(I Accidentally Posted My Draft as a New Story) The Hunter's Little Farm Girl

Her mother died young, and from childhood she was never cherished, only treated like a weed. After her stepmother gave birth to a son, she became even more tyrannical, making the girl do farmwork every day.

Her stepmother and father were in a hurry to marry her off, all because there was a younger brother in the family and they wanted to collect a bride price to help him find a wife.

She refused to marry, but her father and stepmother secretly accepted the bride price and betrothed her to the hunchbacked Third Brother, a man seventeen years older than her. He was notorious for being lecherous and sleazy, and she was supposed to marry him?

She would rather die than marry him! She pretended to be obedient, then sneaked into the mountains at night. As soon as she got there, she burst into tears.

She went to the riverbank, thinking of jumping in. She really did think it would be better to die, but then it struck her that taking her own life like this would be foolish.

She had to go on living well. Her mother had nearly died giving birth to her, and she couldn't lose hope just because of three wicked people who bullied her.

But who could have guessed that someone behind her would suddenly sneer, "You're so young and already trying to end your life. If your mother knew, she might regret giving birth to you."

She turned around, only to find herself face-to-face with the scarred hunter.

They said the hunter used to be a bandit, a skilled fighter who killed without blinking and could shoot even tigers on the mountain.

But she'd dared to come up a mountain where there were tigers, so she clearly didn't care if she lived or died.

And if she didn't care whether she lived, how could she be afraid of this man?

"You're a grown man, and you're bullying a young girl like this. Is it fun?"

The hunter frowned. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"You're not a ghost. What would I be afraid of you for?!" She squatted down, plucked at some weeds, and said irritably, "I have no idea what I'm supposed to do from now on."

"Can you farm?" the hunter suddenly asked.

"I can." She looked at him in confusion.

"I've got three mu of land that hasn't been plowed, because I don't know how to plow."

"...Could it be that you don't hunt because you don't know how to farm?"

"Is that strange?" The hunter kept a stony expression.

"...Not strange." Except it was.

"The land is yours." The hunter pressed his lips together slightly. "You pay rent."

"All right!" At the moment, she had nowhere to stay. As long as she had land, she could support herself. As for the rent? There was plenty of time. She could pay it off little by little.

And so the hunter and the little farm girl began their happy life together: he hunted, she farmed. [Very much so.]

1. I started this story on a whim, but lately I've suddenly run out of inspiration, and I've been very busy, with no time to update it. For now, just think of it as a story I've written in advance.

Theme: Work hard.