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

Xiao Bao was held in her arms, her mouth filled with an irresistible sweetness, and her body exuded a warm feeling that was both unfamiliar and reassuring.

Although he didn't quite understand what forgiveness meant, he understood that "I will definitely treat you well in the future." He slowly stretched out his small arms and gently wrapped them around Lin Xiuer's neck.

This subtle response finally brought tears to Lin Xiuer's eyes, which rolled down silently and dripped onto Xiao Bao's collar.

Wang watched silently from the side, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her rough hands, and a genuine smile appeared on her face for the first time in many years.

The medicine pot on the stove was making soft "popping" sounds; the medicine was almost ready.

After the fire was turned off, the brown medicinal liquid was poured into a bowl, and it smelled strong and bitter.

Lin Xiuer had a sudden inspiration and added a drop of spiritual spring liquid to the medicine, wondering if it would enhance its effects. After letting it cool down a bit, she elevated the man's head and fed it to him little by little.

Perhaps he was delirious from the fever, or perhaps he hadn't eaten for several days and was truly hungry. The process of feeding him the medicine went more smoothly than expected, and he managed to swallow most of the medicine.

After administering the medicine, she busied herself preparing dinner, cooking a pot of thick and fragrant rice porridge with the newly bought rice.

I sliced ​​a few pieces of pork and stir-fried them with pork fat until they were fragrant. Then I stir-fried them with blanched bracken fern, and a rare aroma of meat wafted from the simple stove.

Wang and Xiaobao ate porridge with the fragrant stir-fried wild vegetables, while Lin Xiuer ladled out a bowl of the top layer of rice oil, let it cool to lukewarm, and fed it little by little to the unconscious man.

The medicine started to take effect in the latter half of the night, and with the rice water replenishing his strength, the man's body temperature gradually decreased, and he slept much more soundly.

In the stillness of the night, the oil lamp flickered dimly.

Lin Xiuer boiled water for Xiaobao to take a bath.

"Little Bao, Mommy has boiled some hot water for you to take a bath, okay?" She squatted down and spoke gently.

"Take a bath?" Xiao Bao blinked, looking somewhat bewildered.

In his memory, his mother rarely cared about these things. Sometimes in winter, when he was shivering from the cold, his grandmother would at most wipe him down with a cloth dipped in warm water. He doesn't remember ever taking a proper hot bath.

He glanced at his maternal grandmother, Wang, who was nodding with a smile: "You've washed up. You forgot, your mother bought a new quilt today. Grandma has already aired it out, so we'll use the new one tonight."

Lin Xiuer added some firewood to the stove. Although it was late spring, it was still a bit chilly at night because of the mountain. Afraid that the child would catch a cold, she moved the wooden basin into a sheltered spot inside the house and closed the door.

Then, I emptied the remaining hot water from the pot into a large wooden basin, added cold water, tested the temperature with my hand, and made it into lukewarm water that wasn't too hot to touch.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, amidst the rising steam, "Come on, Xiaobao, take off your dirty clothes, Mom will wash them for you."

Lin Xiuer rolled up her sleeves and prepared a cloth.

Xiao Bao was a little shy and hesitated for a moment, but under Lin Xiuer's patient and gentle gaze, he slowly took off his tattered clothes.

His thin body was exposed, his ribs were clearly visible, his arms were as thin as sticks, and there were several old bruises and scars on his skin.

Lin Xiuer took a deep breath, suppressing the surging sorrow in her heart, and tried her best to make her smile look natural. She first used a cloth dampened with warm water to gently wash Xiaobao's face and neck. Her movements were gentle, afraid of hurting him.

"Is the water temperature right? Is it too hot?" she kept asking.

Xiao Bao shook his head and whispered, "It's not hot, it's very warm."

Receiving a response from the little one warmed Lin Xiuer's heart. She carefully avoided the child's old injuries and meticulously cleaned his back and arms.

The warm water flowed by, carrying away the accumulated grime, and also seemed to carry away some of the long-standing unease and fear.

Xiao Bao was initially a little tense, but his mother's hand was very gentle and warm, completely different from the hand that used to pull and hit him. He slowly relaxed and began to secretly look up at Lin Xiuer.

The glow of the oil lamp illuminated Lin Xiuer's profile. She lowered her head, her expression focused, and carefully washed every part of the child's body, not even missing between his toes.

"It itches..." Xiao Bao couldn't help but twitch his toes and whispered.

Lin Xiuer laughed: "It's okay if it itches, it means it's clean." She gently tickled the soles of his feet, which made Xiao Bao finally giggle.

The laughter was soft, yet it was like a pebble dropped into Lin Xiuer's heart, rippling outwards. This was the first time she had ever heard the child laugh so easily.

After washing him, she wrapped the little one completely in a dry old cloth, dried him carefully, and then wrapped him tightly in a thin cotton quilt she had just bought that day, leaving only his little head sticking out.

"Okay, now you're a sweet and warm little baby!" She picked up the baby, blanket and all, and put him on the bed, tucking the blanket in.

After being washed with hot water and wrapped in a soft new quilt, Xiao Bao's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wet as she looked at Lin Xiu'er and asked softly, "Mom... are you going to wash too?"

Lin Xiuer's heart softened, and she gently tapped his little nose: "Mommy will wash later, you close your eyes and go to sleep. Is the blanket warm?"

"It's warm." Xiao Bao shrank further inside. The new quilt had a scent of sunshine and cotton, which felt very comfortable.

He opened his bright, dark eyes and looked at Lin Xiuer sitting by the bed. Suddenly, he whispered, "Mother...you are so kind today."

Lin Xiuer almost couldn't hold back her tears again. She bent down and kissed Xiaobao's smooth forehead: "Mother will be good to Xiaobao every day from now on. Go to sleep."

Xiao Bao obediently closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them. Perhaps the hot bath was too comfortable, or perhaps he was too relaxed, for he soon began to snort softly and evenly.

Lin Xiuer sat on the edge of the bed and watched for a while before quietly getting up.

Wang had been watching silently from outside the door, then came in and said in a low voice, "Look at him, how soundly he's sleeping..."

"Mother," Lin Xiuer then took out the heavy money bag from her bosom, opened it and showed it to Wang Shi, "That knife... was pawned for twenty-five taels."

Madam Wang gasped in shock, abruptly covering her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief. After a long pause, she stammered, "Twenty-five taels? My God... Xiu'er, this... this money..."

"Don't worry, Mother, I didn't gamble. It was a legitimate pawnshop. I bargained really hard to get such a high price. You didn't expect that, did you? Aren't I capable!"

Lin Xiuer held her mother's cold hand and chuckled, looking smug.

"With this money, we can pay off the debts of the gambling den and my brother and sister-in-law. As for the rest, we need to think about what kind of small business to start to make money grow, so that we don't just sit around and do nothing, and only then can our lives really get better."

Wang composed herself, and seeing her daughter's serious expression, she gradually felt at ease: "Do business? What can we do? All I know is farming and cooking."

"Cooking is great! I just had an idea." Lin Xiuer's eyes sparkled under the light. "Mom, aren't you good at making pancakes? I remember your pancakes were soft and fragrant."

"That's true. Sometimes the village asks me to help make pancakes for banquets," Wang nodded, somewhat doubtfully. "But can just selling pancakes... really make a living?"