My Name Isn't Cuihua

Su Mo, a lecturer in Chinese literature at a renowned university, was born into a scholarly family. Refined and handsome, with an otherworldly air, his students privately nicknamed him "Young Master Su." Then one day, he transmigrated to a farming family, and his life went from music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and flowers to firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. He "calmly" accepted the change from delicacies to simple meals. Raising flowers and plants became raising a family and ducks? No big deal. But why does this kid have such a cringe-worthy name as Cuihua? ****Although he's called Cuihua, the uke is a man!!!!!******** I'm hopeless at writing blurbs, so feel free to take a look at Chapter One first o(╯□╰)o Note: This story has no golden finger. I hate things like portable pocket dimensions. The occasional stroke of luck is just needed for the plot (^o^)/~ Gentle and heartwarming, inspirational (maybe), and sweet. This is a slow burn. This is a slow burn. This is a slow burn! Important things must be said three times! One more***warning: The author's intelligence is limited and the logic is lacking. There may occasionally be basic factual errors, so research sticklers, stay away!! Please don't read it ╮(╯▽╰)╭ If you don't like it, just click X. The author's heart is fragile, so please don't throw bricks!! Here is my upcoming novel: "I'm Your Husband": A beautiful gong and a strong shou, and a wealthy, handsome ancient-era man's pursuit of his wife! Theme: