(Sweet romance + everyday life + farming + twists + miracle doctor + protection + comedy + shameless behavior)
“A brand-new setting.”
Wang Ba lived to be ninety-nine.
The doctor told him he only had a few days left.
His real name was Wang Ba. People had given him the nickname Wang Ba, and after a lifetime of selling medicinal plasters, that was all he had to show for it.
He had never even touched a woman's hand in his life. Lying in bed, he couldn't accept it.
Watching Love in the Courtyard on TV, he felt an inexplicable urge. “Silly Zhu, move aside. Let me handle this.”
But his vision grew blurrier and blurrier.
When he woke again, he discovered that he had transmigrated into a Siheyuan.
He had transmigrated into the body of a young man in his twenties, who shared his name: Wang Ba.
He absorbed all of the man's memories.
A man and a woman stood before him, arguing about something.
“Brother Jia, you still haven't given me the two yuan for the betrothal gift!”
“I'll give it to you in a bit.”
“Let's go get our marriage certificate first.”
“My mother said you have to pay first.”
“Otherwise, we can't register our marriage!”
“Do you think I'd run off with your two yuan?”
“Come on, let's go get the certificate!”
“No.”
“You haven't paid!”
“Come on. You don't get to say no.”
“Let go of me!”
“You're about to be my wife. What's wrong with me holding your hand?”
“Let go, you scoundrel!”
“Hahaha…”
“Call me whatever you like.”
“We're going right now.”
“Somebody help!”
“Go ahead and shout. You could scream your throat raw and no one would come.”
When she saw Wang Ba, she looked at him as if he were her last hope.
“Help!”
Isn't that little Qin?
You, surnamed Jia, let her go!
She's mine.
