Yilan

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father.
Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?”
Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed.
In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

Unlimited estates for rural beauty

Feng Youcai's face turned beet red as he panted, "That's exactly what I mean. Since Feng Xi and Feng Xuxu have asked to leave the clan on their own, they are no longer members of the Feng Family, and thus they cannot take Feng Family's silver."


"Alright, then have Feng Xi and Feng Xuxu present the origins of their silver. If it's left by Dahong, then return it to you. If not, Uncle Youcai, let's put an end to this matter. How can Uncle Youcai object?" The village chief spoke emphatically. It seemed like a question, but it was, in fact, pressuring Feng Youcai to agree.


Feng Youcai glanced at his two sons, then turned his head to look at Feng Xi, pondering whether Feng Xi could produce evidence and also wondering whether Dahong could possibly have had that much silver.


"Dad, it's your turn to speak," Santian, seeing his father remain silent, urged anxiously, fixated on the idea that silver in his dad's hands was as good as in his own.


Chapter 33: Feng Youcai Is Dumbfounded