(Ari’s diagnosis: The author suffers from collection anxiety. Symptoms: staring at the stats for three hours, leaving the protagonist lost in the story. The cure: your collection button. It works as well as the legendary Leg-Lifting Eye-Popping Pill. One pill, and the protagonist comes right back to life!)
Description:
[Feel-Good Fiction + Infrastructure Building + Transmigrate into a Book + Sweet Romance with a Husband]
Jiang Jinglan had just inherited a fortune worth hundreds of millions when he complained that the plot of a web novel was too ridiculous, and the System kicked him into the book.
From the start, he was lying flat on the execution ground, an iron chain piercing his collarbone and his skin torn to shreds. His family had been accused of “treason,” and every last one of them was about to be executed.
System: “Hello, Host. You’ve been bound to the [Save the Good-for-Nothing Family] System. Fail your mission, and you’ll get to experience the full body-slicing package!”
Jiang Jinglan: “...”
No thanks. A scion of a financial dynasty doesn’t just sit around waiting to die.
That very night, a band of thieves raided the capital’s treasury. Gold, silver, jewels, grain, and medicine were carried off until not a single grain of rice remained. Even two of the emperor’s private dragon robes went missing.
At court the next morning, the officials stared at the empty treasury, their eyes collectively popping out of their heads. “Your Majesty, the treasury... it vanished?!”
The tyrant emperor on the throne: “???”
Meanwhile, Jiang Jinglan, the culprit, was leisurely accompanying his family into exile with a whole warehouse of supplies in his pocket dimension.
Everyone they met on the road was a villain? No problem. He had modern knowledge and a pocket dimension golden finger:
His reborn cousin wanted to steal the family fortune and harm him? He tied him up and tossed him to a big, brawny farmer with an insatiable sex drive to become his live-in son-in-law. That ought to put an end to his mischief!
A corrupt official tried to force himself on Jiang Jinglan’s husband? One click and the pocket dimension emptied the man’s storeroom, wiping out half a lifetime of savings. He could cry all he wanted, but there was nowhere to turn!
The imperial guards came after him? He lured them to the imperial tomb and triggered its traps, letting them kill each other so he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty!
To keep their cover, Jiang Jinglan also had to put on an act:
They came across a wild beehive in the mountains, found a herd of frozen deer in the desert, and even fished lively springwater fish out of a dried-up riverbed.
His family: “Jinglan must be the Star of Literature descended from the heavens! Follow him and there’ll be meat to eat!”
Jiang Jinglan quietly patted the pocket dimension’s warehouse, which held millions of tons of grain. “Thanks, but I’m just lucky.” (Not really.)
Their place of exile was a barren desert in the northwest where not even birds would crap?
Jiang Jinglan rolled up his sleeves and got to work building infrastructure: he built walls to defend against enemies, roads to open trade routes, schools to educate the people, and planted high-yield crops to fill their bellies. He even turned saline-alkali land into fertile fields!
In just a few years, the former place of exile became an idyllic paradise everyone longed for, and refugees flocked there in droves.
When the news reached the capital, the tyrant emperor saw his empty treasury and people rising in rebellion, then compared them to the flourishing northwest. He was so enraged he suffered a stroke. “Jiang Jinglan, I’ll wipe out your entire clan!”
Jiang Jinglan held his soft, cuddly husband close, with their month-old baby in his arms, and gave the capital a cold smile.
“You want to wipe out my entire clan? First see if you can keep your throne.”
Later, someone asked Jiang Jinglan what he was most grateful for.
He looked at his gentle husband handing him tea, and the children chasing one another around the courtyard. His eyes crinkled with a smile.
“Thanks for asking. I’m grateful I didn’t transmigrate into a book only to end up all alone. I even turned a complete mess into a paradise on earth.”
[Little Scene]
His husband held a freshly baked osmanthus cake and asked softly, “Husband, did you really just get lucky and find all that food back then?”
Jiang Jinglan took a bite of the cake and pulled him into his arms. “Shh, it’s a secret. But there’s no need to pretend anymore. Whatever you want to eat, I’ll get it for you from the pocket dimension.”
Outside the window, a few children were gathered around a watermelon freshly picked from the pocket dimension, arguing over who would get the sweetest slice.
No matter how hard the storms of this troubled age raged, he had already built the safest haven for his family.
[Reader’s Guide]
1. Updates at nine in the morning, every day until completion.
2. A tycoon transmigrates into a book. It’s pure satisfaction from start to finish, with face-slapping payback the very same day and a deeply satisfying takedown of scum.
3. The husband is gentle and resilient. The romance is sweet without being cloying, and the child-rearing scenes are so cute they’ll melt your heart.
4. No-logic, pure feel-good fiction. The protagonist’s golden finger is huge. Just sit back and enjoy.
Theme: What doesn’t break you will make you stronger
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Burning Body
A Husband, Children, and a Warm Home
The Struggle Of A Scholar From A Humble Family
A Chao Through the Four Seasons
Lord Xie, Please Behave Yourself!