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

"Uncle Tiemu, I need to speak with you," Feng Xuxu said to the village chief, her expression serious as she sat in the chair.


"Xuxu, did you find the person who poisoned the crops?" Seeing Feng Xuxu's icy gaze that was no longer gentle as before, the village chief put down his smoking pipe and asked tentatively.


"Not exactly, but I've found a way to save the rice seedlings and I want the village chief to oversee it," she replied.


"What? Really! That's fantastic," the village chief said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go right now." He grabbed Feng Xuxu, who was still seated, and headed towards the door.


The bell at the entrance of the ancestral hall rang out, and after the time it took to burn one stick of incense, all the villagers had gathered at the entrance of the hall. Everyone was craning their necks in anticipation, waiting to hear the good news from the village chief.


Chapter 58: Peeling the Cocoon Fifty-Four Times