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

"No regrets?" Ping An asked again.

"I will never go back on my word!"

As soon as Lin Xiuer finished speaking, before she could fully react, she felt a tightness around her waist as an arm wrapped around her knee.

Then I felt my body suddenly lighten, and my feet instantly left the ground!

"Huh?!"

Lin Xiuer's mind went blank with a "buzz". She was gently picked up by Ping An, who turned around and walked to the bedside, where he gently placed her on the bed.

This is unscientific!

Lin Xiuer sat blankly on the bed, her hand still clutching his clothes, her eyes wide open, staring at the man in front of her who hadn't even lost his breath.

Holy crap! Is the world just too crazy, or is this man just too outrageous?

180 pounds! And he lifted him up as easily as if he were carrying a pillow?!

Little did she know that this person, who was severely injured and had lost a lot of blood, was able to hold on in the mountains until she came to rescue him, and his martial arts skills and physical fitness were far beyond those of ordinary people.

In addition, the spiritual spring water she had been feeding him every day had been subtly nourishing and repairing him, and he had not only recovered from his external injuries, but his strength was also far greater than before.

Let alone 180 pounds, even adding a few dozen pounds wouldn't be difficult for him.

Ping An looked at her stunned expression, a barely suppressed smile playing on his lips. He released her hand, turned around, walked to the table, and blew out the oil lamp.

The room was plunged into darkness instantly, with only the hazy moonlight filtering in through the window, outlining a blurry shape.

Lin Xiuer was still reeling from the shock of his worldview collapsing when he felt a weight on the bedside table and sat back down.

In the darkness, his presence drew near, pushing her down, and one hand groped and touched her collar.

"My lady, you must keep your word."

"I...I..." Lin Xiuer's throat was dry, and her mind was a complete mess.

This happened way too fast! She just wanted an excuse to sleep on the floor! How did she end up getting herself into this mess?

Before she could even process this absurd plot, a warm, soft touch pressed precisely onto her lips.

Lin Xiuer froze, her mind going completely blank.

What should we do next?

She received education on physiology in her past life, but she had zero practical experience!

In the original owner's memory fragments, there were no fragments about matters between men and women, and she had no recollection of how Xiao Bao came to be!

Just as she stood there frozen, at a loss, the pressure on her lips eased slightly, and the warm breath receded a little.

"Inhale."

Lin Xiuer then realized that she had even forgotten to breathe, and her chest ached from holding her breath. She quickly took a deep breath.

In the darkness, she could feel the man's breathing on top of her was also somewhat erratic.

His movements were not skilled and were a bit clumsy, but in the silent darkness, every tiny touch was magnified infinitely.

His warm lips, carrying his unique scent, pressed against mine again, with a mixture of urgency and awkwardness.

Lin Xiuer was extremely nervous, her body stiffened and she dared not move. The man on top of her also seemed to have no experience.

Two complete greenhorns, in the darkness, relying on a vague impulse, stumbled and groped haphazardly, and hastily finished the task.

There was absolutely no skill involved; it was all based on instinct.

The process was far from comfortable; in fact, it was somewhat awkward and embarrassing.

After a period of chaos, Lin Xiuer lay in his arms, quietly letting out a sigh of relief, yet also feeling a bit absurd.

His embrace was broad and warm, and listening to his heart pounding like a drum, she suddenly smiled.

Lin Xiuer is now basically certain that this guy is not married yet, otherwise even the most clumsy novice wouldn't be in this state.

Ping An noticed her smiling and tightened his grip on her arm. "What's wrong? Is my wife dissatisfied with my performance just now?"

His tone carried a hint of youthful defiance and trepidation.

Lin Xiuer was so frightened that she quickly stopped laughing and stopped him from pressing down on her again.

"Satisfied, extremely satisfied, brother, please go to sleep now."

"Let's wait a few days. I'll ask my third brother to make a sturdier new bed. Then you can prove yourself."

Ping An didn't say anything more, but tightened his arms around her and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

In the darkness, the two slept in each other's arms.

Outside the window, the moonlight, like water, quietly spilled into this simple little house that was beginning to feel warm.

The next morning, after getting ready, the two pushed the cart out together. Qingshan Village was quiet in the morning light, with only a few scattered sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking.

Today is the five-day market day in Taohua Town, and the market area is much busier than usual.

On ordinary days, it's just a few vendors selling vegetables and daily necessities, and the customers are mostly villagers and women from the surrounding area.

Today is the livestock market, where you can find everything from cloth and farm tools to mountain produce, snacks, and acrobatic performances. Farmers, peddlers, and merchants from the surrounding villages and towns have all come.

As soon as Lin Xiuer and Ping An pushed their cart into the market, they saw that their stall was already surrounded by a crowd, several times more lively than when they opened yesterday.

Lin Xiuer took a closer look and noticed a particularly eye-catching figure in the crowd—Zhang Mazi.

And then there's his number one lackey—the slanted-eyed Liu.

When Lin Xiuer saw Zhang Mazi, her heart skipped a beat. Why was this debt collector here?

In the original owner's memories, this person was the most enthusiastic one in the gambling den to encourage customers to place bets. He was all talk and no action, and could say that he had just lost a few rounds because "his luck was just bad. He will definitely make up for it next time."

Once you've really lost everything, he turns on you faster than flipping through a book. The original owner of this body was often pushed and shoved out of the gambling den by him.

Not to mention, on the day she first transmigrated, it was he who led people to her door to seize Xiaobao as payment for their debt.

But the month-long deadline hasn't passed yet! Didn't Zhao Tianba promise to give us a break? What's he doing here today? Causing trouble? Debt collection?

Lin Xiuer muttered to herself, but dared not be negligent on the surface. She quickly parked the car, lit a fire and set up a griddle, while forcing a smile and greeting everyone.

"Hey freckled guy, so early? Haven't had breakfast yet? When the pancakes are ready, I'll let you try them first!"

Zhang Mazi originally wanted to refuse the food, but Master Zhao instructed him to check on Lin Dapang's business to make sure he could pay back the money.

While we're at it, let's also see what kind of person that supposedly skilled pretty boy who gave the Black Fish Gang a hard time really is.

He had heard a lot of stories about Lin Da Pang at the gambling den these past two days, especially yesterday when he heard that her pretty-boy husband had easily beaten a few thugs from the Black Fish Gang until they were crying for their parents.

Last night, he even made a special trip to "visit" that dilapidated garden in the west of the town.

Tsk, look at the miserable state of those with broken legs and missing teeth. Some of them will probably be disfigured, and another one is lying in bed groaning, unable to get up.

He couldn't help but feel a bit more wary of Ping An, and originally planned to leave after taking a look around today.

The words were barely out of her mouth when the griddle was already hot. Lin Xiuer skillfully brushed a thin layer of lard on it and then laid out the marinated meat slices.

A "sizzle" sound.

The aroma of meat, the smoky scent of oil, and some other indescribable yet irresistible complex fragrance, along with the sudden rise of white smoke, forcefully penetrated Zhang Mazi's nostrils and shot straight to the top of his head!