As a woman who had transmigrated, He Tiantian hadn’t become a princess or a young lady born to wealth. Instead, she had been born in a remote little mountain village where they ate cornbread every day. That would have been bad enough, but she also had a sickly husband and a dim-witted son. Her husband spent every day scheming about how to break her legs, while her son chased her around, babbling and asking for milk. He Tiantian could only gloomily heft her hoe, gaze up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, and shout:
“You want a leg? I bought you a whole pig’s leg. Go ahead and chop it up! You want milk? I bought a goat. Go milk it yourself!”
Husband: “Sure thing, dear!”
Sonny: “Sure thing, Mama!”
When her awful relatives came to block the door, He Tiantian punched straight through it. They trembled, scrambled to their feet, and fled in terror. He Tiantian sighed. What was it like to inherit the male lead’s natural strength from a farming novel? Probably like this: pure humblebragging. Dare to take my family’s things? Hand them over!
Watching the burly bandit get thrown away, the young man who had been thinking of tying up his wife and locking her in a dark room blinked.
It's really beautiful. I hope the author will update it soon. I love you❤️
Very beautiful, the writing is great