Farming at the Frontier: The Ice-Cold General Begs Me Every Day to Stop Overworking

[Frontier Life + Wood Affinity + Beast Taming + Devoted Husband + Protective + Pioneering and Farming + Sweet Romance + Powerful Couple + Contrast Couple] Su Nianqing, a modern PhD in agricultural science, transmigrates into the body of a disgraced official’s daughter exiled to White Wolf Pass on the northern frontier of the Great Yan Dynasty. From the start: a bitter wasteland where temperatures drop to thirty below, a ramshackle mud hut with drafts from every side, half a sack of moldy grain, and an imperial decree betrothing her to Huo Beichen, the General Who Guards the North. The whole camp knows the general is an icy demon, a killer reborn. He’s said to bring death to his wives, and his first three fiancées were so terrified they’d rather die than marry him. Su Nianqing: Thanks. I happen to need a free bodyguard. While other soldiers’ wives weep and complain, she rolls up her sleeves and clears land for farming. While other soldiers’ wives grumble about the terrible food, she grows grain and vegetables across the hills, turning the wasteland into a paradise beyond the frontier. While other soldiers’ wives scream at the sight of wild beasts, she gives a whistle and the fierce creatures of the frontier line up to work for her. Zhao Wan’er, the camp’s resident contrast wife, sneers at her every day: “You’re just a country bumpkin who farms. What makes you think you’re fit to be a general’s wife?” And then… The medicinal garden Su Nianqing planted saves every soldier in the camp who was poisoned. The beasts she raises fight like a hundred soldiers on the battlefield. Su Nianqing chases an enemy scout for three miles, carrying nothing but a hoe. Zhao Wan’er’s husband has no chance of promotion, her vegetable patch yields nothing, and when she sees the steaming hot food in Su Nianqing’s home, she finally bursts into tears. The icy general wordlessly drapes a cloak over his wife: “It’s cold outside. Leave chasing the enemy to me.” Su Nianqing rises on tiptoe to wipe his sweat: “You’ve worked hard, darling. Let’s go home for hot pot.” The whole camp of soldiers is green with envy: “Is this really the same killer general??”