Transmigrated to a Husband Five Years Younger Than Me

When I opened my eyes again, I discovered that I had somehow transmigrated to an unfamiliar ancient world. I woke up in a shabby farmhouse, my head still a little hazy. Before I could gather my thoughts, a handsome young man walked in. He looked at me timidly, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and dependence. I later learned that he was my husband, five years younger than me. My father was an honest farmer who had worked diligently in the fields all his life. My other father was kindhearted, but couldn’t help being a little long-winded, constantly going on about every little thing in the household. I had thought we would simply live out our days in peace, but fate dealt our family another crushing blow. My older brother, addicted to gambling, was accidentally beaten to death by people from the gambling house. He left behind a young son, all alone in the world. Overcome with grief at my brother’s sudden death, my sister-in-law also passed away. Seeing the misfortunes that had befallen the whole family, I secretly vowed to get us back on our feet. I began working hard to adjust to my new identity and surroundings, learning all kinds of farm work and household chores. Though my husband was five years younger than me, he was very obedient and sensible. He always quietly followed behind me, helping me with this and that. Whenever I felt tired