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

Zhang Mazi exchanged a sinister glance with his two subordinates, then stared at Lin Xiuer for a long while.

Er Gou is right. They're just thugs hired by the gambling den, doing whatever they're told. If someone really dies, Zhao will definitely try to pin the blame on them to get himself out of trouble, and then he'll be the one who gets taken advantage of.

Having figured all this out, he glared fiercely at Lin Xiuer. "Fine, Fatty Lin, you've got guts today! I'll definitely deliver your message."

"One month, just one month! If you can't come up with the money by then... Hmph! You'd better think carefully about the consequences of offending Master Zhao."

"I've thought this through very clearly," Lin Xiuer sneered. "Now, get out."

Zhang Mazi waved his hand, cursing and swearing as he led his men away.

When he got to the door and saw the villagers watching the commotion, he couldn't help but vent his anger on them: "What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

The villagers who had been watching the spectacle dispersed in twos and threes when they realized there was no more excitement.

As they walked, they discussed among themselves: "Is Lin Xiuer possessed by a ghost? She's like a completely different person."

"Who says otherwise? It's too eerie; they even have a whole set of theories to tell..."

Once the gates closed, the world finally fell silent.

As Lin Xiuer finally managed to catch her breath, the pain in her ankle, combined with the extreme weakness she felt after being transported to this body, overwhelmed her. She had to lean against the doorframe to avoid falling.

"Xiuer," Wang Shi stood up shakily, wanting to go forward but not daring to, "Are you really alright? My heart was broken when I heard you hanged yourself..."

Looking at the old woman with a wrinkled face and tattered clothes, Lin Xiuer felt a mix of emotions.

In her memory, Madam Wang doted on the original owner of this body to an extreme degree, always giving her the best food and drink, which is why she raised such a wretched daughter. Even so, she still couldn't bear to scold or beat her, always saying that Xiu'er was still young and would become sensible when she grew up.

Then look at Xiaobao.

She was thin and small, like a bean sprout, and looked like a three-year-old when she was four. She wore patched coarse cloth clothes. Her dirty little face had only a pair of big, dark eyes. When she saw her looking over, she immediately lowered her head in panic and buried herself in her clothes, her little hands tightly clutching the hem of Wang's clothes.

It was a deep-seated fear, a fear that ran deep in the bones of the child, a fear of his own mother.

What did the original owner actually consider him? A punching bag to vent his anger on at will? A burden? Or something even less than a burden?

Lin Xiuer felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart with a needle, and quickly threw away the wood-chopping knife in her hand.

"Mom, I'm fine. You take Xiaobao to wash his face, I... I'll go back to my room and rest for a while."

Wang was stunned, seemingly never expecting her daughter to speak to her so calmly. Her eyes stung, and she almost burst into tears again.

Normally by this time, Lin Xiuer would have already scolded her for being a useless old woman and forced her to ask for money to make up for her losses.

"Okay, okay," she replied hastily, taking Xiaobao's hand. "Xiaobao, come with Grandma to wash up."

Xiao Bao obediently followed his grandmother to wash his face, glancing back at his mother every few steps, his big, dark eyes full of confusion.

His mother didn't scold him this time. It was the first time he had ever heard his mother speak to someone so calmly since he could remember.

Lin Xiuer grabbed a hoe from behind the door and used it as a crutch, dragging her injured leg step by step back into the house.

Her ankle was swollen so badly that she grimaced in pain. She closed the door and then collapsed onto the hard wooden bed.

This body was so heavy. She looked down at her hands; her knuckles were thick and large, the backs of her hands were so fat they could have formed dimples, and there was black dirt under her fingernails. Then she touched her face; the flesh had distorted her features, and she couldn't even feel her chin.

"What kind of situation is this..." She covered her eyes, her eyes stinging.

Lin Xiuer. The local tyrant of Qingshan Village.

Twenty-two years old, lazy and gluttonous, obese like a pig.

Her three older brothers and sisters-in-law despised her, and the whole village loathed her. Her husband died two years ago, leaving behind her son, Xiaobao. Not only did she not love or care for the child, but she also frequently beat and verbally abused him.

A few days ago, he got carried away with gambling and borrowed ten taels of silver from the gambling den. After losing it all, he was pressured to repay the debt. After failing to get the money back from his mother, he ran to the old locust tree at the village entrance and hanged himself in a fit of anger.

Unexpectedly, halfway up, perhaps because she struggled so much, the branch couldn't support her weight and broke. She fell down, hit her head, and ended up in this state.

Then she, a model young woman from modern society who had done something righteous and courageous, transmigrated into this world.

She became this obese, slovenly, and universally disliked gambling widow.

Lin Xiuer quickly gritted her teeth again. What's the use of crying? Since she didn't die, she might as well live on.

This wasn't her life, but from now on, it was hers.

She didn't believe that starting a business anywhere was the same as starting a business, given her vast knowledge of modern life. She refused to believe that she couldn't survive in Qingshan Village.

Just then, a cautious knock came from outside the door.

"Xiuer? Mother has cooked a bowl of porridge, would you like some?"

Lin Xiuer then realized she was hungry. "Mother, come in."

Wang pushed open the door and approached, carrying a bowl of dark, greasy porridge.

The porridge was so thin you could see your reflection in it. "There's not much food left at home. You can have this for now, and I'll borrow some more from your brother's house tomorrow..." Wang said awkwardly.

Lin Xiuer looked at the bowl of porridge but didn't take it. She then looked at Xiao Bao behind her.

Xiao Bao hid behind Wang Shi, only peeking out half of his little head.

"Have you and Xiaobao eaten?"

"Huh?" Wang was taken aback: "You ate it, you ate it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Bao's stomach rumbled.

The little guy immediately covered his stomach and hid himself tightly, afraid that Lin Xiuer would see him.

Lin Xiuer sighed: "Mother, I really can't eat right now. You and Xiaobao eat."

Xiao Bao's eyes widened when he heard this. He looked at her as if she were a monster, then shrank back in fear.

Madam Wang panicked: "Xiuer, how can you not eat? You just woke up, you're still weak..."

"Mom, I'm really not hungry, give it to Xiaobao."

Lin Xiuer turned her face away, her voice a little awkward, "You eat. From now on... from now on, Mother won't let you go hungry anymore, and she won't hit you anymore."

These words were incredibly awkward for her, a recent college graduate who hadn't even kissed anyone yet; they gave her goosebumps.

But when Xiao Bao heard this, he blinked, held the bowl in his little hands, slowly lowered his head, and drank while secretly glancing at her. Only when he saw that she was really not angry did he feel relieved and start eating.

Lin Xiuer felt even worse after seeing this.

Wang looked at her, her gaze growing increasingly complex. There was heartache, confusion, and a hint of fear.

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer: "Xiuer, tell your mother the truth, are you really possessed? Why are you like a different person after you woke up..."

Lin Xiuer on the bed wanted to laugh, but she couldn't bring herself to smile; instead, her lips turned downwards.

Her heart ached, and her throat tightened. She didn't know if she had been possessed by an evil spirit, but the current Lin Xiuer was definitely a different person.

Tell her to tell the old lady that her daughter is dead and that the body inhabited by a lonely soul from another world.

But that's too far-fetched; if she actually said it, wouldn't she scare the old lady to death?

"Then Mother, answer one question for me first. Do you like me the way I am now? Or do you want to go back to the Lin Xiuer you used to be?"

Wang was stunned, her mouth agape, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered, casting a huge, swaying shadow on the wall.