Skin White As Snow

“That’s a jinx and must be rid of. It’s that or you and your family get out of here.” 
Su Xiaolu was transmigrated into this world as a newborn, and the instant she opened her eyes, she was deemed a burden and a jinx by a venomous grandmother-in-law. 
Her father, Su Sanlang, gritted his teeth and said, “Alright then, you can separate us from the family and we’ll leave.” 
For the sake of keeping her alive, they were forced to leave the main family and start a new life elsewhere. They ventured into a new profession, went hunting, and their lives gradually improved. 
Despite being called a jinx, she became the apprentice of a divine physician at the age of three, inherited his legacy, and became known to the world. She treated her brothers’ brain disease and her eldest brother became a profound martial artist while her second brother became a scholar. They all brought glory to their family. 
Now a divine physician herself and well-versed in nutritious recipes, she owned the largest restaurant in the Zhou Dynasty and earned so much money that she couldn’t possibly finish spending them in ten lives. 
Her family grew more prosperous and their horrible relatives showed up, trying to ride their coattails. 
Su Xiaolu smirked. “Close the gates and release the tiger!”

Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Su Chong looked at Chu Jin. He did not refuse and nodded. "Why wouldn't I dare? How do you want to compete, Young Master Chu?"

Chu Jin laughed heartily and said, "Great, let's compete in martial arts, horsemanship, archery, strength and such. We'll learn from each other and not use knives or spears. If there's a war in the future, we might even fight side by side."

Chu Jin didn't look like he was here to cause trouble.

Chu Jin smiled at Qi Xingfeng. "Don't worry, I'm not here to pick a fight. Even in the past, I didn't come here to pick a fight. We're just competing on friendly terms."

"By the way, you don't talk much today. I heard someone say you'd changed. I didn't believe it at first, but now I do. Even though you look like you want to talk and your face is red from holding it in, it's good that you don't. It's good to talk less. That's what my father said."

Competition