Daily life + farming + imperial examination + official career + no golden fingers
The male protagonist respects the female protagonist very much and has no brains to trust her.
Su Jin slipped from modern times and fell into the sewer. When she opened her eyes again, she had become a newly married bride in an ancient mountain village.
My husband, Zhao Yan, was a sixteen-year-old handsome scholar. His parents died early, and he was left alone to raise three younger siblings with sallow complexions. The house was bare, with only half a vat of corn noodles and a few steamed buns left on the stove.
Su Jin touched the wound on his forehead, then looked at the row of scattered little carrot heads next to him, and thought to himself, let it be as long as it came. There was no white flour, so she went up the mountain to collect fungus and yams; there was no meat, so she brought back a whole nest of rabbits to raise; and there was no income, so she walked into the largest restaurant in town with a dish of pickled fish and asked to pay 50-50.
Zhao Yan originally thought that he was marrying a young daughter-in-law who needed his protection, but he found that not only was his wife good at cooking and knowing herbal medicine, she was also full of ideas for making money.
"Don't worry, you can study and test for fame. I will earn money for you later." Su Jin's eyes lit up when he said this.
Zhao Yan's ears turned red, thinking that he must have been lucky for eight lifetimes to marry such a treasure.
