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

"Yes, the Zhang Residence is just on the east side of the main street up ahead," the old man said, pointing eastward to Feng Xuxu.


Feng Xuxu lifted her cup and, with a raise of her hand, said, "To the elder gentleman," and then took a small sip herself.


"Please," the elder took a gulp with a lift of his hand.


The four of them ate and chatted, and when they were about halfway through their meal, they heard someone settle their bill behind them.


"Sir, your total expense is thirteen taels and two hundred and ten wen," the waiter said with a broad smile. 


Zhang Junyi felt for his money pouch around his waist, but it was gone. He checked his sleeves for silver; nothing there either. He searched himself head to toe, but no luck, his face turning beet red in panic as he awkwardly said to the waiter, "Young man, my silver was stolen on my way here. Can I have my servant bring it this afternoon?"


Chapter 153: The Origin of Zhangzhou Prefecture (2)