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

"This girl is so skinny, she could be blown away by the wind. If I buy her, no one will want her. I have to take care of her, I have to feed her!"

"They need to eat three meals a day, and they have to feed themselves at every meal. Who knows how long we'll have to raise them? Do you think food is free?"

She took a half-step forward, one hand on her hip, and arrogantly pointed her handkerchief at the old man's nose: "This is the price, take it or leave it. Two taels if you want, sign and put your fingerprint on it."

"If you're not selling, get out of here. There are other people waiting to see what's going on. Don't delay my business."

This old man, how dare he act so arrogantly in front of her? He's really asking for trouble.

The old man's lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something harsh, but when he saw the several burly, fierce-looking thugs behind her step forward, his arrogance instantly diminished.

But he still refused to budge, saying, "No, it's three taels, it's three taels. My daughter is worth that price."

Lin Xiuer stood at the edge of the crowd, looking at the little girl's hands, and saw what seemed to be a tear falling on the skin and bones of her hand.

She looked at the girl's slightly trembling shoulders, her face showing obvious reluctance.

Ping An turned his head to look at her expression, reached out and put his arm around her shoulder.

"My wife," he said softly, with a hint of grievance, "we're out of money."

Lin Xiuer was startled and looked up at him.

Ping An looked at her with his beautiful eyes, which held a pitiful expression: "The few taels of silver left aren't even enough to repair the roof."

"You forgot your promise to Xiaobao yesterday to take him to the new house soon."

The slight grievance in his voice when he said this was fake; what he really meant was that he didn't want her to meddle.

Lin Xiuer looked at him, a string in her heart tightening. Yes, he was out of money.

The garden cost four taels of silver, the debt to the gambling den cost ten taels of silver, the new bed, the hoe, the food and drink every day, and the pots and pans—all of these cost money.

Although they could earn several hundred coins a day selling pancakes, how could Liu Sanzhen bear the cost of all the costumes they used to scare Jia Heiyu and his gang?

She has to pay for the fabric at least.

The money owed to the eldest and second eldest brothers has not yet been paid off. The little silver left in the money box is so small that it needs to be counted on one's fingers. The roof needs to be repaired, the doors and windows need to be made, and the stove needs to be built.

Not to mention that we'll need to buy new furniture later, and everything will cost money.

She remembered Xiaobao hugging her neck and asking before going to sleep last night, "Mommy, when can we live in a big house?"

She said, "It'll be soon, we'll move in as soon as Mom finishes tidying up the garden."

Thinking of her son, Lin Xiuer hardened her heart, turned her head away, and refused to look at the girl again.

"Let's go."

Her voice was low. She was barely able to protect herself; she had no ability to meddle in other people's business.

Ping An put his arm around her, pushed the stroller, and the two continued walking forward.

The two people behind me were still arguing. I had only taken two steps when the matchmaker's shrill voice pierced my ears again.

"With that small frame, I might have to sell her to a brothel to break even."

The matchmaker sneered, "You want three ounces? Dream on. Get lost, don't delay my business."

Brothel!

These two words pierced Lin Xiuer's ears like needles, and her fists immediately hardened, making it impossible for her to walk any further.

What kind of place is a brothel? Has she never been there and never even heard of it?

What kind of life did those girls in brothels lead, as described in those storybooks and rumors?

Selling smiles and bodies, welcoming and seeing off guests, endless customers, suffering endless torment, contracting a host of diseases, and finally rotting to death in some stinking ditch with no one to claim the body.

That girl was so young, only fourteen years old. Sold to a place like that, how could she possibly have a good life?

She stood there angrily, clenching her fists. Ping An stopped and turned to look at her.

The old man behind them wanted to continue arguing with the matchmaker, but the matchmaker impatiently waved her hand, signaling her thugs to come forward and chase him away. The surrounding crowd took a few steps back, and whispers murmured among them.

But the old man seemed determined to sell his daughter, standing there refusing to leave. The girl never looked up, seemingly resigned to her fate.

Seeing the matchmaker turn to leave, the old man became completely enraged. He grabbed the girl and chased after her for a couple of steps, his words becoming increasingly offensive.

"You old hag! How can my wonderful daughter be worth less than three taels of silver? You haven't even sold her, how do you know she won't sell?"

"Are your eyes on your ass? You heartless old bastard. My daughter is capable and good-looking; she'd be in high demand anywhere—"

The matchmaker paused, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes, and turned to glare at him.

"Get lost. If you delay my business again, I'll break your legs."

The old man stiffened his neck, wanting to curse again—

"Bang!"

A fist landed squarely on his face.

It turned out that Lin Xiuer had pushed through the crowd and rushed in at some point. She swung her arm and punched the old man squarely in the face.

Caught off guard, the old man hadn't even had time to react before he was punched so hard he saw stars, staggered back a couple of steps, and landed on his backside.

He sat there clutching his cheek, groaning in pain, and it took him a long time to recover.

Lin Xiuer was still not satisfied. She rushed up, grabbed his collar, lifted him off the ground, and swung her other fist to hit him again, but her wrist was grabbed.

Ping An had followed her without her noticing, and with lightning speed, he grabbed her wrist, using just the right amount of force to immobilize her.

"My wife," he whispered in her ear, his tone tinged with helplessness, "If you break it, you'll have to pay for it, it's not worth it."

Lin Xiuer's wrist was gripped tightly. She tried to break free but failed, but the fire in her heart continued to rise.

She glared down at the old man on the ground, panting heavily, her eyes red with anger, and grabbed the old man's collar.

"You old fool! You know your daughter is good? If she's good, why did you still insist on selling her?"

"Do you even know what a brothel is? Huh? It's a hellhole! A place that eats people alive! And you call yourself a 'three taels'?! What kind of father are you?"

The old man was stunned by Lin Xiuer's punch, his face stinging with pain, and then he was subjected to a barrage of insults. It took him a while to come to his senses.

He came to his senses, covered his cheek, and squinted as he looked at the fat woman in front of him.

I don't know him/her, I've never seen him/her before.

However, it was clear that this old man was no pushover either.

He struggled to get up from the ground, but his collar was being pulled, and he couldn't get any strength.

The old man covered his swollen cheek, furious and embarrassed, his voice even louder than Lin Xiuer's.

"You, where did you come from, you shrew?"

"I'm selling my own daughter, what's it to you? Who do you think you are?" He cursed as he moved back, afraid that the fist would come at him again.

Lin Xiuer was furious when she heard his words!

"How dare you say that?!" She struggled against Ping An's hand and tried to rush forward again.

"Let go of me!" Lin Xiuer struggled twice but couldn't break free, her eyes fixed on the old man.

"You still know that's your own daughter?! That's your own daughter! You sold her to buy alcohol, are you even human?!"