Matriarchy: I Transmigrated to Farm, and My Sweet, Gentle Husband Loves Me to Bits

Zhang Yao was twenty-eight, a legion commander born in the apocalypse with spatial and water-based abilities. A deliberate “mistake” by those in power sent Zhang Yao to her death, which suited her just fine.

When she opened her eyes, she had become a wastrel in a matriarchal world. What the heck? If she didn't marry a husband by the age of eighteen, she'd go to jail? Zhang Yao wasn't having that. Taking the two taels of silver the village chief had given her, she headed to the market to find a husband.

She brought home a “useless man” who had broad shoulders, a slim waist, and was tall, and who could do everything from farming to cooking.

How could anyone call this a pitiful fellow everyone despised? He was Zhang Yao's precious treasure.

With her abilities and strength, she started a thriving little business, hunting, farming, and taking care of her husband. Life grew brighter by the day.

The poor fellow didn't mind the hard work, but with no one to help ease his aching back, he thought of finding himself a good little brother. His wife heard him and refused.

“Rong'er, don't be naughty. Listen, the two of us building a good life together is better than anything else.”

Xiao Rong was on the verge of tears. “Wife, how about tonight…”

Zhang Yao's lips curved into a smile. “Come here, Rong'er. Your wife will give you a massage.”