The renowned physician Jiang Xibao woke up one day transmigrated into the role of a sickly man's bride, brought in to bring him good luck.
Bad luck was everywhere. The crops wouldn't grow, the poultry wouldn't survive, and the family was getting poorer by the day. Her sickly husband even wanted a divorce.
The whole village stood by, arms folded, waiting to laugh at them. But the more they watched, the more prosperous the Yuan family became.
The muddy river ran clear, huge fish appeared in the mire, and she could dig up century-old poria and thousand-year-old ginseng with ease.
Other people farmed just to put food on the table. She farmed her way out of poverty. Her high-yield crops came in by the hundreds and even thousands of pounds: potatoes as big as watermelons, corn as thick as an arm, and peanuts bigger than eggs.
Before long, she was swimming in money, and her sickly husband had recovered, too. Jiang Xibao asked for a divorce, but to her surprise, her husband grabbed a durian husk, knelt on it, and whimpered, “Wifey, can we please not get divorced?”
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