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

"What can you wear? You can wear anything!" Liu Sanzhen interrupted her.

"Look at yourself, how baggy these clothes are! They're swaying back and forth. Stand up straight, let me see."

After he said that, Lin Xiuer felt embarrassed to refuse any longer and straightened up.

Liu Sanzhen looked you up and down, then clicked his tongue and said, "You've lost weight, you've really lost weight. The last time I saw you, your face was still round, but it's only been a few days and now your chin is showing."

"These clothes look like they were stolen."

Lin Xiuer couldn't help but laugh. She also felt that she had lost a lot of weight recently, but she had been busy setting up her stall and working, so she hadn't paid much attention to it.

Liu Sanzhen took the measuring tape: "Come on, let's measure together. It's getting hotter and hotter, you should change into some lighter clothes."

"I can't keep wearing this outfit around every day and let the neighbors laugh at my poor tailoring skills."

Liu Sanzhen added, "Besides, you're the head of the household now, and you're out at your stall every day, so it's only right that you dress presentably."

"Make two new outfits; they'll be comfortable to wear for work."

Since he had said that, Lin Xiuer couldn't refuse anymore. Mainly, she didn't need to mistreat herself; she wanted to be comfortable in her clothes.

Liu Sanzhen measured her waist, saying as she did so, "Your waist has shrunk, but your bust... well, it hasn't changed much."

"Your shoulders have narrowed a bit too. Girl, you've really put in the effort; you've lost so much weight."

Lin Xiuer smiled and said, "Working every day naturally makes you thinner."

"Alright, I'll make you two sets too." Liu Sanzhen noted down the measurements. "One set of fine cotton, for working."

"Something light and thin to wear when going out. What color? What kind do you want?"

Lin Xiuer thought for a moment: "Let's make the fine cotton one in blue, it'll get dirty easily. And the thin one... how about a moon-white one?"

Liu Sanzhen nodded: "Alright. Come with this girl and pick it up in three days."

Lin Xiuer thanked them, paid the deposit, and left the shop with Xiao He.

Walking down the street, Xiaohe suddenly whispered, "Sister, you're so kind."

Lin Xiuer looked down at her: "Hmm?"

"I'll make you new clothes." Xiao He held her hand tightly. "No one has ever made me new clothes before."

Lin Xiuer felt a pang of sadness and gripped her hand tightly.

"I'll have it from now on," she said. "I'll have it from now on, just like my sister."

Xiaohe nodded, her eyes a little red, but she didn't let the tears fall.

After leaving Liu Sanzhen's clothing shop, Lin Xiuer took Xiao He to visit several other shops.

At the general store, I bought more than a dozen rough porcelain bowls of various sizes, more than a dozen pairs of chopsticks, and plates.

There was nothing in that abandoned garden now, so she bought a water ladle, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and so on.

There were quite a few items, which were tied up with straw rope. She discussed with the shopkeeper that they would leave them here for now and come back to pick them up later after she finished shopping.

Then we went to the blacksmith's shop.

The shop was filled with the clanging and banging of the stove, which was burning brightly.

Lin Xiuer went inside and picked out a sturdy iron pot. She turned it over and looked at it from all angles, then flicked it with her finger, producing a crisp sound.

"This will do," she said to the blacksmith without haggling. "Could you please deliver it to the old house in the west of town?"

The blacksmith nodded, noted the location, and put the pot aside.

Lin Xiuer paid the money, thinking to herself: Now that I have the pot, once the west wing is cleaned up and the stove is renovated, I can braise pig offal.

With so many people working today, just braising the offal might not be enough. After thinking about it, she decided to buy a few more chickens and braise them together.

Walking back to the market, she spotted the itinerant doctor immediately.

He was still sitting there, with a low table, a pulse pillow, and a few medicinal herbs. He was taking the pulse of an old man, talking to him as he did so, and the old man nodded repeatedly.

Lin Xiuer paused in her steps.

That matter has been on my mind ever since.

She glanced at Xiao He beside her and had an idea.

"Xiao He, go over there and see if they sell live chickens. If they do, pick out a few fat ones."

"Sister, let me see if there's anything else I need to buy. I'll come find you in a bit."

Xiao He nodded and went in the direction she pointed.

Lin Xiuer stood there, watching Xiao He walk away, before turning around and slowly walking towards the doctor's stall.

As they approached, the doctor had just finished taking the old man's pulse. The old man got up and left, leaving only the two of them at the stall.

Lin Xiuer stood there, her heart pounding, unsure of what to say.

How could a woman like her possibly ask such a question?

The doctor looked up, saw it was her, and smiled slightly. He didn't urge her, just looked at her with a beaming smile.

His gaze was very gentle. "Young lady, are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Xiuer felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. After hesitating for a moment, she sat down anyway.

"Um..." she began, then stopped, wringing her hands, hesitant and unsure where to begin.

The doctor remained smiling, waiting for her to continue.

Lin Xiuer bit her lip and lowered her voice: "Sir, I want to ask... how to prevent pregnancy?"

The doctor raised an eyebrow but didn't speak immediately.

He extended his hand, gesturing for her to place her hand on his.

Lin Xiuer placed her wrist on the pulse pillow.

The doctor extended three fingers, placed them on her wrist, closed his eyes slightly, and quietly held her wrist for a while.

A moment later, he withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.

"The young lady is perfectly healthy," he said. "Her blood and energy are abundant, her pulse is steady, and she's even better than most people."

Lin Xiuer nodded but didn't reply.

The doctor glanced at her and suddenly chuckled.

"People come to me asking if I have any folk remedies on how to get pregnant. Or they want to have several children while they're still young."

"Why is it that when it comes to this young lady, you don't want her anymore?"

Lin Xiuer's face flushed slightly at his question, and she lowered her head without explaining.

The doctor didn't press further, only saying, "If you want to use the medicine, madam, I need to make things clear first."

"Every medicine has its side effects; taking too much is bad for your health. And if the dosage isn't enough, it might not be completely effective at preventing pregnancy. It's not that simple."

Lin Xiuer listened, her heart sinking.

Her spiritual spring water might actually dilute the medicinal properties, so even if she took the contraceptive pill, it might not be effective. What should we do?

The doctor looked at her and said, "You and your husband are both good-looking, and your husband treats you very well. Why don't you want children?"

Lin Xiuer sighed, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.

The doctor glanced at her again and slowly said, "I've been setting up my stall here for two days now and have heard a lot of rumors about you two."

Lin Xiuer looked up at him.

"I heard your husband has lost his memory," the doctor said. "You're the one you picked up from the mountain."

"Is this matter troubling you, young lady? Is that why you don't want a child?"

Lin Xiuer remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

She couldn't explain those messy thoughts to a stranger.

She said she was afraid he would regain his memory, afraid he already had a family, afraid she would be abandoned one day, afraid her child would be born without a father...

Saying these things is too sentimental.

But if I don't say it, I feel suffocated.