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

When the news reached the desolate garden in the west of the town, Jia Heiyu was so angry that he almost smashed the porcelain bowl he was drinking from.

"What?! The complaint is lost?! The court can't hold a hearing?!"

His head injury hadn't healed yet, and it throbbed with pain whenever he got angry. "What did that old dog Mei Liangxin say?"

Monkey Three returned with a bitter face: "Master Mei said that Wu Lizheng thinks our 'sincerity' is not enough and wants us to 'think about it' again..."

"Damn it! That son of a bitch Wu Shih-ren, insatiable greed!"

Jia Heiyu cursed loudly, "Where the hell am I supposed to get money?! I still owe Jishetang for the medicine!"

He's right.

The Black Fish Gang members make a living by collecting protection money and petty theft; they don't have any legitimate business.

These guys were lazy and loved to gamble and visit brothels, so it was impossible for them to save any money.

This time, Ping An gave him a severe beating, and he already owed the pharmacy several taels of silver for medical expenses alone.

Although the old doctor at Jishetang treated their injuries out of a doctor's compassion, the medicines in the pharmacy were not obtained by chance.

After several unsuccessful attempts to collect payment for the medicine, they simply stopped giving them the medicine and refused to extend credit any further.

Ma Liu, who was the most seriously injured, had a leg wound that was red, swollen and ulcerated because he couldn't get his dressing changed in time due to lack of money, and he also developed a high fever.

Lying in bed, half-asleep, he occasionally let out painful groans. The dilapidated house was filled with the stench of rotting wounds and an atmosphere of despair.

"Boss... Sixth Brother..." Dog Five, whose nose had collapsed and whose head was still wrapped in a rice dumpling, spoke in a muffled voice, his voice trembling with sobs.

Looking at his brothers, who were lying haphazardly and covered in wounds, and then at Ma Liu, who was unconscious, and Lai Qi, who was in so much back pain that he couldn't get up, Jia Heiyu felt a surge of desperate violence and frustration.

Forget about increasing their tribute to Wu Shih-jen; they can't even afford to eat now.

Even if he wanted to go to Caishikou to collect protection money now, I'm afraid no one would pay him any attention.

Who knows, those vendors who were bullied by them in the past might gang up on him and beat him up again.

But the petition is in someone else's hands. If they don't give enough benefits, they can't go to court. What can they do now?

Are we just going to let it go like this? Just let that pretty boy beat us up for nothing?

He slammed his fist into the peeling paint on the pillar, veins bulging on his forehead, and let out a low growl of resentment.

"It's all that fat slut's and her bastard husband's fault! We can't just let this go!"

"Lin Da Pang! You just wait! Once I'm healed, I'll make you all pay! I'll make you all wish you were dead!"

The harsh words echoed in the empty, dilapidated house, yet they revealed a weakness beneath the surface of their fierce demeanor.

Even he himself knew that, given the current situation, let alone revenge, it was hard to say whether he could even survive this crisis.

Jia Heiyu was furiously pounding on a pillar at home, and it was still unknown whether he could give Lin Xiuer a "good time".

But Lin Xiuer, on the other side of the market, had no intention of sitting idly by and waiting for these thugs to recover and come back.

The phrase "passively taking a beating" does not exist in Lin Xiuer's dictionary.

After selling the last pancake, Lin Xiuer and Ping An didn't return to Qingshan Village. Instead, they went directly to Hu Yidao's courtyard.

Liu Sanzhen was already at home, and several costumes that were beginning to take shape were laid out on the table.

The tall hats of the Black and White Impermanence were almost finished, and the robe of the King of Hell was roughly cut out. Seeing them enter, Liu Sanzhen looked up and greeted them with a smile.

Before long, Chen Mingxuan arrived, followed by another person.

"Xiuer, look, this is Ruyan from Wanfu Teahouse!"

Chen Mingxuan stepped aside to introduce her, his tone filled with undisguised pride, as if inviting this beauty was a great achievement for him.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the person behind him.

She was a woman dressed in an elegant moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a slender and graceful figure, and black hair as black as clouds, loosely tied up with only a simple jade hairpin.

Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and beautiful, her skin was as white as snow, her lips were naturally red, and her eyes were clear and bright, yet seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist that made it difficult to see clearly.

She exudes a gentle and graceful charm reminiscent of the water towns of Jiangnan, like a quietly blooming orchid in a secluded valley, completely out of place in this simple and messy courtyard.

With just one glance, Lin Xiuer's heart skipped a beat.

Her appearance, her temperament, and the "girl Ruyan" that Chen Mingxuan mentioned.

A name suddenly exploded in her mind—Liu Ruyan!

In her era of information overload, the name Liu Ruyan was a resounding legend!

Numerous related memes have emerged, such as "If Heaven hadn't given birth to Liu Ruyan, the world of scumbags would have been plunged into eternal darkness," and "Emperor Ruyan"...

Although most of the jokes are playful and teasing, the name often represents extreme beauty, a complicated background, and a bumpy life.

And extraordinary cunning and methods.

As the group sized up Liu Ruyan, her gaze naturally swept across their faces in the courtyard.

Her eyes held just the right amount of curiosity and a hint of nervousness, as if she were participating in such a conspiracy for the first time.

However, when her gaze swept over the tall, composed man standing beside Lin Xiuer, the pupils involuntarily contracted slightly in the depths of his calm, autumn-water-like eyes.

It was as if a tiny pebble had been thrown into a calm lake, creating an extremely subtle ripple.

However, the shock was fleeting, so fast that it was almost an illusion.

She quickly lowered her eyes, and when she looked up again, she had regained her usual gentle and composed demeanor.

It was as if the strange feeling just now was merely a natural human reaction to being briefly amazed by the man's outstanding appearance.

The strong sense of déjà vu left Lin Xiuer momentarily stunned, and she almost instinctively blurted out, "What is your surname, young lady? Is it Liu?"

As soon as she said it, she realized it was inappropriate.

Sure enough, Chen Mingxuan stared at her for a few seconds without saying a word, then his face showed a hint of hurt and confusion, and his tone became sour.

"Xiuer, what's wrong? Isn't Miss Ruyan's surname Liu? You didn't really kowtow so hard that you forgot all about her, did you?"

He felt increasingly aggrieved as he spoke: "But you remember Old Hu, you remember Brother Liu, how come you forgot about me?"

Lin Xiuer was taken aback by his sudden "accusation." His gaze made it seem as if Lin Xiuer was a heartless, treacherous woman who had deliberately forgotten her old acquaintance.

But she really doesn't remember! The original owner's memories of Chen Mingxuan were already vague, let alone this girl Liu Ruyan!

Lin Xiuer felt a little embarrassed, and the strange feeling she had when she first met Liu Ruyan was somewhat lessened.

She stole a glance at Ping An's tense expression, then quickly tried to smooth things over, deliberately adding a touch of helplessness and self-deprecation to her tone: "So what if he has amnesia?"

"It's only natural for people to experience memory loss after hitting their head. If you don't believe me, Young Master Chen, why don't you find a hard surface and hit your head on it yourself?"

"If you haven't lost your memory, then you definitely didn't knock on the wall hard enough!"