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

"What?"

Lin Xiuer was initially stunned by his praise, feeling a tingling sensation in her heart.

Especially the last sentence, "Not ugly at all," coupled with his unabashed and appreciative gaze, caused the heat that had just subsided on her face to surge back up.

My little heart started pounding wildly, completely out of control.

Lin Xiuer felt dizzy, completely immersed in his gentle gaze. But before the flutter in her heart could subside, an even more terrifying thought surfaced.

Oh no, this person must have really hit their head and become mentally impaired, unable to distinguish between beauty and ugliness. Not only does they not think they are as fat as a pig, but they also say they look like a female bodhisattva in a painting. How severe must this cognitive impairment be?

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but then she remembered that he was still a patient and she didn't want to push him too hard.

What if he gets emotionally upset? Would that make his condition worse? I should keep a close eye on him and observe him for a while.

Seeing her dazed look, Ping An's smile deepened. He said nothing more, simply took her hand again, and turned to continue walking home.

"Let's go, my wife. Mother and Xiaobao must be getting impatient."

Lin Xiuer was led by him, following closely behind, her mind still preoccupied with how to treat him.

He doesn't seem to like seeing doctors. He's not even in a hurry to treat his own amnesia, let alone take him to see a doctor for other illnesses. If things go wrong, it might even cause him to become resistant.

After much thought, Lin Xiuer decided to find an opportunity to secretly go to Jishetang to inquire about it before making any plans.

At the same time, Chen Mingxuan, who was confused and a little annoyed by Ping An's cold glance, stood in his empty back alley, holding the silver ingot that he hadn't given away, and stood there in a daze for a long time.

Finally, he sighed, turned around, and decided to climb over the wall to go home.

But the thought of going back and seeing his father's ashen face, and hearing those endless rice shop account books...

Let's forget about it!

Having finally managed to sneak out of the house, there was no way I would go back to look at the account books.

He turned and headed towards the market entrance. Since he was already out, he might as well go and check on Old Hu.

Chen Mingxuan's father, Chen Zeyuan, is the owner of Chen's Rice Shop in Taohua Town. All the rice shops in the town belong to his family.

Although his family is well-off, Chen Mingxuan is just like most rich young masters. He doesn't like to do anything serious, he just likes to play with cats and dogs, eat, drink and have fun, and gamble a little money when he has nothing to do.

Like Lin Xiuer before him, he was a gambler with a huge addiction. Once he started gambling, he didn't want to leave the gambling table and was often dragged back by his father by the ear.

Although he had two wives and concubines arranged by his parents, they could not restrain his heart that yearned for freedom.

Those business ledgers were extremely boring to him; just looking at them gave him a headache. He thought, "Whoever wants to look at those rubbish can look at them." He also avoided his father's nagging whenever possible.

As he strolled over to Hu's meat stall, fanning himself with a folding fan, the hustle and bustle of the morning market had long since dissipated, leaving only the mess left behind by a few thugs from the Black Fish Gang, and a handful of vendors cleaning up the mess.

Hu Yidao was grinning as he gathered the last few bones from the cutting board, next to a large piece of pork belly carefully wrapped in lotus leaves.

That was originally meant for Lin Xiuer to use tomorrow.

"Old Hu!" Chen Mingxuan greeted him familiarly, stepping over. "Closing up for the day? What happened at the market today? It looks like it's been hit by a disaster!"

As he walked along, he noticed the chaos around him and a large pool of blood on the ground that hadn't been dealt with yet.

Hu Yidao looked up and saw it was him, not at all surprised: "Yo! Young Master Chen, why are you alone? You didn't even bring a little follower. Did you sneak out behind your father's back again?"

Chen Mingxuan chuckled and poked him with his folding fan. "We're brothers, we don't say anything if we don't know. Tell me, what's going on?"

Old Hu wiped the cutting board quickly while keeping his voice down.

"It's those bastards from the Black Fish Gang! They came to establish their authority first thing this morning and almost smashed up Sister Lin's stall!"

"Xiuer? What happened? How did she, a mere woman, get into trouble with those mad dogs? Is something wrong with Xiuer?" Chen Mingxuan asked anxiously, his heart pounding.

"It's nothing, hehe," Old Hu said with a mysterious smile, "but I almost got into trouble, guess what?"

He looked left and right, put his arm around Chen Mingxuan's shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "It's all thanks to her man!"

Chen Mingxuan's heart tightened. What man? Could it be the man who was with Lin Xiuer when he met her earlier?

Could it really be her new husband?

Hu Yidao vividly recounted how Ping An single-handedly defeated the Seven Fiends of Black Fish that morning, beating them so badly they cried for their parents and were terrified.

It particularly emphasizes Ping An's swift and precise skills, as well as the scene where he was already injured and was later weakly helped away by Lin Xiuer.

Chen Mingxuan was stunned, his mouth agape.

"My God! That poor kid looks so docile, how come he's such a fighter?"

He recalled Ping An's cold gaze and the way he rudely threw the silver back in the alley, and a chill ran down his spine for no reason.

Fortunately, they didn't actually start fighting... He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's right!" Old Hu picked up the wrapped meat. "They left in such a hurry that they didn't even take the meat. I was just about to eat lunch and bring it to her house."

"You didn't see the miserable state those Black Fish Gang members were in. They probably won't be able to show their faces for days after they go back."

As Lao Hu spoke, he clicked his tongue in amazement. "Let me tell you, especially Ma Laoliu's leg. That harpoon flew out of Gou Wu's hand and pierced his thigh with a thud, going right through it."

"The blood was gushing out like it was free. And there was more," the two of them said, pressing their heads together.

"You have no idea how close that fork tip was to his genitals. Old Ma's voice was so loud it was almost inhuman. I wonder if he'll ever be able to... hehehe."

The two let out a series of knowing, snickering laughs. "And yesterday, when Sister Lin tricked the little tyrant of the Wu family, that scene was absolutely amazing."

"Yesterday, that tyrant Wu came to snatch Cui'er, the vegetable seller, as his concubine. In the end, he was completely fooled by Sister Lin. He was as obedient as a lapdog. Tsk tsk tsk..."

Finally, Old Hu sighed, "Wow, after dying once, Lin is like a completely different person. Not only did she quit gambling, but she's also so daring in her business ventures."

As he spoke, he shook his head again, "But after this ordeal, I don't know if Sister Lin's business will be able to continue peacefully. I think the Black Fish Gang, having suffered such a huge loss, will definitely not let this go."

As Chen Mingxuan processed this information, he gained a better understanding of Lin Xiuer's situation and developed more apprehension and curiosity about her husband, whose origins were unknown but whose skills were terrifying.

"Xiuer is that amazing now?"

The Lin Xiuer that Lao Hu was talking about was completely different from the fat woman he remembered who only knew how to gamble and cause trouble.

Even Wu Liangcai, that good-for-nothing, was fooled by her. He was very curious about what Lin Xiuer had told him.