Reborn at eighteen, Ye Mingxia faces two dead ends:
First, her family is starving, and she's about to be sold in exchange for food.
Second, she's about to be sold to marry a scholar from the village who's on his deathbed, to bring him good fortune.
In her previous life, she was too afraid to fight back. In the end, her entire family died.
In this life, Ye Mingxia looks at the spiritual spring and portable space that appeared out of nowhere in her hands and gives a cold laugh.
What's so scary about a famine? What's so scary about marrying for good luck?
With spiritual spring water in her left hand, she can bring the dying back to life. With the portable space in her right, she can grow fields full of grain.
First, she'll feed her starving family. Then she'll save her betrothed, who's so sick he can barely breathe!
She thought saving Zhou Bowen would just mean gaining a pair of hands to help with farm work.
Who knew her husband would not only recover, but become more and more unexpected?
She farms; he builds a waterwheel.
She opens a shop; he takes the imperial examinations.
By the time Ye Mingxia comes to her senses, she's gone from a famine-stricken girl digging up grass roots to a first-rank lady of the court!
[A little scene]
When Ye Mingxia first married him, Zhou Bowen lay on his sickbed, barely breathing. "After I die, the ten mu of poor farmland will be yours. If you have the strength, please look after my mother."
Ye Mingxia poured a bowl of spiritual spring water down his throat. "Shut up. Take your medicine. Look after your own mother!"
A month later, Zhou Bowen, rumored to be at death's door, pinned Ye Mingxia against a wall, eyes reddened, his voice hoarse and trembling. "Your spiritual spring saved my life, my lady. From now on, my life belongs to you."
Ye Mingxia laughed softly and touched his face. "What a coincidence. I'm looking for a husband who can study and earn me a noble title."
Theme: Never give up in dire straits. Create a better life with your own hands.
