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

The stream is not wide, but it is swift.

Lin Xiuer followed the shore downstream and found a rocky beach.

Several large, dark green rocks protrude from the water, resembling a natural bridge.

She tested the first stone, which was fairly stable. She stepped on it with her left foot first, followed slowly by her injured foot. A sharp pain shot through her, and she pursed her lips, leaned forward, and steadied herself.

The water gurgled beneath her feet, the splashing droplets icy cold. Only after stepping onto the other side did she realize her palms were sweating with nervousness.

The honeysuckle was more lush than she had imagined, climbing up the entire rock face.

A crisp, slightly bitter floral fragrance wafted from her fingertips as she carefully plucked tender shoots with plump buds, trying not to damage the roots of the vines.

Just as she was focused on the flower bud at her fingertips, "Plop—!"

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted from the bushes overhead!

A grayish-brown pheasant darted out in alarm, its wings flapping against the leaves, and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

Lin Xiuer was so startled that she took a half step back, her heart pounding like a drum. Once she calmed down, she looked at the spot where the pheasant had taken flight.

At the base of the shrub, nestled in a soft, withered leaf, lay five grayish eggs with brown spots!

Wild eggs!

Her eyes lit up instantly. Without the slightest hesitation, she stepped forward, carefully wrapped the five still-warm eggs in soft grass leaves, and placed them securely in the corner of the basket.

Xiao Bao needs nutrition, and these five wild eggs should make him happy for a long time.

As the sun rose higher, the mist in the forest dissipated, leaving dappled light and shadow.

The basket was now heavy. Lin Xiuer wasn't greedy; she determined the direction and began her return journey.

As she passed an old pine tree, she paused. Several brownish-red fungi with thick caps stood quietly at the base of the tree.

Matsutake mushrooms!? These are a rare treat this season.

To avoid the whole family getting sick from eating unknown mushrooms, Lin Xiuer carefully examined them and only bent down to gently pick them after confirming that they were genuine.

Looks like I'll get a real bowl of delicious soup tonight.

A clump of tender shepherd's purse squeezed into a crack in the rocks, blooming with tiny white flowers.

The purslane creeps along the ground, its purplish-red stems and thick, small leaves glistening in the sunlight.

She also found a fern, its curled shoots resembling a baby's clenched fist.

This is a great product. It's extremely delicious whether blanched and served cold, or dried and used in stews. It can also be sold when dried.

The bamboo basket gradually filled up.

Lin Xiuer saw several wild ginger plants by the roadside and dug up two thick rhizomes to take home.

Wild ginger has a rich flavor and is excellent for seasoning.

Now that her basket was truly full, she was finally satisfied and reluctantly descended the mountain.

Looking down from the mountain, Qingshan Village below appears as a gentle place carefully nurtured by green hills and clear waters.

To the north and west, there are two winding, green barriers, with clouds and mist often lingering around the mountainside, like a hazy veil draped over the mountain.

A clear stream flows gently from the depths of the mountain valley, meandering through the village and dividing dozens of households with blue tiles and yellow mud walls on both banks.

South of the village, the terrain gradually opens up, and vast expanses of rice paddies stretch out freely. It is the season when the greenery is at its most lush, and the rice sway gently in the wind.

Lin Xiuer's three thatched huts quietly stand in the northwest corner of the village, closest to the mountain. Pushing open the door, one can take in the tranquil scene of mountains and water, lush greenery.

Her body, weighing over 200 pounds, was a real burden; she had to stop and catch her breath every now and then.

"I have to lose weight...I must lose weight..." Lin Xiuer leaned against a crooked tree by the roadside and made a silent vow in her heart.

As she wiped the sweat from her forehead, her eyes caught sight of a patch of wild onions growing on the slope not far away.

Wild onions have a stronger and more fragrant flavor than cultivated onions. She dug them up by the roots, shook off the dirt, and bundled them up to carry in her hand.

This trip was definitely worthwhile. Just as Lin Xiuer was happily setting off to go home, she saw a patch of wild mint growing exceptionally well on a sunny, gentle slope.

This stuff is so useful! Whether dried and used for tea or as a seasoning, it's excellent. It's just that she has nowhere to put it right now.

I decided to hurry home, drop off my things, and come back again.

But after walking a few steps, they saw a clump of low shrubs with bright red berries hanging on them.

Some of the ripe ones had already been pecked by birds, but there were still quite a few left.

Lin Xiuer picked one and tasted it. The sweet and sour juice burst in her mouth, carrying the unique fragrance of wild fruit.

She was delighted. Carefully avoiding the thorns, she wove a large bag from the leaves and filled it to the brim, placing it on top of her basket.

They could dig forever, there was no end to it. Before going up the mountain, Lin Xiuer was worried that she would return empty-handed, but she never expected that she would not be able to return.

The basket was completely full, weighing heavily on her shoulders, but she felt much more relaxed.

The mountain is so rich in resources that she has already gained a great deal from exploring only a small part of it.

When she returned to the village entrance, the sun was already setting. Several women were stunned when they saw her.

"Hey, isn't that Fatty Lin?"

"Why did she go up the mountain? And why is she carrying such a big basket on her back..."

"Could it be that he went gambling again, lost everything, and then went to the mountains to commit suicide?"

Whispers drifted over, filled with undisguised mockery and curiosity.

Lin Xiuer pretended not to hear and walked past them without looking at them.

A sharp-eyed woman noticed: "Hey? She picked ferns and raspberries?"

"Really... this lazy woman has changed her ways?"

You can't blame these women for being gossipy.

The original owner of this body used to have a fiery personality. She would fight with children, block doors and yell at women, and did all sorts of shameful and offensive things.

It's natural that people don't like her.

Lin Xiuer ignored them and walked straight home. Her reputation was already ruined, so she figured she might as well let them say what they wanted.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Wang was sitting on the threshold twisting hemp rope, while Xiao Bao squatted beside her playing with ants.

Seeing her return, Madam Wang quickly stood up: "Xiuer! You're finally back! Your mother was so worried..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the full basket of harvest on her daughter's back, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Did you collect all of these?"

Lin Xiuer nodded smugly, put down the basket, and rubbed her shoulders, which were sore from the tight straps. "Hmm. There's really a lot of stuff in the mountains. There's still quite a bit left, but I really don't have anywhere to put it."

Xiao Bao also came over, his dark eyes fixed on the bright red fruits in the basket, his little mouth unconsciously pursing.

Lin Xiuer was completely charmed by his adorable appearance, so she picked one up and handed it to him: "Try it, it's sweet."

Xiao Bao looked at her timidly, then at Wang Shi. After receiving a nod from his grandmother, he reached out his little hand, carefully took the food, and put it in his mouth.

The sweet and sour taste melted on the tip of the tongue, and the little guy's eyes lit up immediately.

"Sweet..." he whispered, then stole another glance at Lin Xiuer.

Lin Xiuer smiled and put a bag of fruit in his hand. "Go and eat. There are more on the mountain. Next time, Mom will pick more for you."

She took the items out of the basket one by one and spread them out on the relatively flat stone slab in the yard.

The bracken fern was tender and fresh, and the wild onions carried the fragrance of the soil, instantly filling the small courtyard with the vitality of the mountains and fields.

Looking at the pile of things, Wang's eyes reddened again: "Good...so good...Xiuer."