Transmigrating to Ancient Times: Doting on My Little Husband on the Road to Escape Famine

A red mist swept across the world, plunging it into the apocalypse. Eighteen-year-old Gu Zixu awakened a spatial ability as a result. A month after the outbreak, surrounded by zombies, he woke up one day in a strange place. He traveled with a group of refugees for over a month before finally settling down.

He had high-quality seeds for all kinds of fruits and vegetables, but before he could enjoy them, locusts and drought struck one after another. The villagers had no choice but to head south in search of a chance to survive, setting out on the road as refugees once more. This time, though, he wouldn't be alone. He'd bring his little husband along!

He was going to fatten up his undernourished little husband until he was rosy-cheeked and plump!

Song Yu was a young man who had never been his parents' favorite. His own sister envied him, while his older brother looked down on him and took out his anger on him time and again.

But the new man in the village was so handsome! Why was he so good to me? I want to pursue him!

Poor Song Yu had only just gotten together with the man he loved when his own mother tied him up and sent him to a landowner's house.

And it was for a ghost marriage! This can't be happening! Brother Gu, save me!

In the end, he found himself a wonderful husband, just as he wished. While everyone else ate wild greens and coarse buns, Song Yu had little cakes; while everyone else drank wild-greens soup, Song Yu drank milk to build himself up. After all those nourishing meals, Song Yu grew even rounder and cuter.

(This story has no apocalypse, I swear! I don't remember choosing that tag. This is a farming and refugee-journey story. I'm so sorry to anyone who clicked by mistake. I can't change it now, and I'm tearing my hair out.)