My Wife Is the Ghost-Faced General

[Coming soon: “I Became Clan Chief by Farming and Firing Kilns [Beastmen]” and “My Ex Keeps Trying to Remarry Me [Satisfying Drama].” So good.jpg] Dayu had a famous general who wore a ghost mask. No one knew his age. They only said his face was horribly disfigured by a disease, and that he looked like a god of death. They called him the Ghost-Faced General. Xu Jun, the new accountant, managed to sleep with the general on the night of the victory banquet. ■Lots of completed novels in my author profile! ■My latest completed novel: “I Built a Farm Resort to Save the World” Tong Zhanyan was a fifth-year student at the Agricultural Sciences Academy. In his fourth year, someone else's graduation project ate his. As graduation approached, he was determined not to let history repeat itself and swore to protect his graduation project. Then he actually died. When he woke up, he was a freshman at Sidi Military Academy. Realizing he'd have to study another four years before graduating, he nearly fainted on the spot. A thousand years later, every plant on Earth had mutated. The only food left was all kinds of artificially synthesized nutrient fluids, and many people had become berserk after going so long without eating plants. To stop things from getting worse, countless people tried to grow crops. But they had long since lost the ancient methods of cultivation, and decades of research had yielded no progress. For Tong Zhanyan, this was good news. The bad news was that his school only offered combat majors. Unwilling to fail to graduate again, Tong Zhanyan resolutely took up farming. Qing Jiyue, the only heir of the Qing family, one of the Four Guardian Clans, was Sidi Military Academy's strongest fighter, a handsome and aloof rising star, and someone everyone admired and envied. But Qing Jiyue knew that his grandfather had fallen into a deep state of berserk madness, and his father had shown symptoms years ago. As the next head of the Qing family, he was destined to go berserk too. Until he got a strange roommate. After watching Tong Zhanyan bring a few withered, drooping plants back to life, Qing Jiyue resolutely sent out his spirit beast, the only S-rank spirit beast in the Second Military District, a white tiger, to befriend Tong Zhanyan. Zhanyan was a cat lover, a serious one. For that reason, Qing Jiyue even taught his spirit beast to meow. From the five sickly seedlings in his livestream at the start, to greenhouses full of all kinds of vegetables, to a large-scale farm resort open to the whole world, and eventually a special major created at the school just for Tong Zhanyan, the name Tong Zhanyan soon became famous across the entire planet. Livestream 1: “These things need to be pruned, and pruned hard. If you don't prune them hard, they won't grow.” As Tong Zhanyan spoke, he snipped away with a pair of shears. Outside the livestream: “He, he, he...” “Get the heart pills! Go get Elder Xu's heart pills!” “And Elder Wang's breathing apparatus!” The tomato plant they'd finally managed to grow lush and leafy was suddenly reduced to a bare stalk. The Planting Alliance Research Headquarters descended into chaos. Livestream 2: “Five mu of land per person is insane... How about a raffle? The winner can come over and... dig up the land for free?” Tong Zhanyan thought he might be a little too optimistic. The next day, the global public network, which hadn't crashed once in a thousand years, ground to a halt. Network company: Emergency repairs underway... ■Coming soon: “I Became Clan Chief by Farming and Firing Kilns [Beastmen].” So good.jpg After transmigrating to a primitive beastman world, Du Nanshen was carried back to the tribe by a limping tiger. In the tribe, the females could transform into beasts. They were all strong and fierce, able to tear apart black bears with their bare hands. The males couldn't transform and were weaker, so they made a living gathering fruits and vegetables. Since Du Nanshen couldn't transform, he was classified as a male. There were many females and few males in the tribe. Faced with a group of females eyeing him greedily, the straight-as-an-arrow Du Nanshen had to guard against theft, fire, and being pounced on. But he couldn't hunt, and he didn't recognize any of the plants he was supposed to gather... With starvation looming if he didn't marry, Du Nanshen had no choice but to fire up a kiln and start farming. The tribe was too primitive. They used fruit shells for bowls and pots, ate nothing but roast meat for their main meals, and had no decent weapons. Du the Con Artist: How about pottery? Iron pots? Iron tools? Every winter, the tribe lost many weak beastmen and children to starvation because there wasn't enough food. Du the Hamster, eyeing a cellar full of sweet potatoes, vegetables, cured meat, and cured fish, burped: There's more than we can eat. Why don't I help you get rid of some? Spring brought widespread illness, and even the strongest beastmen in the tribe fell ill. Du the Charlatan: How about antibiotics? After the crisis passed, Du Nanshen looked at the smiling clan chief, priest, and a whole crowd of guards in front of him, and couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from twitching. Everyone: How about becoming clan chief? Looking at the females in the crowd behind them, all staring at him with gleaming eyes, Du Nanshen said, “Sure, I guess.” But he hadn't even had time to settle into the clan chief's seat before the neighboring tribe came crying to him: Food, please. We're hungry. Du Nanshen: ... Du Nanshen: Then let's merge the tribes. After another winter passed, Du Nanshen looked at the world slowly coming back to life outside the tribe, then turned back to see the growing sea of bright green eyes inside it, and sighed. Keeping busy is better, I suppose. Maybe I should go unite the East too? ◇ Of all the females, the only one who didn't look at Du Nanshen strangely was the limping tiger who had brought him to the tribe. So Du Nanshen always went to him for help or when he had something good, and the two of them got along best in the whole tribe. The other females in the tribe: “!!!” The limping tiger (quietly tucking away his little paws) (smiling): He won't fall for me. ▉Completed novels in this series: “My Wife Is the Enemy General” Historical BL. Soldier VS general “My Wife Is the Ghost-Faced General” Historical BL. Little accountant VS great general “My Wife Is the King of Kings” Historical BL. Emperor of an enemy nation VS emperor “My Wife Is the Emperor in the Hall” Historical BL. Chancellor VS emperor ▉My completed older novels with top protagonists: See my author profile “My Rival's Pregnant, and the Baby Is Mine” Historical BL. I got my enemy pregnant “The Villains Seem to Have Been Scared Out of Their Wits by Me” Historical BL. Pampered top, farming, food, feel-good story. “After Mistakenly Thinking I Was With the Ill-Tempered Marshal” Long-form, passionate adventure “What Should I Do If My Wife Is Poisonous and Dies on Contact?” Sweet farming story Lots of completed novels in my author profile. Please support me~ Theme: Face life as it is, and love it.