Duo Ji

(The Book's title has been changed from the original Pretty Man's Beloved Farmwife: This Madam is So Hot). Yang Chuxia found herself in a different world, inhabiting the body of a destitute farm girl who had been killed by her step-grandmother. To make matters worse, her step-grandmother even intended to sell her lifeless body. How could she endure such a fate?
Hmph, whether you're a step-grandmother or an uncle, if you're a villain, I'll confront you just the same. Send one, I'll defeat one; send two, I'll conquer both.
Yet, after vanquishing the wrongdoers, she gazed upon her emaciated, poorly dressed parents, siblings, and the struggling, underdeveloped village.
Yang Chuxia seethed with determination, pointing to the sky and declaring, "I shall surely bring prosperity to this place, to the point where you'll fear having flowers bloom in summer when I tell you to have flowers blooming in summer, and where you are too afraid to seek women for me as suitors, when I tell you to find me men!"
A certain man whispered, "Wifey, I'm already a man..."

The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"So, if you take this bun home, you will never have another meat bun to eat. Now, do you still want to take it home?"


Yang Dongxue blinked, "Will I not be able to eat buns anymore?"


"Yes, as long as you stuff the bun into your pouch and take it home, you will never be able to eat meat buns again, and you can only watch as others eat, watch as your Sister Yunyun eats, and as your Brother Qingbao eats. You will be the only one who can't eat."


Yang Dongxue made a face full of grievance, pursed her lips and seemed ready to cry.


Yang Chuxia added, "Crying won't help, you still won't be able to eat."


"Okay then, I won't take it." The little girl spoke up, immediately pulling her lips back into a smile, and put the other bun back on the table. She turned and started drinking her soup instead.


"However, you can still eat the buns at my home, just can't take them away." Yang Chuxia, seeing her drinking soup with a pitiful look, said another sentence.


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