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

Yi Liuyun was stunned, blinked, and didn't react for a moment.

Change your name?

She scratched her head.

Before she came, Lord Shen only told her to take advantage of being sold to get close to Lord Pei and find out if he really had amnesia as rumored, or if he was just pretending to have amnesia for the sake of the mission.

She's just here to make contact, gather information, and then find an opportunity to send a message back.

I didn't tell her... that I also need to change my name.

Although her surname wasn't Yi, and she was an orphan who grew up in a garrison, she had been using the name "Liuyun" for several years and was already used to it.

She looked up at Lin Xiuer, and Lin Xiuer looked down at her.

The moonlight fell on her face, her expression gentle yet earnest, her eyes holding something the other couldn't quite understand—a mixture of heartache and pity.

Before coming, she was still scheming about how to approach her, how to test her, and how to complete the mission discreetly behind this woman's back.

But now...

The girl lowered her eyes, then raised them again.

"I'll listen to my sister." Her voice was soft, but very earnest.

"If my sister says my name is bad, then it's bad. If my sister says I should change it, then I'll change it to whatever she says."

Lin Xiuer smiled, a smile that was especially gentle in the moonlight.

She thought for a moment, then looked around.

In the fields along the roadside, the rice seedlings are growing vigorously.

By early May, the rice seedlings had already taken root and were a lush green. They were busy dividing and sprouting leaves, crowding together and showing a vigorous growth momentum.

Lin Xiuer pointed to the field: "Look."

The girl followed her gaze.

"Those are rice seedlings," Lin Xiuer said. "Rice seedlings are different from clouds. They grow on the ground and are rooted in the soil."

"When the wind comes, it sways, but its roots remain still. When the rain comes, it drinks its fill and grows stronger. By midsummer, it will bear heavy ears of grain."

The girl stared at the lush green rice seedlings, lost in thought.

"You have to put down roots."

Lin Xiuer turned her head and looked into her eyes. "This way you can make your own decisions. From now on, you won't have to drift around anymore, and you won't have to live by other people's approval."

She paused, then said with a smile, "You're still so young, let's call you Xiao He. You'll definitely have a good life from now on, with nothing to worry about."

The girl—no, Xiao He—stood there, staring blankly at the rice seedlings.

Under the moonlight, the lush green leaves swayed slightly, as if nodding to her.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but her throat tightened.

She remembered her old name. Liu Yun, Liu Yun, she never knew there was anything wrong with that name.

But now that Sister Lin has said this, she realizes it.

Yes, clouds drift in the sky, going wherever the wind blows. They can never control their own destiny.

She knew she didn't want to be a cloud anymore.

She imagined herself like those seedlings, rooted firmly in the ground, standing steadily. No more drifting about, no more having to be mindful of others' moods, no more…

My eyes suddenly felt hot.

This woman, whom she had only known for less than an hour, had just given her a new name.

A name that carries blessings.

She blinked hard, trying to suppress the heat.

"Xiao He," she murmured softly, as if savoring the taste of the name.

Then she looked up at Lin Xiuer, her lips slowly curving into a smile, "Sister, I like this name."

Lin Xiuer smiled and patted her head: "I'm glad you like it. Let's go, Xiao He, let's go home."

Xiao He nodded vigorously, gripped Lin Xiuer's clothes tightly, and continued walking forward.

The moonlight shone on her face, and her small figure seemed to be straighter than before.

"Sister, can I be called Xiao He from now on?"

"Yes, let's call her Xiao He."

"Sister, do you think Xiaobao likes me?"

"Yes, he loves having someone play with him."

Xiao He lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "How about I bring him a gift? I can weave grasshoppers, really, they look just like real grasshoppers."

She loosened her grip on the hem of her clothes, took two steps toward the roadside, squatted down, and rummaged through the weeds.

I pulled out a long, green, and very resilient grass stem and started weaving it carefully.

Lin Xiuer slowed down and looked at her.

Xiao He's fingers are thin, but they are very nimble when they move.

She folded and twisted the grass stem, and in no time, a grass grasshopper took shape in her palm.

Wings are wings, legs are legs, and even the whiskers are sticking up—it's incredibly lifelike.

"Sister, look, doesn't it look like it?" Xiao He held it up for Lin Xiuer to see, a little smug on her face.

Lin Xiuer took it and looked at it, then couldn't help but laugh: "Your skills are really good. Xiao Bao will be overjoyed when he sees this."

Xiao He took the grasshopper, carefully held it in her hand, then grabbed Lin Xiuer's clothes and continued walking forward.

Qingshan Village, Lin Family Courtyard.

The dim light of an oil lamp still shone in the kitchen. The smoke from the cooking fire had long since dissipated, and the fire in the stove had gone out, leaving only a little warmth.

Wang sat on the doorstep, holding her son in her arms, the two of them gazing longingly towards the village entrance.

"Why aren't they back yet..." Wang muttered. "It's already pitch black."

Little Bao nestled in her arms, his eyelids drooping with sleep, but he refused to go to bed, muttering, "Wait for Mommy, wait for Mommy and Daddy to come back."

Footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Xiao Bao suddenly raised his little head, broke free from Wang Shi's arms, and ran off with his short legs.

"Mother—!"

After running a couple of steps, he suddenly stopped.

He saw that there was another person standing next to his mother.

A thin woman, much taller than him, was looking down at him.

Xiao Bao was stunned for a moment, blinked, and looked at her curiously with his big eyes.

Lin Xiuer walked over, picked up Xiao Bao, and kissed him on the cheek. Xiao Bao hugged her neck, but his eyes were still looking towards Xiao He.

Lin Xiuer put Xiao Bao down, took Xiao He's hand, and walked to Wang Shi.

"Mother, this is Xiao He." She paused, "She'll be living with us from now on."

Wang was taken aback, her gaze falling on the girl.

She was thin, really thin, with prominent cheekbones. Her clothes were dusty and patched up, but her eyes were bright and she looked clean.

Xiao He stepped forward and politely greeted, "Hello, Grandma."

Wang responded, but before she could ask any questions, Lin Xiuer pulled her aside, lowered her voice, and briefly recounted what had happened at the town entrance that day.

How did a drunken old man manage to sell his daughter to her for two taels of silver?

As Wang listened, the initial shock on her face slowly turned into heartache.

She turned back and looked at the skinny girl, her eyes a little red.

"What a tragedy..." she sighed softly, patting Lin Xiuer's hand. "Alright, Mother understands. It's good that she's here. We'll treat her well from now on."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the kitchen: "Are you hungry? Mother will heat up some food; there's still some left in the pot."