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

Xiao Bao, who was originally squatting on the ground playing with vegetable leaves to tease the two chicks that Lin Xiuer had just bought yesterday, also ran over and hugged Lin Xiuer's leg.

He looked up at his mother, his voice full of longing: "Mommy, you're back. I missed you so much."

Lin Xiuer was quite surprised by Xiao Bao's initiative to get close to her. She bent down, put down her basket, and picked Xiao Bao up.

"Mommy misses my little darling so much! Let Mommy give you a kiss."

Xiao Bao giggled as she kissed him.

After putting her son down, Lin Xiuer took out an oil paper package from her basket. "Look, what did Mother bring you?"

As soon as the oil paper package was opened, the sweet aroma of sesame and osmanthus wafted out.

Xiao Bao's eyes widened in surprise, but instead of immediately reaching for it, he turned to look at Ping An: "Does Daddy have one too?"

Lin Xiuer looked up at the stunned man beside her and chuckled, "Yes, of course we have them, and Grandma too, we all have them."

"Very good."

Xiao Bao happily picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and gave it to Wang Shi, then picked up another piece and gave it to Ping An, and finally picked up a piece and held it to Lin Xiuer's mouth: "Mother, you can eat too."

Lin Xiuer was completely charmed by the little thing. She opened her mouth and took a bite. "Mmm, my little darling fed me this. It's so sweet."

As Wang ate the osmanthus cake in her hand, her eyes quietly welled up with tears. She quickly wiped her eyes and greeted them with a smile.

"Don't stand there, come inside and eat! Ping An, your injury has just healed, and you've walked so much today, sit down and rest."

The porridge on the stove was still warm, and the two of them ate it whole with some pickled vegetables.

After quickly finishing her meal, Lin Xiuer put down her bowl, took out a money box wrapped in an apron from the bottom of her basket, and mysteriously stuffed it into Wang's hand.

The moment she held the money box, its heavy weight made Wang's arm slump: "So heavy?"

Lin Xiuer's face was filled with undisguised excitement and pride.

"Of course! Let me tell you, our pancakes sell very well, all thanks to your excellent dough-making skills, Mom. Everyone praises how delicious our pancakes are."

She patted the money box in Wang's hand, "I'll leave the most important and careful work of counting the money to you. Take your time counting the money; I have to go up the mountain again, we're running out of spices!"

Wang, clutching the heavy box, was still in shock: "Up the mountain again? You just got back, you're still not even out of breath..."

"There's no way around it, business is just too good!" Lin Xiuer nimbly slung the empty basket over her shoulder and fastened the small hoe.

"We almost ran out of sauce today! You couldn't have seen the sheer amount of sauce at that stall; if we didn't stock up, we'd be scrambling for it tomorrow!"

Ping An stood up: "I'll go with you."

"No need," Lin Xiuer shook her head. "Your injury has just healed, so stay home and rest. Help your mother look after Xiaobao. I'll be at the foot of the mountain and back soon."

Ping An walked calmly to her side, naturally reached out and took the basket from her shoulder, and put it on his own shoulder.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Wang Shi and Xiao Bao, he took Lin Xiuer's hand with his other hand.

"My injury is healed, and I'm not tired."

"Let's go."

He spoke calmly, took her hand, and turned to walk out.

Lin Xiuer froze for a moment.

A distinct warm sensation came from her wrist; the calluses on his fingertips caressed her skin.

What's wrong with this man? Why are his movements so natural? The words "honey trap" flashed through her mind instantly, and the tips of her ears felt a little hot.

"Hey...you..." She tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't.

"Two people can be faster and pick more." Ping An didn't even turn his head, and led her out of the courtyard gate.

Wang watched from behind, paused for a moment, then smiled slightly, shook her head, and said nothing more.

Little Bao, munching on a sugar cake, watched his parents walk out hand in hand with his bright black eyes, and whispered to Wang Shi, "Grandma, where are Daddy and Mommy going?"

"Go earn money for Xiaobao so you can buy more sweets and cakes." Wang smiled, patted his head, and turned back into the house.

She held the heavy box in her arms, her hands trembling slightly.

As she untied her apron and lifted the lid—

Whoosh!

Copper coins mixed with a few pieces of silver trinkets jingled and tinkled as they fell onto the bed.

"My God..." Wang exclaimed, her eyes wide open. The crisp, melodious sound of copper coins clinking together was something she hadn't heard in so long.

In the past, all my daughter brought home were angry curses from debt collectors and empty, tattered bags.

With trembling hands, it sat down and, in the light streaming through the window, began to count them one by one, one, two…

With each additional item, the smile on his face unconsciously deepened.

These are the money her daughter earned little by little through hard work, getting up early and working late.

Wang couldn't hold back her tears, which rolled down her cheeks, but she smiled and said, "My Xiuer, you've really made something of yourself."

The room quieted down, with only the crisp sound of coins clinking together and the occasional chirping of chicks coming from outside the window.

Xiao Bao stopped playing with the chickens in the yard and lay down by the bed, watching his grandma count money with wide eyes. Every time he heard a "ten", he would quietly repeat it after her.

Wang counted very slowly and carefully. After counting once, she counted a second time for fear of making a mistake.

The sunlight gradually moved from the tabletop to the base of the wall.

Finally, after counting four times, Wang finally counted correctly, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

"Two hundred and twenty-eight copper coins, plus two coins of loose silver..."

She muttered to herself, "Adding the two hundred coins I spent on noodles and meat today, and subtracting the cost of yesterday's noodles, meat, and ingredients, I've made a net profit of over three hundred coins today!"

More than three hundred coins! For this family, who hadn't seen a whole string of copper coins in a long time, it was a huge sum of money!

Wang clutched the loose silver coins tightly in her hand, then lovingly touched the copper coins before carefully putting them back into the box.

She didn't put it away immediately, but placed the box in the most conspicuous place on the table, looking at it again and again, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at it.

With this money, Xiuer could pay back the money she owed the gambling den, and they would no longer go hungry.

The rice bin at home can be filled, and we can even buy some cloth to make decent clothes for Xiu'er and Ping'an, and Xiao Bao can eat meat more often...

Their lives have really started to get better.

Ping An led Lin Xiuer out of the courtyard and onto the dirt road leading to the back mountain.

Lin Xiuer's mind was a bit of a mess.

In her past life, she was just an ordinary female college student who had recently graduated. Although she had secretly had a naive campus romance and held hands, that was all.

Holding hands with such a tall and handsome young man was truly a first for her.

And the thought of her being a 200-pound fat woman with rough hands from days of hard work is also a reminder of the dangers.

An indescribable feeling, mixed with embarrassment and a little bit of inferiority, quietly emerged.

Her fingers involuntarily curled up, trying to pull her hand out of his palm.

The man immediately noticed this subtle movement.

Ping An didn't stop walking. He turned his head and looked at her reddened ear tips. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and his voice carried a hint of teasing.

"What's wrong, my lady?"

He deliberately tightened his grip, preventing her from easily breaking free.

"You don't like me?"