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

"How can you say such a thing? The bond between cousins is unbreakable, connected by blood and tendon, so staying at your place is only right and proper."


"Haha, well then, I apologize, but you see, I have no cousins, so where would the tendons come from?"


"What's the matter with you, girl? I'm giving you face by coming here, don't be ungrateful." Feng Dongzhi twisted her face in displeasure, glaring at Feng Xuxu.


"Whether it's right or not, I don't know, but my house is not convenient at the moment and has no room to spare. You should go stay at an inn in town."


"You, hmph, forget it, as an aunt, I won't stoop to arguing with you. Since there is nowhere else to stay, I suppose I'll reluctantly squeeze into the same courtyard as you, even if it's a tight fit," she said, waving her handkerchief as if she had caught wind of something foul.


"...My courtyard is full, no space left, oh. Right, there should be just enough space in the pigsty."


Chapter 117 A Night of Terror (2)