Lingling transmigrated into a novel where every character was a villain. They were all so fierce and scary.
To make matters worse, the bizarre System gave her a task that completely contradicted their characters: force these arrogant big shots to spend every day farming.
She disguised herself as a man and bought a wig. Every day, she took turns acting as the big shots' little sidekick, nodding and bowing, afraid that if she upset one of them, she'd die on the spot. After all, these people had no sense of honor.
"Damn it, kid, where's my booze? I told you to buy it this morning, and you didn't bring it till evening!" A burly man with a chest full of hair raised a huge blade, ready to strike.
Another man, tall and skinny with a little mustache, hurriedly stopped him. "This kid's working for me. You touch him, and you'll answer to me, got it?"
"Nobody else gets to claim him. I'm taking him as my disciple. He's got good potential." Another muscular man walked over, flexing his knuckles as he spoke.
Oh? Were they fighting over her?
Lingling decided it was time to make her demand. Big shots, how about farming? Don't waste all that skill. In this stupid novel, not a single righteous character ever challenges you, so it's boring. Why not try farming instead?
She spent a month living with her head on the chopping block.
Hard work pays off.
Professional assassin: "Damn it, what should I plant on that plot on the back hill?"
Once everyone had adjusted to this leisurely life, Lingling figured she didn't need to keep pretending. Wearing a wig every day was uncomfortable, and these people had already taken to their new lives without being told.
The day she appeared before them in a peach-colored dress with a Peter Pan collar, her long hair falling to her waist, skipping along cheerfully,
"I don't want to farm anymore. I want to fall in love."
"Me too. Suddenly, farming doesn't seem so appealing."
"So this is that kid?! Damn it, be my wife!"
They lost all interest in working. They kept seeking her out, each loudly insisting that he would protect and pamper her. They even expressed deep regret for having made her run errands before. If they'd known she was a girl, such a pretty girl, who would have had the heart to order her around?
No way. All that effort, wasted.
Could I put the wig back on now...?
Go back to farming, all of you! Lingling had a sudden idea. How about a contest?
Whoever grows the best harvest gets to marry me.
Theme: Farming makes people happy.
