Cherry Blossoms Falling

The village girl who was close to death from illness was about to marry, and her suitor was a strong and hearty hunter.
Having time-traveled to a poor and backward mountain village, she had resigned herself to the lack of three square meals a day, but was her new body already halfway into the grave? What's more curious was that someone still wanted to marry her despite being on her deathbed?
Driven by curiosity, she went ahead with the marriage, eager to see who the unlucky sap was who'd lose his betrothal gifts and even the coffin money.
Cradled in his arms, her body was thin as a rake, and she really wanted to ask him, "Husband, does holding me hurt your hands?"

The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

I don't know what's up, but Gu Youyou felt a lot more irritable these past couple of days—it seemed like nothing was right, and she constantly felt like there was a suffocating anger inside her, ready to explode.


Especially when she looked at these two shameless men.


Sitting at home, waiting to be fed without working? Was she the typical capitalist that exploited the working people, a person who harbored grudges? Clearly, she wasn't.


During the day, Yuancheng mistook one herb for another, and Gu Youyou scolded him. Thinking about it now, she might have been too harsh—after all, Yuancheng was just a ten-year-old child.


It was wrong to employ child labor in the first place, so how could she scold him as if he were an adult who'd done something wrong?


Therefore, while it was still not too late in the evening, she took out the lotus roots she had brought home a few days ago, intending to make sweet osmanthus sugar lotus roots for Yuancheng.


Chapter 211: Two Taoists