Transmigrated to Ancient Times as a Tailor

Ye Tao is a lazy college student who can barely take care of himself. His only hobby is making clothes for dolls, with a little pocket money on the side. But luck was not on his side: he transmigrated.

With no possessions, no practical skills, and no strength for hard labor, he was met with a sigh and a shake of the head from the broker, who found him someone to support him.

This meal ticket was a little younger than Ye Tao and looked decent enough, but he was a miser the likes of which you only meet once in a century.

As luck would have it, Ye Tao was one too.

Living in the city meant paying for everything, from food and fuel to even using the toilet or taking a bath. Ye Tao had no choice but to take up... half of his old trade again and make clothes for people.

He'd barely made two complete outfits, but had taken on all sorts of odd jobs. After scraping together enough money to register as a resident, he found that his meal ticket still wouldn't let him go. He tipped a whole purse of coins out in front of him with a clatter.

Ye Tao glared at him. "Showing off your wealth?"

Chen Chuan lowered his eyes and, with an uncharacteristic bit of honesty, said, "You manage the household. You call the shots. All my money is yours."

Ye Tao was shocked. Ye Tao was speechless.

Chen Chuan carefully studied his expression. "Didn't you say you wanted to open a shop? Don't..."

Go.

Ye Tao: "You were hiding this much secret spending money!"

Chen Chuan: "..."

On the first day Ye Tao came home, Chen Chuan knew Ye Tao was different from him and would leave sooner or later.

So what? He wanted to make him stay.

* The younger one is one or two years younger.

* Set in Quanzhou during the Southern Song. Sources are limited, so I'll make things up when I can't find information. Think of it as an alternate world.

* No politics or wars, and no changes to history. It's mainly about everyday life.

* They're quite poor at first.

Upcoming stories; links are in the announcement.

Handbook of Heavenly Creations in Hand, I Shall Rule in a Time of Chaos

Lin Fang transmigrated into a novel about the end of a dynasty, where warlords vied for supremacy.

The good news: He knew the plot and wouldn't back the wrong horse. The bad news: He arrived too early, before the story had even started.

He didn't know whether the male lead had even been born yet, but his uncle, He Zheng, was still a county magistrate on the border. At the end of the dynasty, He Zheng would rush from one crisis to another, only to meet a tragic end.

Lin Fang was the county magistrate.

Looking out at the desolate county town and its completely empty granaries, Lin Fang took out the seventeenth century's most powerful encyclopedia:

The Exploitation of the Works of Nature.

He repaired the waterways, built new walls, suppressed bandits, and repelled the northern invaders. Before he knew it, the granaries were full, his troops were strong, and people from all directions had joined him.

Just as the plot dictated, He Zheng was named Marquis of Shuofang by the imperial court and returned to his old path of putting out fires, traveling everywhere to quell rebellions...

Until he reached Lin Fang's territory.

The two armies faced each other. He Zheng's handwritten letter was shot into a flagpole with an arrow.

Subordinate: This is a provocation!

Lin Fang: No, it's just an invitation to meet me.

Subordinate: My lord, you mustn't go. This is a Hongmen Banquet!

What Hongmen Banquet? It's obviously a beauty trap. Lin Fang went to meet him, delighted.

A few days later, a military report arrived in the capital.

Report! The Marquis of Shuofang has rebelled!

The Little Husband Who's a Master Chef

Fang Chi, a food channel creator with a million followers, transmigrated into a young man whose parents had both died. He was staying with his maternal aunt, who hurried to marry him off after her scholar son looked at him a couple of times.

When Fang Chi opened his eyes, his aunt was listing his dowry. He took stock of his frail body and the six people in the room watching him like hawks, quickly figured out the situation, and decided to get married first, then look for a chance to divorce.

According to them, his "husband" was a tutor living in the residence. One household full of people, plus a crowd of servants, versus a frail scholar who couldn't hurt a fly. Which side would be easier to handle? It was obvious.

Food is the people's first necessity. Once divorced, he could make a living anywhere with his cooking skills, couldn't he?

First he had to get married before he could divorce. Fang Chi thought he couldn't let the scholar run off, so he had someone deliver a purse to him to keep him from getting cold feet.

On their wedding day, Fang Chi lifted the bridal veil and saw a handsome man with striking brows and eyes, dressed in red yet radiating an air of refinement. His heart skipped, and he blurted out, "Hey, hubby."

Xie Heng had placed first in the imperial examinations in the nineteenth year of the Zhengde era. After becoming embroiled in factional politics, he resigned and returned to his hometown, living under an assumed name as a private tutor in a wealthy household. His host arranged a marriage for him with a young relative staying at the residence.

The young man was gentle and mild, always looking at his cousin. When he heard he'd been promised to Xie Heng, he even slipped and fell into a lake.

Xie Heng had intended to refuse, but then the young man sent him a purse. It looked elegant on the outside, but the stitching inside was a complete mess.

The pastries sent along with it, however, were rather delightful.

* They fall in love while sleeping together, with a few awkward moments along the way.

* There may be a child much later in the story.

Theme: Keep your feet on the ground, and stitch a beautiful life together, one thread at a time.