A woman in her 70s marries a rough-looking man; her plump wife is too delicate and alluring.

Liu Aiyun opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word for a moment.

She wanted money, but she didn't want to sever ties with her family.

If the villagers knew, they would gossip about it behind my back.

"Okay," Liu Aiyun agreed through gritted teeth.

He Zhaodi turned around and groped his way into the house.

Liu Aiyun went into the house to find He Xidi in a fit of anger, and immediately pinched her arm, "You brat, why do you have to target her? She doesn't even want to get married."

He Xidi was initially feeling wronged, but her eyes immediately lit up when she heard that her mother didn't want to get married. "Mother, she doesn't want to, but I do!"

Liu Aiyun pinched her arm hard again, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He Xidi's temper flared up, and tears streamed down her face.

She couldn't understand why He Zhaodi, who was clearly inferior to her in every way, would have such a good marriage.

"You are partial to He Zhaodian, she is not worthy of Sheng Yuze at all!"

"Shut up!" Liu Aiyun was furious at He Xi's attitude. "I've heard that his family committed a serious crime; they're lucky they weren't shot. Look around the village, who dares to associate with them?"

He Xi hesitated for a moment, then thought of Sheng Yuze's face, "But..."

"No buts," Liu Aiyun interrupted He Xidi. "Stay away from Sheng Yuze from now on. I saw some nice young men in the countryside the other day. I'll find you a few good ones. Aren't they better than those who have committed misconduct?"

"Mother, what are you saying?" He Xidi blushed, her tone still defiant, "Why is He Zhaodi allowed to marry?"

Liu Aiyun sighed, "The old lady of the Sheng family is dying. In her desperation, she went to a fortune teller who said she could bring good luck."

"Look who dares to marry him? I don't think that good-for-nothing can get married anyway, so we might as well take this opportunity to make some money."

"If you ask me, they're really courting death. They still dare to engage in feudal superstition. They'll learn their lesson if they get shot."

"He Xidi, stay away from him, or you won't even know how you died in the end."

Once back in the house, He Zhaodi paid no attention to their elaborate scheme.

She fumbled and pulled the latch.

She just discovered that her own space also exists.

She dragged her bulky body and creaked onto the bed, her consciousness drifting into her sea of ​​consciousness.

Upon entering the sea of ​​consciousness, one is immediately greeted by the aroma of medicine.

She breathed a sigh of relief and realized that she could see things in the space.

He Zhaodi's lips curled up.

She began to take stock of her belongings.

Damn it! How come only this little bit was left?

I have a whole bunch of cheap dandelions and plantains that I like to eat.

She left behind only a few of the chewing sticks from the Polygonum multiflorum plant.

She touched them a few more times and finally pulled out more than a dozen wild ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms.

Who knew I'd transmigrate here, only to find all my belongings destroyed, leaving me with nothing but this.

She tearfully took out a wild ginseng root that was over twenty years old from her sea of ​​consciousness.

She already had a plan for how to make money from the ginseng.

She couldn't bear to sell anything over a hundred years old.

That was He Zhaoyang's personal money.

But those from twenty or thirty years ago are different. She still has several of these from that year, and she won't feel bad selling them.

As soon as she emerged from her sea of ​​consciousness, her vision immediately blurred.

He Zhaodi angrily took out a century-old wild ginseng and ate it, "I wonder if this can cure my eyes."

As she finished speaking, a wave of sadness washed over her. She remembered that in this novel, after He Zhaodi married into the Sheng family, she bullied the old lady of the Sheng family and Sheng Yuze's brother and sister-in-law, causing the old lady's death, and finally being shot.

She shook her head in fear. Human weapons were incredibly powerful, and she didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the original owner of this body.

"You brat, hurry up and come out and start the fire to heat up the food."

Liu Aiyun pounded on the door, "You actually dare to bolt the door? Do you believe your dad will tear it down when he gets back?"

He Zhaodi quickly chewed and swallowed the ginseng in her mouth. She was now just a human without any magic, so she had to play it safe.

She opened the door, and Liu Aiyun's cursing came crashing down on her.

He Zhao ignored her and groped his way toward the kitchen.

She suddenly felt a heat in her dantian. She sensed that her demonic power had recovered a little bit, albeit a very slight one.

But this also made her happy. Now that she could cultivate, her eyes would surely be cured too.

Besides, it's the 70s now, she can't let anyone find out she's a rabbit demon.

Otherwise, you'll be doomed. The most urgent thing is to get out of here as soon as possible.

The stove in the kitchen was burning hot, and He Zhao was covered in sweat, which he couldn't even wipe away.

Too fat.

Liu Aiyun was still cursing behind him. As the voices drew closer, Liu Aiyun slapped He Zhaodi.

"You brat, why did you make such a big fire? Go gather the firewood if you run out!"

He Zhaodi received a solid slap.

Liu Aiyun was still cursing and swearing when He Zhaoyang made a hand seal with one hand as he watched her leave.

"Ouch."

Liu Aiyun fell, landing face-first on the ground.

She got up, dusted herself off, stomped her feet, cursed, and went to Yaozu's room.

He Zhao smiled, but her lips turned white.

My demonic power has just recovered, and it's still a bit strained.

He Zhaodi's thoughts were divergent.

After eating a wild ginseng, my magical power recovered slightly. Should I eat more?

He Zhaodi was just about to give it a try when a chubby little boy rushed over, with Liu Aiyun carefully protecting him from behind.

"Mom, where are the eggs?"

While looking at He Zhaodi, Liu Aiyun took two eggs from the corner of the kitchen and handed them to He Yaozu, saying, "Here they are."

He Yaozu: "I don't want to eat eggs tomorrow."

Liu Aiyun peeled the egg and fed it to him, "Okay, okay, tomorrow we'll cook big chicken legs for Yaozu."

"Hmph." He Yaozu ate his egg and looked at He Zhao with a smug expression. "Fatty, want some? I won't give you any."

He Zhaodi ignored him.

Liu Aiyun scolded, "What are you going to feed her? Just give her some bran. Hurry up and heat up the food. After it's done, go get some bran for yourself. Don't forget to get some for the pig too."

He Zhao listened to Liu Aiyun's words in silence, seemingly lost in thought. In the original owner's memories, his family ate meat, corn buns, and occasionally white flour buns, but he himself had always been eating bran.

Now that she's here, she definitely can't be fed chaff.

He Weiye returned, grumbling, "Is the food ready yet? I'm starving! Hurry up and eat!"

"Okay, sure," Liu Aiyun replied.

He Zhaodi lifted the pot lid, and steam rushed out. Although she couldn't see clearly, she still knew how to serve the thick soup.

The spoon sank to the bottom, and I slowly scooped it up, putting all the thick stuff into my bowl.

The rest of the time, they started serving them rice, each bowl of which was thinner than the last, and they even mixed in some bran.

He Weiye stared at the chaff on the table, slammed his fist on it angrily, and shouted, "I've worked myself to the bone to feed you all, and this is what I get to eat? Isn't this pig food?"

Just as Liu Aiyun was about to explain, He Zhaodi sat down with his bowl in his hand.

He Zhao looked at the bowl and saw that it was full of rice.

Everyone stared intently at her, but she ate as if nothing was wrong.

He Zhaodi ate bite by bite as if nothing had happened.

Enraged, He Weiye flipped the table over. "What are you eating? Don't you know what you're eating? You're as fat as a pig, and you still have the nerve to eat?"