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

"Xuan Yue, it looks like we won't make it to the next town before the rain comes," Tian Yi said, sitting on the coach-box of the carriage, a worried expression on his face.


Xuan Yue vigorously whipped the horses and, glancing up at the already low clouds in the distance, nodded in agreement, "Yeah, there's neither village ahead nor a place to stay behind. Nowhere to seek shelter."


"Why look for a place to stay? Look at that forest; the trees are so thick they could serve as your bed."


"Hmmph, I'll leave that pleasure to you," Xuan Yue shot a glare at Tian Yi, who was being cheeky, and continued driving the carriage.


As they spoke, a fierce wind had risen, swirling the dust and debris from the ground. Inside the carriage, they could already hear the howling whist of the wind outside.


Chapter 579: Beating Drums and Gongs to Send off the Second Watch on the Bridal Sedan (4)