“Sweetheart, you can't die!”
“Dad, if you keep shaking me, I really won't survive.”
What a disaster. In my last life, I worked hard like a dog and finally managed to keep my perfect attendance bonus despite catching the flu. Then I transmigrated.
If I had to transmigrate, fine, but why did I have to become the daughter of some minor official?
The country is poor, the court is poor, and the people are poor.
My new dad can't get his salary, and he even has to pay out of pocket. We can't afford white rice anymore.
Fine, we're poor. But now I've caught a chill, and I'm about to kick the bucket right after transmigrating.
No, I can't die. I have to pull myself together and make money!
I'll make soap. I'll make charcoal briquettes.
I'll brew baijiu. I'll blow up the wine jars.
I'll copy poems. Wait, I forgot the words.
Me: “Heaven, are you messing with me on purpose?”
My new dad: “Sweetheart, why don't you marry someone?”
A good woman has ambitions beyond the home. How could I possibly marry...?
Then I turn around, see the handsome, dashing great general, and immediately grab my new dad's hand.
Me: “I'll marry him! Of course I'll marry him! I'll do it right now!”
And not only will I marry him, I'll give him a baby too~
