The Wicked Husband Only Wants to Farm

The village chief's son, a bully who always throws his weight around, has gone mad! Instead of picking on the pretty boy at the end of the village, he's taken a hoe to the fields! Can that pampered little fatty even tell wheat from weeds? As it turned out, not only could he, he was really good at it. X smashed open the frozen black soil with one blow after another, digging so noisily that the villagers gossiping about him all ran away in fright. He raised seedlings, caught insects, and enriched the soil... The wheat seedlings, which had finally grown to knee height, were trampled to pieces by a spoiled rich kid who'd snuck out of the farmland bureau. X: Hah. The boys were only fifteen or sixteen, dressed in fine silks edged with gold thread. Hands that had never held a gun took up hoes, and they worked the soil across twenty mu, miserable and exhausted. Their delicate hands blistered and bled, their slender backs ached and cracked, and their expensive clothes were covered in mud. They turned the soil from noon until the moon rose, without so much as a bite to eat. If anyone dared slack off, that plump, fair-skinned boy would dump a chamber pot over his head! The trampled wheat seedlings were turned into candy. The boys didn't get a single piece, and the garrison even "sold" them to this tyrannical boy to work the fields. The boys were furious. They would show this little fellow what they could do! Then the boy slapped them into the dirt, where they couldn't pull themselves out. The insects the boy caught and tossed into their clothes scared them half to death. The boy starved them for nine meals out of ten, leaving them nothing but rice mixed with bran and pebbles. The boys were furious, the boys felt wronged. They hoed the earth in tears, shrieking as they used their hands to catch cabbage worms as thick as their fingers. The replanted wheat seedlings flourished. The heavy ears of grain turned a dazzling gold, and the plump kernels were even fuller than the little boy's soft arms. Huh? When had that chubby little boy from their first meeting gotten so slender? The fair face that never tanned, and the red mole at the corner of his eye, made their hearts itch. Later, the boys mounted their warhorses. The young general, who once wouldn't even eat a cicada nymph, held up the enemy commander's head and asked him: Which field do you want to farm next? We'll conquer it for you. The day after a pig wrecked his graduation project, the legendary senior X from the agricultural college transmigrated into a novel as a vicious cannon-fodder character. The original owner was a boy from the village chief's family, raised in luxury. He wore the finest clothes, ate more meat than anyone, and was so plump he was round all over. He also spent every day chasing the protagonist and bullying him. In the end, the protagonist's small business thrived. He bought a house in the city, and his husband passed the imperial examinations and entered the Hanlin Academy. But the original owner brought his downfall upon himself. The protagonist's transmigrated husband took revenge on him, his father was stripped of his position, his scholar husband was unfaithful, and he was bullied to death by his mother-in-law. After transmigrating, X broke off his engagement to the worthless scholar and took up a hoe to work the fields. While the protagonist made snacks, he farmed. While the protagonist sold perfume, he farmed. While the protagonist opened a shop, he farmed. While the protagonist took the imperial examinations, he farmed. The village's harvest rose from less than two shi per mu to an average of over four. There were vegetables to spare in every season, all the wasteland was turned into fertile fields, and there was so much fruit on the mountains that they fed it to the pigs! The poor soil became the richest model village for miles around. X was specially admitted to the Ministry of Works, where he developed new crops, hybrid rice, off-season greenhouses, desert farming... No one ever went hungry again. The land prospered, and the people lived in peace. Please note: 1. A sweet, slow-burn story. The setting is fairly loosely built, with crossover elements. 2. The top is the most delicate, fussy, melodramatic, beauty-loving young master, who cries at the drop of a hat. Theme: Don't let things go to waste