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

"Right, gold," you love herbs so much, so you might as well plant all the herbs in the space and see what happens when you plant ordinary herbs at Hanshan," she mused to herself.


"I'm going out now. I've been really busy lately, so I left Xiaobai in charge of all the food and vegetables in the space." She patted Tiger Head and disappeared from the space in a flash before Xiaobai could protest.


Early the next day, after washing up, she had the rare chance to see her elder brother in the dining room: "Big brother, you didn't go to the fields today? That's rare!"


She picked up a bowl of porridge, sipping gently with a spoon. As soon as the elder brother heard his little sister's sarcastic comment, he frowned, "Little sister, you know I didn't go to the fields, yet you still say it on purpose."


Chapter 101 Preparing to Build a Greenhouse (4)