

The next day, market day was held in Peach Blossom Town.

The street in the market gets lively before dawn.

People from the surrounding villages flocked to the town, carrying loads on their shoulders, baskets on their backs, and pushing carts, crowding the bluestone road to the brim.

Vegetable vendors, cloth vendors, sugar figurine vendors, and street performers lined up from one end of the street to the other, their shouts, bargaining, and children's laughter blending together in a cacophony.

A long queue formed as soon as Lin Xiuer set up her stall.

"Madam Lin, bring two deluxe versions with extra meat!"

"I want a jianbing guozi, with extra sauce!"

"Give me one too—hey, don't push, don't push! I've been waiting in line for ages!"

Lin Xiuer's hands flew as she scooped up the batter with a spoon, spread it evenly with bamboo strips, cracked an egg, sprinkled chopped green onions, brushed on sauce, and rolled up the meat.

She had a smile on her face and her mouth was never idle.

"Uncle Zhao, you look great today! Your complexion is getting rosier and rosier." She handed a pancake to an old man with gray hair.

"Oh, Grandma Li, your legs are much more agile than they were a few days ago! I saw you walking over just now, you're much faster than before!"

"Aunt Wang, why didn't your little grandson come? I saved him a crispy one; kids love those."

Everyone who was greeted smiled broadly.

Grandpa Zhao took the pancake: "Of course! After eating your pancake, I feel energetic all over, and I don't even pant when I walk."

Grandma Li said with a smile, "My two old legs used to hurt after just a few steps, but they feel much lighter these past few days. I don't know if it's because I've been eating Lin Niangzi's pancakes every day."

Lin Xiuer continued eating, laughing, "Nonsense! Even if it were true, it's because Grandma is enjoying her meal and is in a good mood that she's naturally healthy!"

She said it like that, but she knew perfectly well what was going on in her mind.

Lately, the spiritual spring at her fingertips has increased, so she's been adding more to the flour.

Add a few drops when kneading dough each day. The resulting pancakes will not only taste delicious, but they also offer real health benefits.

While it won't cure all diseases, it will definitely improve your physical condition gradually.

This is also the reason why she dares to sell a deluxe version with meat for twelve coins.

Aside from its delicious taste, it's definitely worth the price.

While I was busy, I caught a glimpse of a small stall that had appeared across the street at some point.

An old wooden table had a pulse pillow and several rolls of cloth on it, with a small cloth flag next to it bearing the three words: Itinerant Doctor.

The doctor sitting behind that table was the same one I asked for directions from yesterday evening.