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

Watching Lin Xiuer's light and quick steps as she left, Lin Dafu stood under the old locust tree, clutching the silver coins that were still warm from his body, and remained motionless for a long time.

He looked down at the silver, then looked up at the direction where his sister had disappeared, his expression extremely complicated.

Aside from doubt and wariness, there also seemed to be a hint of expectation that even he himself found hard to believe.

Finally, he sighed heavily, put the silver in his pocket, and turned to walk home.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiuer hurried home.

Having resolved a major issue for my third brother, I felt quite pleased, but there were still many things to do.

When they got home, Wang had already cooked millet porridge, chopped some pork she bought yesterday, and stir-fried some wild vegetables.

The pork fat was rendered into a small jar of fragrant lard, and the cracklings were kept for stir-frying.

The man in bed was in stable condition. After Lin Xiuer fed him medicine and rice porridge, she fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Xiuer hurriedly drank a bowl of porridge, then picked up the rusty hoe and headed to the backyard.

Behind the Lin family's small courtyard, there was a sizable wasteland overgrown with waist-high weeds and shrubs. It used to be a vegetable garden, but the original owner of this body was lazy, and Wang Shi was old and frail, so it had been left uncultivated.

Now, this is her experimental field and her future vegetable basket.

Lin Xiuer rolled up her sleeves, spat in her palm, and gripped the hoe tightly.

With each stroke of the hoe, the soil was turned up, revealing the tangled roots of the weeds. It was very strenuous, and in just a few strokes, Lin Xiuer was panting heavily and sweating profusely.

For someone weighing over 200 pounds to do this kind of work is pure torture. Sweat soaked through his coarse cloth clothes, clinging tightly to his body. Blisters quickly formed on his hands, burning with pain.

But looking at the soil that was being cultivated little by little, she felt incredibly happy.

This isn't drawing in an office, or playing games on a computer. This is real, tangible work: sweat dripping into the soil, bringing hope for growth.

"Eighty...eighty..." Lin Xiuer silently chanted in her heart, raising the hoe high in her hand and then bringing it down hard!

After working all morning, she finally managed to dig up the hard ground in the backyard that had been barren for who knows how many years.

The freshly turned soil, exposed to the sun, carried the bitter smell of grass roots.

Lin Xiuer straightened up, supporting her aching back. Sweat had long since stuck her hair to her forehead, and the blisters on her palms had burst, burning with pain.

Behind her, Wang was carefully raking out the weeds and roots that she had hoeed down, spreading them out to dry.

Once dried, burn it to make wood ash, which can then be scattered on the ground.

"Mother, take a rest, it's noon." Lin Xiuer wiped her sweat with her sleeve.

"That's good." Madam Wang replied, then looked up at the sky. "Where's Xiaobao? He hasn't made a sound for a while."

Lin Xiuer then remembered the quiet little boy. Since morning, Xiao Bao had been playing with ants in the yard by himself, quiet and well-behaved, which was heartbreaking.

"I'll go take a look." She put down her hoe, walked to the water vat under the eaves, scooped up water and washed her face and hands. The cool water splashed on her face and dispelled some of her fatigue.

Thinking of the sugar daddy who had been unconscious for two days, I wonder how he is doing today.

She was carrying a bowl of warm water when she approached the door. Before she could even push the door open, she heard soft voices coming from inside.

A low, hoarse voice, clearly weak.

The other voice was soft and delicate; it belonged to Xiaobao!

Lin Xiuer was overjoyed. She's awake? And she's even talking to Xiao Bao?

She was relieved that her efforts over the past few days hadn't been in vain, and she was also a little curious about what the two of them, one big and one small, could talk about.

"Squeak—"

The sound of the door opening made the two people inside, one big and one small, look over at the same time.

The first thing Lin Xiuer saw when she entered the room was those eyes that had just awakened.

The man sat leaning against the headboard, his face pale. His dark pupils were like black jade immersed in a cold pool, and his hazy, newly awakened state was tinged with confusion and weakness, as if shrouded in a layer of misty fog.

Her long eyelashes drooped, casting small shadows on her pale skin.

Even though he was sickly and haggard, his exceptionally outstanding bone structure and features were enough to take one's breath away.

Xiao Bao sat obediently on the inside of the bed.

Lin Xiuer was a little stunned by the harmonious scene of fatherly love and filial piety (not really), and temporarily put aside her plan to "discuss the matter of repaying the debt of gratitude now that the benefactor has woken up".

The main thing is... the way this man looked when he woke up was quite shocking.

Besides his excessively handsome appearance, he also possessed a fragile, glass-like quality, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, making him particularly eye-catching.

He sat there quietly, so weak that he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over, yet he possessed an indescribable serenity.

When the man saw her, his hazy eyes seemed to clear for a moment, a quick scrutiny flashing across them before his gaze softened, even carrying a hint of... dependence?

Having been close to Lin Xiuer last night, Xiao Bao is no longer as afraid of her as before, and obediently calls out, "Mother!"

"You're awake?" Lin Xiuer forced herself to look away, picked up the bowl of water, and walked over, trying to make her voice sound calm and natural. "How are you feeling? Is anything particularly painful?"

The man on the bed frowned slightly when he saw the bowl of water she was holding, then looked at the undried sweat on her face and the mud-stained hem of her clothes.

Then, he struggled, using his arms to support his body, and actually tried to get out of bed!

"Don't move!" She hurriedly took two steps forward, placed the bowl of water on the broken table beside her, and gestured to stop him. "Your injuries haven't healed yet, what are you doing getting up!"

The moment her hand touched the man's arm, she felt the muscles beneath his clothes tense instantly, revealing an instinctive alertness and a sense of power, but then they relaxed and he obediently let her push him back onto the bed.

The man paused when she stopped him, leaning back on the bed. His chest rose and fell slightly from the movement, and an unnatural flush appeared on his pale face, clearly aggravating his wound.

He took a breath, looked up at Lin Xiuer, and seemed even more confused, but he still mustered his strength and made a weak bow in Lin Xiuer's direction.

"You've worked so hard these past few days, my wife." His voice was filled with sincere gratitude. "I was unconscious, and my wife and mother have been taking care of me day and night. I'm truly at ease with this."

My wife?

Lin Xiuer's eyebrows twitched. This title... Oh! It seems that this dynasty did indeed have a general term for married women.

She was just trying to reassure herself, and was about to pick up the water bowl to drink some water and suppress her surprise and guilt, when she heard the man continue speaking in that weak voice.

"I was in dire straits this time, and if it weren't for your rescue, I would probably have perished in the wilderness. Your life-saving grace is like a second birth."

"My lord, you're in too much trouble. I can't just stand by and watch you die..." Lin Xiuer felt a little guilty. He had paid for the medical expenses himself; as long as he didn't repay kindness with enmity like in those folk tales, everything would be fine. She could even return the remaining money to him.

The man's gaze swept over her blistered hands and the mud stains on the hem of her clothes. Guilt and self-reproach clearly surfaced in his dark eyes, and his voice lowered accordingly.

"It's all my fault for being so incompetent. I'm so badly injured that not only can I not protect my wife from the wind and rain or share the household chores, but I've also made my wife work so hard, even having to go to the fields herself and suffer like this..."