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

In the main room of the backyard of Xinglong Casino, Zhao Tianba was reclining on a grand chair covered with a tiger skin.

Zhang Mazi and his companions dared not conceal anything and recounted in detail how Lin Xiuer had come back from the dead, how she had seized control and devoured the property, and how she had threatened to smash her way to her death at the entrance of the gambling den.

Zhao Tianba held a small purple clay teapot in his hand, his triangular eyes half-closed, his sharp eyes concealing a hidden glint.

He didn't look like a fierce and ruthless gang leader; he looked more like a shrewd and calculating nouveau riche.

"He swallowed the IOU..." Zhao Tianba put down the teapot. "This Lin Da Pang has certainly grown some guts."

"Exactly," Liu chimed in with a sidelong glance, "swallowing the IOU... How could she even think of that! Doesn't she fear choking on it?"

"That Lin Da Pang is really possessed by a ghost. His eyes are so eerie, like he's a completely different person. It gives people the creeps," Zhao Er Gou muttered under his breath.

He looks big and burly, but he's actually terrified of all sorts of supernatural and ghostly things.

The room was quiet for a moment, with only the sound of Zhao Tianba sipping his tea.

"Master Zhao, she's clearly being unreasonable!" Zhang Mazi said urgently. "Should we go back and teach her a lesson? I guarantee she'll behave herself..."

"What's the rush?" Zhao Tianba interrupted him, his triangular eyes flashing with a flickering light. "Didn't she say she'd pay me back if she earned the money in a month?"

"That's what she said, but..."

"Then give her a month. I want to see how that penniless, fat widow, Lin Dapang, will earn ten taels of silver a month."

"Even if she had three heads and six arms, and scraped three feet of land in Qingshan Village, she still couldn't raise the money."

"If we push her now, she might actually bring that brat and spill blood at the entrance of my Xinglongfang. It's not worth getting into trouble for ten taels of silver."

"Let her run wild for a month. If she still can't pay back the money after a month, she'll only be more desperate."

He paused, then a chilling smile returned to his lips: "Besides, a month from now, what we'll be asking for won't be ten taels."

Zhang Mazi's eyes lit up: "What Master Zhao means is..."

"Interest compounding, it's only natural." Zhao Tianba sat back in his armchair, picked up the teapot again, and said, "She only accepted ten taels of principal, right? Fine. For this month, according to the rules of the workshop, the interest will still be calculated. After a month, the principal plus interest will be the same as it should be. If she can't come up with the money then, it won't be as simple as just grabbing a brat to settle the debt."

"She still has her mother and three brothers, so take it slow and we'll eventually get some benefits out of her."

Zhang Mazi suddenly realized, his face showing a mixture of admiration and fear: "Brilliant! Master Zhao is truly brilliant! He let her think she had caught her breath first, then strangled her to death!"

Zhao Tianba smirked: "For the next month, have someone keep a close eye on Lin Dapang, don't let her escape."

"Yes, yes, don't worry, Master Zhao, the brothers are all very clever!" Zhang Mazi nodded repeatedly.

"Go ahead." Zhao Tianba waved his hand, closed his eyes to rest again, and said, "One month. I want to see what kind of trouble this fat bastard can cause."

Zhang Mazi and his companions bowed and left, gently closing the door behind them.

The night was as deep as ink that couldn't be dissolved.

Lin Xiuer lay on the hard bed, staring at a small patch of starry sky peeking through a hole in the roof.

I'm hungry; my stomach feels so empty.

My ankle is throbbing with pain, like there's a needle pricking it.

Ten taels a month.

Qingshan Village was poor; people toiled in the fields for a living. A strong laborer would work all year round, sweating buckets, and if he could save two or three taels of silver, it was already a blessing from heaven.

How can a fat woman with an injured foot, a bad reputation, and a family to support earn a living?

She was a recent graduate, working herself to the bone, submitting hundreds of resumes, and hadn't even officially become a slave to capital before. Now, she's transmigrated into this world, starting out working for Boss Zhao for free.

"God," Lin Xiuer murmured into the darkness, her voice so soft that only she could hear it, "You brought me back to life, you have to give me a way out, right?"

This is truly distressing.

The storybooks I read in my past life flashed through my mind.

Others who transmigrate are noble ladies from noble families or pampered wives from farming families; at the very least, they have a spiritual spring space or the memories of a prophet.

And her? A hellish start, plus a body full of stubborn fat and a reputation that's rotten to the core.

What should I do? What can I do?

Embroidery? The original owner of this body had never even touched a needle.

Cooking skills? She can cook a few home-style dishes, but in this remote and impoverished area, even the seasonings are hard to come by. What can she use to attract people?

Making soap? Perfume? Glass?

Come on, those time-traveling techniques are just for show. If you really want to do it, raw materials, tools, technology, and sales channels are all major hurdles. Besides, she can hardly even leave her house now.

Lost in thought, she unconsciously put her left index finger into her mouth.

This was a little habit she had when thinking things through in her past life, and she brought it over with her now.

Her thoughts were still lingering on those ten taels of silver. Embroidery? Cooking? Soap making? She considered each idea, then rejected them one by one.

This remote and impoverished area lacks everything, and her legs have made it difficult for her to even leave the house these past few days...

and many more.

What's that taste in my mouth?

Lin Xiuer snapped back to reality. A sweet sensation spread across her tongue.

It's not the blandness of saliva, nor the saltiness of fingers, but a... clear and sweet taste. Like the purest spring water in the deep mountains, yet even richer, with a faint, cool fragrance.

She froze, staring blankly into her mouth, her fingers still in her mouth. The sweet spring water was slowly seeping from her fingertips.

Lin Xiuer sat up abruptly in excitement. The movement was so sudden that it aggravated her injured foot, causing her to hiss in pain, but she didn't care.

She pulled out her wet fingers and brought them to her eyes.

Only a sliver of waning moonlight shone dimly through the window into the dilapidated house. She stared at the chubby finger—deep indentations at the knuckles, yellowish nails, looking no different from usual.

but……

Lin Xiuer's heart pounded wildly as an absurd yet clear thought crashed into her mind.

She trembled as she carefully brought her fingertips to her lips and gently licked them with the tip of her tongue.

The sweet and refreshing taste returns.

It's not an illusion!

She licked it again, this time more carefully. When she focused her mind on her fingertips, the flow of the sweet spring seemed to accelerate.

Goldfinger?

Is the legendary "spiritual spring water" a must-have for time travelers?

Lin Xiuer covered her mouth tightly, afraid that she would scream out loud.

In the darkness, her eyes were wide open as she stared at that ordinary, chubby finger.

With a determined heart, I squeezed it out.

a drop.

Cool water droplets emerged from my fingertips, trembling slightly, and even glistening faintly in the dim light.

Two drops.

Three drops.

She quickly caught it with her other hand. The water droplet gathered into a small puddle in her palm, and its refreshing fragrance was like a bamboo forest after the rain, or plum blossoms after the snow, so clean that it invigorated her spirit.

Lin Xiuer's heart was pounding in her throat with excitement.

She carefully brought it to her lips and drank it all in one gulp.

The sweetness melted in my mouth and slid down my throat. A gentle warmth rose from my stomach and slowly flowed to every part of my body.

The excruciating pain in my ankle seems to have lessened a bit? Although it still hurts, the agonizing sharp pain has become bearable.

It actually works!

She was so excited that she wanted to try again, but as soon as she concentrated her mind and activated it a few times, her head suddenly spun, her vision went black, and her whole body went limp.