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

"ah--!"

Lin Xiuer screamed, almost scared the soul out of her body!

In this remote, desolate mountain forest, her ankle was suddenly grabbed, and in an instant, all sorts of strange tales, night owls, tigers, old cats, monkeys, ghost movies, and zombie movies exploded in her mind!

She was so frightened that her hair stood on end, and her instinct was to shake off that hand.

But the hand gripped her tightly, and she had an injury on her ankle.

In that struggle, she slipped on a fallen leaf, her legs went weak, and she lost her balance. Pulled along by the force, she rolled down the steep slope like a ball!

A dizzying sensation swept over her as withered branches, pebbles, and grass brushed against her cheeks. Lin Xiuer could only instinctively protect her head, her mind filled with only one thought: It's over, it's over, I'm going to die in this desolate wilderness after only two days here.

"Bang!"

My back hit something soft, and my fall finally stopped.

Lin Xiuer lay there, her mind buzzing, and it took her a long time to come to her senses.

No...no injuries?

and many more……

Why does it feel so soft beneath me? A chill ran down her spine, and her scalp tingled. An even more terrifying thought than before surged into her mind.

Could it be... that you stepped on the "thing" that grabbed her foot earlier?

Good heavens! Is it a ghost? Or... a dead person?

Wait a minute! Ghosts don't seem to have a physical form, so...

Lin Xiuer didn't dare to turn around. Trembling, she crawled away from the "cushion" using both hands and feet, shrinking under the tree roots to the side. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She curled up in a ball, leaning against the cold tree trunk, her hands trembling as she prayed to every god and Buddha she could think of.

"Grandpa Hu San and Grandma Hu San... Queen Mother of the West, Guanyin Bodhisattva... Great Sage Equal to Heaven... Grandpa Zhong Kui... Please bless me... Don't be surprised if anything seems strange... I'm just a wild vegetable gatherer..."

Lin Xiuer's voice trembled so badly that she mumbled for a long time before finally mustering all her courage and slowly turning her head to look behind her.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the trees, illuminating the spot where she had just rolled down.

Sure enough, there was a person lying there.

He was a man dressed in dark, close-fitting clothes, covered in blood.

Lin Xiuer patted her chest and thanked God; thankfully, it wasn't some ancient zombie with a blue face and fangs, dressed in official robes.

She huddled behind the tree roots, her eyes fixed on the man.

The person lay motionless in the pile of fallen leaves, the hand that had grabbed her ankle hanging limply at her side.

His clothes were soaked in blood, dried to a dark brown. His face, hands, and body were covered in wounds, some so deep that bone was visible, and the flesh was turned inside out—a horrifying sight.

Lin Xiuer's heart almost stopped beating.

She stared at the person for a full minute, and only after confirming that the other party had no intention of attacking did she tremblingly move over little by little and extend her finger to check the person's breath.

My fingertips touched something icy cold, but there was also a very faint breath, so light that it was almost imperceptible.

He's not completely dead yet.

What should we do? Save her or not?

Judging by his injuries, his attire, and the bloodstains... he's definitely not a good guy! What if he's a notorious bandit or a wanted criminal? Saving him would be considered harboring a fugitive, which could cost you your head!

She squatted there, torn between her inner turmoil and her own inner conflict.

Should we not save him? But... it's a human life, after all.

Countless novel plots from my past life flashed through my mind, especially that wise saying: Don't pick up men on the street, at best you'll end up like Li Chengyin, at worst you'll end up like Fu Shenxing.

Picking up a man is like picking up trouble, big trouble.

Lin Xiuer took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.

Yes, you can't pick it up.

But he just left like that...

Her gaze fell on the man's waist—although his clothes were tattered, the material seemed to be of good quality, and his purse was bulging; could there be silver inside?

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

What she needs most right now is money. If this person has any silver, even just a few coins, it could solve her immediate problem.

Anyway... anyway, it seems like he's not going to make it.

With this in mind, Lin Xiuer became bolder.

She gritted her teeth and reached out, cautiously darting towards the purse at his waist.

As they got closer, her gaze involuntarily fell on the man's face.

Although the man's face was covered in blood and dirt, his strong facial features were still clearly visible.

His nose was straight, his eyebrows were thick and dark, and his eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow under his eyelids. His lips were pale and chapped from blood loss, but thin and well-defined.

The blood on her face didn't frighten her; instead, it gave him a sense of broken beauty.

Stop! Lin Xiuer! What time is it and you're still judging by looks!

She snapped her thoughts back from their escapades, pinched her thigh hard, and the pain brought her back to her senses.

She quickly untied the purse from his waist; it felt heavy in her hand, and there was indeed something inside. Without bothering to examine it closely, she hurriedly stuffed the purse into her bosom.

And that knife, it slipped from my hand when it rolled down and fell not far away.

Lin Xiuer got up, limped over to pick up the knife, hesitated for a moment, and then hugged it to her chest.

This can be exchanged for money, so I absolutely cannot lose it.

After doing all this, she turned and glanced back at the dying man.

In the shadows, he lay in a pool of blood, as still as if he were dead.

Lin Xiuer struggled internally.

Are we really going to just stand by and watch someone die?

We can save him, but what if he turns out to be a problem? What if his enemies come knocking? What if he wakes up and repays our kindness with enmity?

She thought about the mess she was in now—a mountain of debt, an elderly mother and young children, and barely able to take care of herself.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... I can barely take care of myself, I really can't help you..."

Lin Xiuer muttered to herself, unsure whether she was speaking to the man or trying to convince herself.

Finally, she turned her head away with a heavy heart, hurriedly climbed up the steep slope, picked up her basket, and went down the mountain without looking back.

She walked briskly until she saw the familiar old locust tree at the village entrance, at which point her wildly beating heart calmed down a little. She slowed her pace, tidied her disheveled hair and clothes, and tried to make her expression look normal.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Wang was sitting on a small stool picking out the medicinal herbs that had been dried yesterday, while Xiao Bao was obediently squatting beside her playing with pebbles.

"Xiuer's back?" Madam Wang looked up, her face full of anticipation. "How was the harvest today?"

Lin Xiuer put down the heavy basket on her back and forced a smile: "It's alright. I dug up some mint, wood ear fungus, honeysuckle, and wild ginger."

She absentmindedly took out the mountain produce one by one, her movements somewhat stiff. The man's blood-stained face and weak breathing kept flashing before her eyes.

Wang noticed that something was wrong with her expression: "Xiuer, why is your face so pale? Are you tired? Or are your feet hurting again?"

"No...it's nothing, I'm just a little tired." Lin Xiuer avoided her mother's probing gaze and shoveled a few mouthfuls of the wild vegetable porridge that Wang had heated up.

"Mom, I'm going to go inside and lie down for a while."

She practically fled into the house. The room was quiet once the door was closed, but her mind was in turmoil.

She scratched her head in frustration. How could she possibly care about other people's lives when she was already living like this?

In a daze, she collapsed onto the hard bed and actually fell asleep.