Ten Acres of Fertile Land: The Mystical Master in Ancient Times

Everyone says Zhao Xiaofeng, the village girl, is nasty and unlucky, poor and smelly. Best to keep your distance. Who could have guessed that after dying once, Zhao Xiaofeng would suddenly come to her senses? Not only has she become clever and beautiful, she also has all sorts of ways to make money in her head. Her only flaw is that she’s a bit of a weirdo. Everyone says, “A woman who studies the occult will never have descendants,” but she insists on taking that path of no return. A woman who can’t bear children can’t be a principal wife, of course, but as a concubine she should be quite in demand. Soon, matchmakers from all the surrounding villages were knocking at the Zhao family’s door. But there stood Zhao Jiucen, the Zhao family’s adopted son, looking so grim he seemed ready to devour someone. Zhao Jiucen swept his gaze over them, his voice sharp as a knife. “You think you’re worthy of coveting my principal wife?”