The Husband Who Doesn't Speak

Kang He transmigrated into the body of a simple-minded young man who had married into another family. His new family was poor, with no grain left after a year and not a single copper coin in the chest. They had only three thatched huts and a few thin fields, barely enough to feed them. His father-in-law seemed honest and simple, while his mother-in-law was sharp-tongued and clever. His husband said little and worked tirelessly to support the family. Kang He couldn't read all the characters of the Zhang Dynasty, and he couldn't understand the local village dialect either. Fortunately, he had been a fool to begin with. So he kept pretending to be a fool as he learned, and carried on with his life~ In spring, they plowed the fields; in summer, they sold cold treats. In autumn, they brought in the harvest; in winter, snow blanketed the mountains... Smoke curled from the chimney, and life flowed by at an easy pace. Kang He filled a bowl with steaming chestnut and chicken soup and carried it to his husband, who had just returned from hunting. The wild chestnuts he'd gathered in the mountains had cooked until soft, and the mountain chicken was tender and juicy. The soup was sweet and fragrant. He waited until his husband had finished the whole bowl before bringing out the silver notes and copper coins he'd saved over the years to discuss with him: These are peaceful times, and we have a little money to spare. We could send Dabao to the new private school at the village entrance so he can learn to read and write. If he can become a bookkeeper someday, that would be respectable work, and easier than farming... 1. A somewhat homemaker-like top and a somewhat cold-blooded bottom. 2. A family-and-village-life story with quite a few side-character plotlines. Please don't read if that bothers you. Theme: Join hands to build a better future