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Title: A New Dawn in Bamboo Village

Xiao Lin awoke from a deep slumber, disoriented by the unfamiliarity of his surroundings. As he took in the quaint rustic charm of his new home, a sense of disbelief washed over him.

"I still can't believe this happened to me," he murmured, recalling his past life as an orphan who succumbed to illness at a tender age. "Reborn with a sign-in system… it's almost too surreal."

Although fatigue tugged at his eyelids, he quickly shook off the remnants of sleep and made his way outside. The fresh morning air invigorated him, beckoning him towards the farm.

"Sign-in," he commanded, eager to engage with the strange system that had become his companion.

System: Host has acquired the "(9/10) Basics of Farming Knowledge."

Xiao Lin sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. At 22 years old, he had entered this world just nine days prior, only to find that his destiny was intertwined with agriculture. Memories of his previous life flooded back to him, memories of his grandmother who had raised him after he was cast out from the Xiao family—a clan of nobility in the capital. His mother had been a concubine, and when she passed away when he was just five, his father banished him, leading him to a simple life as a farmer.

Living with his grandmother had provided him with joy, but her death a year ago left a void. She had cherished one last wish: to see him married and leading a fulfilling life. With the burden of her expectations on his shoulders, he had sought marriage proposals, but to no avail. The thought of continuing his bloodline weighed heavily on him.

In Bamboo Village, surrounded by towering green bamboos, Xiao Lin found a sense of belonging that had eluded him in the capital. The villagers treated him with kindness, offering support after his grandmother's passing. He had chosen not to disclose his noble heritage; in this peaceful existence, he could forge genuine relationships free from the burdens of his past.

Though he lacked martial skills—highly prized in this world—he navigated his daily life with humility and respect.

With a sense of purpose, Xiao Lin walked towards the mountain god temple nestled at the foot of the mountain, pausing to exchange morning greetings with fellow villagers along the way.

Upon entering the temple, he was greeted by a monk, whose warm smile mirrored the tranquility of the space. "Xiao Lin, you never fail to visit the temple each day for the past fifteen years," the monk remarked. "Here to pray for a wife, I presume? Patience is key; fate will smile upon you."

The laughter of junior monks filled the air, and Xiao Lin couldn't help but smile at their camaraderie. After offering his prayers to the mountain god, he stepped outside, feeling an unusual sense of anticipation as he glanced back at the temple, its worn stones whispering tales of hope and faith.

"What are you staring at, Xiao Lin? Have you seen a ghost?" a villager teased, breaking his reverie.

"Nothing, just a feeling that something good is about to happen," Xiao Lin replied, the warmth of optimism blossoming within him.

"Then may the gods bless you! I'm off to the temple now—late as usual!"

With a nod, Xiao Lin continued his journey to the farm, located on the outskirts of the village. As he reached his modest plot, a broom in hand, he began sweeping the courtyard, a routine that brought him solace. But today, something unexpected caught his eye.

"Is that a gift from the gods?" he mused, spotting a young woman asleep on his farm.

After a moment of contemplation, he approached her, gently sprinkling water on her face to rouse her from slumber.

She stirred, blinking in confusion. "Water… I'm so thirsty," she murmured.

Quickly, Xiao Lin fetched her a cup. "Here, drink this," he offered, watching as she quenched her thirst, then sheepishly asked for food.

"Of course," he replied with genuine delight, leading her to his home and sharing a simple meal. As she regained her strength, she introduced herself.

"My name is Sakura," she said, her voice tinged with weariness. "I traveled far after my family was killed. I'm the only survivor."

Xiao Lin's heart ached at her words. "You're safe here," he reassured her. "I'm just a normal farmer in this village. Stay as long as you need; it's no trouble at all."

Internally, Xiao Lin felt a surge of hope. Could this be the answer to my grandmother's wishes? A chance at love?

While Sakura washed her face, Xiao Lin returned to his farm, his mind racing with possibilities. As he toiled under the sun, he pondered the serendipity of their meeting.

Could fate have delivered him a partner who could transform his solitary existence?

After finishing his work, Xiao Lin returned home to find Sakura had arranged the table for their meal.

"Feeling better?" he asked, pleased to see her smiling.

"Yes, thank you for your kindness. I'll leave soon to avoid being a burden," she replied.

Xiao Lin shook his head, his resolve firm. "It's no burden at all. I'd prefer to have company during meals. It gets lonely here."

Sakura's smile brightened the room, and she agreed to stay for now.

Days turned into weeks, and Xiao Lin and Sakura settled into a rhythm of daily life, their bond deepening with each shared meal and laughter echoing in the air.

One evening, as they prepared dinner, Xiao Lin felt a flutter of warmth in his chest. Here was someone who cared for him, someone who could fill the void his grandmother left behind.

But in the shadows, Sakura harbored her own secrets, glancing skyward with a heavy heart. "Forgive me, Father," she whispered to the heavens. "I'll find my path, but I can't forget you."

Yet, for Xiao Lin, each day felt brighter. With Sakura by his side, he had begun to dream of a future that included family and love—something he had long believed was out of reach.

As they shared their evening meal, the world outside faded away, leaving only the promise of new beginnings in Bamboo Village.