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

"Damn! What happened?" Lin Xiuer gasped for breath, leaning against the edge of the bed.

At the same time, the cool, penetrating sensation on her fingertips disappeared. No matter how hard she concentrated, her fingertips remained dry, and she couldn't squeeze out a single drop of moisture.

Right! I remember now, it must be that this cheat ability has limitations.

Given her current condition, she can't produce much. Those ten or so drops just now were probably her limit for the day.

That's right, that's what a cheat code is all about. If there were no restrictions, it would be like having a cheat code, and life would be boring.

She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving.

The moonlight shone through the hole in the window, cool and clear, and shone directly on her left hand.

Lin Xiuer raised her hand and stared at that index finger for a long time.

Then, slowly place your hand on your heart.

The warmth was still slowly flowing through my body, my ankles weren't hurting as much anymore, my stomach, which had been growling with hunger, was finally calming down, and even my previously drowsy mind was clearing up a bit.

In the midst of despair, a glimmer of light finally appeared.

Although it's not the kind of magical power in storybooks that can create all things with a wave of the hand, it's just a trickle of sweet spring water seeping from the fingertips, only about ten drops a day.

But for her at this moment, it was incredibly precious.

She carefully brought her fingers to her lips and gently touched them.

"Thank you," she whispered into the darkness, thanking God for not abandoning her.

The sky outside the window gradually turned white, and the rooster crowed for the first time.

Lin Xiuer hadn't slept all night, but she was full of energy.

She was a little impatient, propped herself up, and slowly moved off the bed. Her ankle still hurt, but she gritted her teeth and managed to stand.

Pushing open the creaking, dilapidated door, the morning mist hadn't yet dissipated, and the courtyard was shrouded in a white haze.

Wang was already up, hunched over, groping around the stove, trying to start a fire to boil some water. Hearing the noise, she turned around and was startled to see her daughter standing in the doorway.

"Xiuer? Why are you up? Your foot is still injured!"

"Mother, I want to go up the mountain today."

"Go up the mountain?" Wang waved her hands anxiously. "No, no! How can you go up the mountain like this? What if you fall?"

"Let's go gather herbs," Lin Xiuer said. "I recognize a few herbs; I can dry them and sell them for money, and I can also dig up some wild vegetables to eat."

This is thanks to the fact that she used to watch a lot of science videos and recognize some simple herbs.

Adding to the fragmented information in the original owner's memories, there were plenty of medicinal herbs in the back mountain, and some villagers also picked them to exchange for copper coins at the town's pharmacy.

"But……"

"Mother," Lin Xiuer looked at the little head peeking out from behind Wang Shi, "we need to eat. We need to pay back the money we owe."

Wang opened her mouth, looked into her daughter's eyes, and finally sighed, "Then... Mother will go with you."

"No need. You stay home and look after Xiaobao." Lin Xiuer looked at Wang Shi's worried face. "Or, could you find me a sturdy stick to use as a walking stick?"

Before Wang could say anything more, Lin Xiuer had already turned and moved back into the house.

She sat back on the edge of the bed, stretched out her left index finger again, and stared at it for a long time.

Then, take a deep breath and concentrate.

a drop.

Two drops.

This time, she dripped the water directly into her rough porcelain bowl. After collecting five drops, her head started to spin again, and she quickly stopped.

A small puddle of clear, glistening water had accumulated at the bottom of the bowl. She picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

A warm current flowed through my body again, the pain in my ankle lessened a bit, and I felt more relaxed.

She put down the bowl, propped herself up on the edge of the bed, tore a strip of cloth from her tattered clothes, and wrapped it around her injured ankle.

It can walk.

Although he's still limping, he's much better than yesterday.

In the courtyard, Wang had already found a thick tree branch and wrapped the handle with rags. Little Bao hid behind the door, his dark eyes watching her, his little hands gripping the door frame tightly.

Lin Xiuer took the cane, tried it out, and found it quite easy to use.

"Don't worry, I'll be back before noon." She smiled.

"Xiuer..." Madam Wang hesitated, then finally whispered, "Be careful, don't go deep into the mountains."

"Yes, Mother."

Lin Xiuer, leaning on her cane, pushed open the creaking courtyard gate.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and Qingshan Village was shrouded in a hazy veil. The distant mountains appeared and disappeared, their dark blue outlines resembling lurking beasts.

When villagers talk about Qingyun Mountain, they always do so with a sense of awe.

The area at the foot of the mountain is relatively peaceful, with forests and streams. Villagers often come here to cut firewood, pick mushrooms, and dig up common medicinal herbs.

But going deeper in is terrifying. At an altitude of over a hundred feet, there are treacherous places like Wild Boar Ridge and White Wolf Gully, where tigers were said to have roamed in the past. Normally, only hunters dared to venture up here.

The original owner's deceased husband fell from Wild Boar Ridge two years ago while hunting in the mountains.

The highest point of the mountain is a thousand feet high, shrouded in clouds and mist year-round. That sheer cliff, as if carved by a knife and axe, is called Green Dragon Cliff by the old folks, its bottom unfathomable. According to the elders, someone once heard the roar of a dragon at the bottom of the cliff, hence the name.

Lin Xiuer withdrew her gaze. Her goal today was not those dangerous places, but simply to pick some common hemostatic herbs and honeysuckle near the foot of the mountain, dry them, and send them to the town's pharmacy to exchange for a few copper coins.

At the foot of the mountain, the morning mist was like a thin veil, gently shrouding Qingyun Mountain.

Lin Xiuer, leaning on a cane made of tree branches wrapped with strips of cloth, stepped onto the damp mountain path.

The soil was soft, and dew-covered blades of grass brushed against the hem of her coarse cloth trousers, leaving dark watermarks.

The mountain air was crisp and clear, carrying a mixture of the scents of decaying vegetation and sprouting new buds, along with a very faint sweet fragrance of grass and trees.

Her ankle still hurt, but she could bear it. The few drops of spring water in the morning were more effective than she had imagined; the gentle warmth was still flowing through her limbs, and she could clearly feel the warm current slowly repairing her injury.

As far as the eye can see, there are shades of green. Old trees have intertwined roots, ferns grow wildly in the damp shade, and unknown wildflowers peek out from the cracks in the rocks, glistening with dewdrops.

The original owner's memories were unreliable; she had never set foot here before, and her only impression of the mountain was that wild boars could bite people, and her knowledge of its specific natural resources was almost zero.

Fortunately, in her previous life, Lin Xi had learned to recognize many wild vegetables and fruits from her grandmother in the countryside, so her eyes, sharp as a sieve, swept over the messy ground cover.

On a partially shaded slope beside the path, she spotted several familiar clumps of leaves.

The leaves are thick with fine serrations along the edges, and a slender flower stalk emerges from the center, topped with small, pale purple spike-like flowers.

It's plantain, a great anti-inflammatory and diuretic herb that pharmacies buy year-round. It's not expensive, but it's plentiful and easy to harvest.

She crouched down, a move that was a challenge for her now overweight body.

With her injured foot on her side, she was unsteady, and the excess fat on her stomach was also in the way. So she simply knelt down on one knee, took out a sharpened old kitchen knife, and deftly pried it off along the root.

The whole herb, still covered in damp mud, was dug up. The dirt was shaken off, and it was tossed into the broken bamboo basket on the back.

One plant after another. Soon, the bottom of the basket was covered with a layer of green. This was her first harvest of the day; at least she wouldn't go home empty-handed.

After picking the plantain, she stood up, leaning on her cane, and her gaze followed the stream.

On the opposite bank of the stream, amidst a patch of green leaves, there are scattered specks of pale gold and silver.

honeysuckle!

Lin Xiuer's heart skipped a beat. This was much more valuable than plantain.

She quickly leaned on her cane and happily walked towards the stream.