After transmigrating, she became a pitiful little girl who couldn't get enough to eat or wear, and whose relatives didn't care for her.
Ning Zhi wasn't worried at all.
The thing that came with her when she transmigrated was a farming game.
The fields could be upgraded, and watering and bug-catching were semi-automated. The crops grew quickly and tasted delicious.
Gradually, the villagers noticed that Ning Zhi, who had once been as skinny as a stick, was growing fair, soft, and delicate.
But anyone who came to ask for her hand in marriage was sent away with a cold stare by Gu Jinchen, the village bully.
Ning Zhi covered her forehead in exasperation. "Hey, I'm going to end up an old maid!"
Gu Jinchen ground his teeth. "What's wrong with me? I can't marry you?!"
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Gu Jinchen was ruthless and decisive, and no one dared cross him. Nobody knew what his background was.
Everyone else steered clear of him, but that tiny girl wasn't afraid of him at all.
"Hey, I just made osmanthus cakes. Want some?"
On their wedding night, the usually indifferent Ning Zhi blushed for the first time. "Don't..."
Gu Jinchen held her so tightly she couldn't move. His eyes were dark, his voice low and hoarse. "Zhi Zhi... Let me hear you call me a good husband."
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Ning Zhi had made it clear she had no intention of getting married. So he would... watch over her, stay by her side, and protect her. Even a lifetime felt too short.
But... he still couldn't stop himself from saying it.
And that was how Gu Jinchen finally realized:
The girl in his heart was even sweeter than the osmanthus cakes he'd made that year.
Please check out my upcoming story: I Grow Ghosts While Everyone Else Farms
The Heavenly Way was in chaos, evil souls emerged, and ghosts roamed the world.
Shi Niannian wasn't worried at all. She had her own special way of catching ghosts.
Skin-peeling ghosts, body-snatching ghosts, soul-devouring ghosts... the ones who looked vicious and terrifying? She just dug a hole and planted them in her fields.
They could be harvested once they had grown blessings, shed their yin energy, and resolved their grudges.
The evil ghosts, once furious and bristling, were watered and tended by Shi Niannian every day until they grew plump and adorable.
Some of the bolder ones even tugged at Shi Niannian's sleeve and asked ingratiatingly, "Niannian, when do I get to go out and do good deeds?"
A certain King of Hell sat among the ghost crops every day, scowling and muttering, "Shi Niannian! You caught all these ghosts! How am I supposed to meet my underworld performance targets?!"
Shi Niannian hurriedly covered the ears of a little ghost who was about to cry from fright. In a gentle voice, she said, "Keep your voice down. You'll scare the children."
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Extra scene:
"Are you really just coming here to freeload every day because the underworld's performance is so bad you're too poor to make ends meet?"
It's not because you can't stand the sight of me and want to eat me until I'm bankrupt, is it?
The King of Hell held his bowl and silently chewed the delicious food made from ghost crops. The tips of his ears turned red.
Being poor wasn't the truth, and bad performance was just an excuse. The truth was that he liked her so much he wanted to stick by her every day.
Please check out my completed works:
1. The Forensic Doctor's Record of Transmigration
A forensic doctor transmigrates to ancient times.
2. Transmigration: The Happy Farmer's Young Madam
She transmigrates to ancient times with a pocket dimension.
