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

Old Hu made a throat-slitting gesture.

"The entire family, numbering in the dozens, was either beheaded or exiled; not one escaped. The government then reclaimed the house."

He took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued, "That house changed hands several times afterward. But the location was too remote, it was big and old, and I also heard that it wasn't very clean."

He lowered his voice even further, with a hint of mystery, "There are always strange noises at night. Some people say they saw a white shadow floating around."

"Everyone's saying that the official's family died unjustly, their eyes wide open in disbelief. It's really eerie!"

Old Hu shook his head as he spoke.

"Later, the government wanted to sell it, but they kept pushing the price down until finally, no one dared to buy it for even a few taels of silver, and it ended up completely abandoned."

"A couple of years ago, those bachelors from the Black Fish Gang, who were barefoot and not afraid of those wearing shoes, thought that a few big men had strong yang energy and were not afraid of ghosts, so they took over that place."

"They even made a threat, saying that if there really was a female ghost, they could just capture her to warm their beds! Pshaw, aren't they afraid of biting off more than they can chew!"

As Hu Yidao spoke, he spat, his face full of disdain.

Lin Xiuer was listening intently with a frown, pondering in her mind where to start dealing with them.

When they heard "haunted at night" and "white shadows floating," their eyes slowly lit up.

Especially when she heard the Black Fish Gang members arrogantly boast that "if there's a female ghost, we'll sleep with it," a brilliant idea flashed through her mind, and a bold plan suddenly took shape!

"Snapped!"

She slammed her hand on the table, her face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"I've got an idea!"

Her sudden slap startled Hu Yidao, who was talking animatedly, causing him to flinch and the stool beneath him to tilt.

With a cry of "Ouch!", he lost his balance and slid down the stool to the ground, sobering up considerably.

Even Ping An, who was listening intently, was startled by her sudden slap and shuddered, feeling as if her amnesia had been largely cured.

Lin Xiuer, however, paid no attention to their reactions, her face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

She sat down again, waved to Hu Yidao, who was still sitting on the ground in a daze, and to Ping An, who was looking over from the opposite side, and lowered her voice mysteriously.

"I've got an idea, come over here."

Old Hu rubbed his sore bottom as he got up and moved closer. Ping An also leaned in slightly.

"Brother Hu, didn't you just say that dilapidated garden is haunted? Hehe, we don't know if there are any real ghosts there. But—"

She paused, a sly smile playing on her lips. "We can play tricks!"

Hu Yidao's eyes widened: "Huh?"

Ping An looked at her without saying anything, but her eyes showed a question.

Lin Xiuer continued, "Another day, we'll find an opportunity to sneak over to the vicinity of that garden and scout out the terrain. We'll figure out their usual activity routes."

"Then, find a few of the most suitable scare points..."

She gestured names on the table with her fingers, as if those people had become her prey.

"Then, let them experience firsthand what 'ghostly passion' truly means! What true awe is!"

Upon hearing the idea of ​​"playing tricks," Lao Hu rubbed his hands excitedly.

"That's great! I'll get some fresh pig's blood, smear it on my face and body, and it'll look just like the real thing! It'll scare those bastards to death!"

Lin Xiuer shook her finger: "Pig's blood has too strong a smell and will give it away easily. It's better to use rouge and face powder to make it blood-colored, and it won't fade easily."

She recalled the "bleeding" special effects in period dramas she had watched before.

Ping An listened without interrupting, but nodded in agreement.

The three of them huddled together and whispered for a while, going over all the scary methods they could think of, the things they needed to prepare, and the possible emergencies.

Finally, it was decided: Tomorrow night, under the cover of darkness, we'll first scout out the perimeter of that abandoned garden and make a preliminary assessment.

"Even if we can't scare them to death, we have to let them know what it means to encounter ghosts when you walk on the dark road too much, and what it means to be watched by the gods!" Lin Xiuer concluded.

The plan came to an end. After seeing off Old Hu, who was full of enthusiasm and patted his chest to guarantee that he would get the iron chains and other props, it was already getting late.

The two cleaned up the dishes, prepared the dough for their stall the next day and let it rest, marinated the meat, and washed and prepared the vegetables.

After finishing all that, the room finally quieted down.

After washing up, it's time to rest.

Lin Xiuer's face flushed whenever she thought about how she had clung to him like an octopus when she woke up in the morning, and how the firm touch of his palm still lingered in her hand.

She silently picked up her tattered quilt, preparing to spread it on the floor.

As soon as I bent down, I felt a burning gaze fall on my back.

She turned her head awkwardly and saw Ping An standing by the bed, staring at her intently, his deep eyes clearly showing his confusion.

The aggrieved expression on its face was almost overflowing, making it look like a puppy that was neglected by its owner and was about to be abandoned.

Lin Xiuer felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze and coughed lightly, "Um... this bed board is old and not very sturdy."

"I... I was just afraid of crushing it!" This reason was brilliant; even she thought it was ingenious and reasonable.

Ping An looked at her with a wronged expression and said sullenly, "Wife, are you still thinking about the person who gave you the money during the day? Is that why you're treating me like this?"

Lin Xiuer almost wanted to facepalm. How could this man's brain be so fixated on the fact that she was having an affair?

"I swear to God!" She turned to face him, and, in a fit of desperation, pointed to her curvy figure.

"Look at me now, weighing over 200 pounds! I'm out of breath just walking! Do you think anyone other than you would want a fat woman like me?"

Ping An's gaze swept over her as her fingers passed over her, her brows furrowing slightly as if she wanted to say something.

Lin Xiuer, oblivious to his subtle expression, continued, "If you really want to sleep in the same bed with me, fine! As long as you can carry me from here to the bed, you can do whatever you want to me!"

After speaking, Lin Xiuer slightly raised her chin, looking at Ping An with a hint of provocation.

She is very confident about her weight.

With his current physical condition, just recovered from a serious illness, even if he's skilled, he doesn't look particularly robust. Want to lift her, who weighs nearly 200 pounds? Dream on!

"If you can't do it, then just listen to me and we'll talk about it again when I lose weight."

Unexpectedly, after hearing her words, the man took a few steps over and stared into her eyes, "Really?"

"real."

"Anything is fine with me?"

"Anything is fine."

Lin Xiuer answered decisively, with complete confidence.

She understood perfectly well.

In her past life, she had watched so many science videos that even ordinary people would have difficulty lifting over 100 pounds, and even firefighters would need two people to lift over 150 pounds.

With his current build, he weighs at least 180 pounds. How much strength could he possibly have? There's absolutely no way he could carry her to bed!