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

Putting everything else aside, when he got up to relieve himself this morning, he did indeed experience a sudden blackout and almost fell headfirst into the latrine.

He didn't tell anyone about it, only that he had indulged in too much lust at night and was thinking of secretly getting some medicine from Jishetang to replenish his energy after bringing back the beautiful Cui'er.

How did this woman figure it out?

He looked Lin Xiuer up and down with suspicion, his arrogance unconsciously diminishing by a third.

He asked, still somewhat skeptical, "How...how did you figure that out?"

Seeing his reaction, Lin Xiuer knew she had guessed correctly. She immediately put on a mysterious expression and continued to make things up.

"Heh, I not only know that, I also know that you have to close your eyes to fall asleep." Lin Xiuer said with certainty, as if she was confident that if she said one wrong word, I would eat something on the spot.

Wu Liangcai was completely shocked. He didn't hear what Lin Xiuer said at all. He only saw her confident look and thought that she was right.

His mind went blank for a moment, and he nodded subconsciously: "Yeah! You...you knew that too?"

Lin Xiuer burst out laughing inside, but her face remained even more serious: "Think about it again, when you're angry, don't you feel especially angry?"

Damn! I won again!

After being prompted by her words, Wu Liangcai's mind became a complete mess.

Lin Xiuer nodded heavily, sighed, and looked at Wu Liangcai with an expression that said, "I knew it, you're really sick."

When Wu Liangcai saw her hesitant expression and thought about the bloodshed she had mentioned at the beginning, he panicked even more. Could he really have contracted some incurable disease?

No! He just celebrated his twentieth birthday a couple of days ago. He has several beautiful wives and concubines at home. He doesn't want to die young like this.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Lin Xiuer had changed from suspicion to fear.

"Fat... no!"

He quickly changed his tune: "Fairy! Fairy sister, what... what's wrong with me? Is there any hope for me?"

Lin Xiuer knew something was up the moment she saw his expression. She immediately put on a look of sympathy, as if to say, "Brother, I understand," and, suppressing her disgust, patted Wu Liangcai's greasy hand.

His tone was heavy yet tinged with a sense of chivalry: "Brother, don't worry! Meeting you today is fate! Save me! I have to save you!"

As she spoke, Lin Xiuer glanced at the growing crowd of onlookers around her, then pulled the bewildered Wu Liangcai towards a quieter corner behind her stall.

"Hey bro, lately you've been feeling a bit powerless at everything, especially in that area?"

Wu Liangcai felt a chill in his heart. It was over; she had seen through his incompetence. He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was already choked with emotion.

"Sister, you're amazing! To be honest, recently, recently... sigh, I was just about to go to Jishetang to see a doctor."

The style suddenly changed; the bully who was shouting for violence just now turned into a pitiful little thing crying and begging for help.

The vendors who were secretly watching from the sidelines were dumbfounded.

Hu Yidao almost dropped the cleaver in his hand.

Only Ping An stood quietly behind Lin Xiuer, her face serene.

Lin Xiuer had a look on her face that said, "I told you so!" She pulled him closer to the corner, lowered her voice, and mysteriously pointed to the bruise on her forehead.

"Brother, I won't lie to you! You see, my symptoms were much more severe than yours back then. My bloodshed was already in its late stages! I was almost dying! I even had a rope around my neck!"

She made a hanging gesture, "I was just one breath away from death when I ran into a wandering healer! He pulled me back from the brink of death! These bruises... are from when he accidentally bumped into something while saving me!"

Wu Liangcai gasped upon hearing this, craned his neck to examine the bruise closely, and compared it with his current symptoms, becoming almost convinced.

He quickly asked, "That doctor is so amazing? A miracle worker! That old sage...where is he now?"

"He's long gone on a pilgrimage. He's an old immortal, always appearing and disappearing like a dragon!" Lin Xiuer waved her hand, then looked at Wu Liangcai with encouraging eyes.

"But don't worry, brother! You're nothing compared to what I had! Your symptoms are much milder than mine! As long as you follow the old sage's methods like I have, living for a month won't be a problem!"

"No! I think you could live to be a hundred."

Wu Liangcai nodded repeatedly as he listened, but then suddenly felt that something was not right.

Blinking her little eyes, she asked, "But sister, didn't you just say that a dark complexion meant bad luck and bloodshed? Isn't that a sign of good fortune? How come we ended up with a doctor? A doctor... can he read faces?"

Lin Xiuer's heart skipped a beat. Oh no! She'd gone off-topic!

Her mind raced, and she put on a "you wouldn't understand" expression, saying seriously, "Brother, you don't understand, do you? Medicine and medicine are inseparable! Haven't you heard?"

"A skilled physician can discern the root cause of an illness simply by observing a person's complexion and demeanor—this is called 'observing the qi,' just like reading facial features! Which of those Taoist masters doesn't possess medical skills?"

"Do you understand that the greatest truths are the simplest? People who can read a person's appearance and are proficient in all kinds of medical arts are naturally more accurate than ordinary doctors."

She delivered her half-baked reasoning in a commanding tone, leaving Wu Liangcai completely bewildered.

But phrases like "medicine and morality are inseparable" and "the great way is simple" sounded very sophisticated, and he was immediately completely fooled, nodding repeatedly.

"I understand! I understand! Sis, you're right! So what should I do now?"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He pouted, sniffled, and tears welled up in his eyes as he tightly gripped Lin Xiuer's sleeve.

"Sister! You can't just stand by and watch her die! I... I'm still so young, and Cui'er isn't even married into the family yet! I can't let Cui'er become a widow before she's even married!"

Lin Xiuer: "..."

I almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

What time is it? He's still thinking about taking a concubine! Does this good-for-nothing have nothing on his mind but women?

She took a deep breath, her face displaying an even more pained and earnest expression. She patted Wu Liangcai's hand and pointed to the man who had been quietly watching over her behind her.

Lowering his voice, he spoke with the air of someone who'd been there all along: "Brother, did you see that? What does my husband look like?"

Wu Liangcai looked in the direction she pointed, and upon seeing it, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy: this pretty boy was indeed handsome, and had a good figure too.

Lin Xiuer clasped her hands together, sighed heavily, and said in a tone of utter desolation and helplessness, "To tell you the truth, the first rule the gods taught me for survival is to abstain from lust! To be pure of heart and free from desires!"

She pointed at Ping An, then at herself: "Such a handsome man, always hanging around in front of me, my life is so hard, I can only look, but not touch!"

"My heart was pounding like crazy! But what could I do to survive? Ask him if you don't believe me."

She tugged at Ping An's sleeve. "Hey! You've been here all these days, haven't I touched you even once?"

Safety:"……"

He stood there silently, receiving the signal from Lin Xiuer's desperate wink, and then glanced at Wu Liangcai, who looked eager for knowledge, before reluctantly nodding slowly.

Although he didn't speak, his slightly dissatisfied posture, combined with Lin Xiuer's distressed expression, was incredibly convincing.