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

Wu Liangcai was first struck by Ping An's strikingly handsome appearance.

After seeing his plain and shabby clothes, she curled her lip and her face regained its condescending confidence.

Pshaw! He's just a peasant with an empty shell.

After lingering a few more steps, his small, beady eyes glanced disdainfully over Lin Xiuer's snack stall, his gaze precisely locking onto a vegetable stall in the corner.

As soon as Wu Liangcai saw the little girl selling vegetables, his beady eyes lit up. He waved his folding fan and went over to her. "Little sister Cui'er, your brother has come to see you. I've missed you so much these past few days."

The little girl who was squatting on the ground next to him, hurriedly packing her things in preparation for running away, was startled by the greasy voice, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

She deliberately chose an inconspicuous corner today, hoping to avoid this jinx.

Hearing the commotion at the street corner, her heart skipped a beat. A bad feeling told her to quickly pack her things and slip away, but she was still a step too late.

Wu Liangcai's bulky body blocked the light, casting Cui'er's thin body in shadow.

Cui'er's heart sank to the bottom. She lowered her head and could feel that uncomfortable gaze fixed on her.

She dared not move, hoping that the villain would get bored and leave on his own, just like before.

But this little tyrant is clearly not someone who is easy to deal with.

Wu Liangcai squatted down, lightly using his fan to lift the girl's chin, his voice sweet and cloying: "Little Cui'er, I've asked you three times already, have you made up your mind?"

"Going home with my brother to eat and drink well, in fine clothes and silks, isn't that better than selling these rotten vegetable leaves here in the wind and sun? It's your good fortune to be my seventh concubine!"

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with delicate features. She wore a coarse cloth dress with patches upon patches on it, and tears welled up in her eyes. She looked truly pitiful.

"Young Master Wu... I won't go... Please... My father is waiting for the money I earned from selling vegetables to buy medicine."

She felt like vomiting just looking at Wu Liangcai's fat, swollen face; how could she possibly become his concubine?

Upon hearing this, Wu Liangcai closed his folding fan in displeasure, his face darkening. "So you're going to refuse a polite toast only to drink a forfeit? My patience is limited, Afu and Agui! It seems I'll have to 'invite' Miss Cui'er home for a proper 'discussion'!"

Two fierce-looking servants immediately stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, blocking all of Cui'er's escape routes like two iron towers.

The rough, large hand grabbed directly at Cui'er's thin arm!

"No--!"

Cui'er finally broke down, letting out a shrill, desperate scream as she struggled with all her might.

The vegetable basket was kicked over, and tender vegetable leaves were scattered all over the ground, trampled into a mess.

"Let me go! Please... Help! Someone save me! Father—Mother—!"

Her small, thin body was like a leaf in a storm in the hands of two burly servants; all her struggles were in vain.

Tears streamed down her face, blurring Cui'er's vision. Overwhelmed by fear and despair, she felt almost suffocated.

There were so many vendors and passersby around, but everyone kept their heads down, no one dared to speak, and no one dared to step forward.

Hu Yidao was also furious, his face turning ashen, the veins on his hand gripping the cleaver bulging, but he was clearly hesitant and did not dare to step forward.

Wu Liangcai's father was the village head of Peach Blossom Town and had some power. His son was even more notorious for being reckless and troublesome, and anyone who crossed him would be in trouble.

Several women buying groceries nearby huddled together, whispering, "...This is terrible, how many times has this happened already..."

"Those things we took back from our homes were beaten half to death by him within a few months..."

"Cui'er's mother died young, leaving behind her sick father and young brother to rely on for support. Poor thing..."

Lin Xiuer's heart clenched, but she herself was in a precarious situation.

With the high-interest loans from Xinglongfang already on his hands, and having just offended the thugs of the Black Fish Gang, he had no time to meddle in other people's business.

But looking into the girl's frightened and helpless eyes, and her still-developing, childlike face...

Fourteen or fifteen years old—in her time, she was still a junior high school student!

In a moment of impulsiveness, Lin Xiuer wanted to rush forward, but her arm was suddenly tightened, and a force pulled her backward!

She was caught off guard and bumped into a warm and firm chest.

Ping An wrapped one arm half around her in his arms, lowered his head, and his warm breath brushed against her ear: "Wife, don't go, it'll be too much trouble."

The warm breath and whispers made Lin Xiuer's heart skip a beat, her ears instantly burned, and her thoughts were momentarily in disarray.

But before she could even savor the sudden embrace, Cui'er's desperate cries snapped her back from the blissful moment.

Lin Xiuer closed her eyes helplessly, and when she opened them again, the struggle in her eyes had not subsided, but there was a hint of bitterness in them. She raised her hand and gently pointed to the spot on her heart.

"I know it's troublesome, but if I felt comfortable here, I wouldn't have run back to the mountains to carry you back."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the arms encircling her stiffen for a moment, and the force binding her seemed to loosen for a split second.

Cui'er's heart-wrenching cries repeatedly eroded her last shred of psychological defenses.

Taking advantage of Ping An's momentary daze, Lin Xiuer quickly slipped out of his arms.

"stop!"

Her body moved faster than her brain. By the time she came to her senses, she had already stepped out of her stall and stood in front of Cui'er.

Wu Liangcai was taken aback, squinting his small eyes as he sized up Lin Xiuer who had suddenly appeared.

Seeing her obese figure and shabby clothes, his face immediately showed disgust: "You fat wretch! Are you tired of living? How dare you ruin my good time!"

When she finally faced this little tyrant, Lin Xiuer's heart pounded wildly, and her back was instantly soaked with sweat.

She forced herself to calm down. There was no turning back now; even if she wanted to retreat, this little tyrant probably wouldn't let it go easily.

What to do? She hadn't figured out how to end this.

In a flash, countless thoughts raced through her mind, her CPU nearly burning out as she racked her brains for opening lines.

Seeing Wu Liangcai's slightly bruised eyes, she involuntarily blurted out a classic line that even she herself hadn't expected.

"Young master! I see a dark aura around your face; you may face a bloody disaster!"

These words were so abrupt that not only Lin Xiuer was so startled that she covered her mouth, but everyone present, without exception, gaped open and froze in shock.

Damn it! Lin Xiuer cursed inwardly. Why did she have to say something like that? Now how is she going to make up a story?

Wu Liangcai's expression changed repeatedly, from astonishment to anger, as he pointed a trembling finger at Lin Xiuer.

"Come here, men, drag this fat slut away and slap her! Beat her until even her own mother wouldn't recognize her."

"Wait! Young Master, have you been eating tomatoes lately? Do they taste like tomatoes?"

"Does your vision go black when you stand up after squatting for a while?"

Lin Xiuer stared at Wu Liangcai's puffy, chubby face, speaking rapidly.

Wu Liangcai was about to swear when the words he was about to say were instantly cut off. He looked at the fat woman in front of him in disbelief.

The two servants released Cui'er, grinning maliciously as they approached Lin Xiu'er, their large, fan-like hands about to grab her.

Ping An's tall figure flashed out of the food stall, ready for a big battle.

But even faster than them was Wu Liangcai.

He glared with his beady green eyes and raised his hand to stop the two servants: "Don't move! Stop it, both of you!"