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

"Haha. Everyone arrived so early, and here I am late again," the Shopkeeper from Haozailai Grain Store strode into the courtyard in his bow-legged walk, seeing a yard full of people, he said familiarly.


"Hahaha, not late at all, just in time. Please have a seat. Us country folks don't have tea, so I'm afraid you'll have to slum it with a cup of hot water," Zhang Hui said, rubbing his hands, a little embarrassed.


"Last time, I was the one who delivered your grain. We're so well acquainted; why still call me Shopkeeper? My surname is Feng, styled Yaobang, and I reckon I'm a few years older than you. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Feng," Shopkeeper Feng introduced himself to Zhang Hui.


"Then I've indeed reached quite high, Brother Feng," Zhang Hui went along with the suggestion, mutual humility between them as if they were good brothers.


Chapter 40 You Agreed Because You Had Your Eyes on Our Food