Transmigrated Into a Mountain Village Tough Guy

Ye Baiyou transmigrates into the body of an old ger whom everyone in Daqian Village despises. A twenty-year-old ger is not scary. What is scary is starting out in hell mode. After three years of famine, the people of Daqian Village have fled in every direction, leaving behind a group of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people barely clinging to life. There is no food, not even tree bark. When hunger gets bad, all they can eat is white clay. Ye Baiyou: I worked myself to death in my past life. I refuse to starve to death in this one! With coarse cloth cinched tight around his stomach, his unfocused eyes gaze at the mountains, where a little green still remains. Ye Baiyou grabs his cane and charges off. Even if I have to eat dirt, I have to eat it faster than everyone else! [Top's Perspective] Shen Wujing, the eldest young master of the Shen family, the foremost aristocratic clan in the capital. At twenty, he is as beautiful as a moonlit cloud, and his talent has made him famous throughout the capital. He should have been making a name for himself in the court, but he was framed and sentenced to exile a thousand li away. He escapes along the way and latches onto a gaunt, yellow-faced ger. Shen Wujing holds his fan to his mouth. "You saved my life... but this ger is so ugly!" But however picky he was at first, he becomes just as shameless later. Watching the ger sell food and open a restaurant, Shen Wujing shamelessly brings over the entire organization of assassins he trained himself to work as laborers. He is better than anyone at openly or secretly throwing himself at the ger's feet. With his waist held fast, Ye Baiyou lies dazed in the arms of the man who looks like an immortal descended from heaven, murmuring, "You stinking fox, let go of me!" With a clear handprint on his face, Shen Wujing grins wickedly. "My dear husband, the door's been dismantled. These hands aren't letting go." P.S. 1. A sweet, slow-burn farming story. 2. There will be children later on. The setting has three genders: men, women, and gers. Coming soon: The Fish-Selling Husband of the Teacher Tao Qingyu transmigrates to the Da Li Dynasty and becomes a young ger. His family is large, and they barely get by raising fish in a pond. After an accident leaves his family desperately needing money, Tao Qingyu is about to sell the fishpond to raise funds when someone suddenly comes to propose a match. "He's the only son in the Fang family, and he's a teacher at an academy. If you marry him, you won't have in-laws to wait on, and your husband is a successful candidate in the imperial examinations, so he'll bring you honor..." Tao Qingyu: "How much is honor worth?" The matchmaker beams. "Ten taels of betrothal money." Tao Qingyu turns and walks away. He has lived this long and never seen a pie fall from the sky. The matchmaker: "One hundred taels." Tao Qingyu stops, turns around, and raises a hand in one smooth motion. "Money in one hand, the person in the other!" What a joke, as if one hundred taels were just a worthless piece of paper, handed over so casually... And just like that, the money is in his hands. The young teacher wears a long robe. The warmth of his fingers passes through the banknotes and into Tao Qingyu's palm. "I've paid. Will Boss Xiao Yu give me your hand?" * Fang Wenli doesn't like eating fish. But whenever he hears the fish seller calling outside, he eagerly calls him over and buys the biggest fish. The ger teases him, saying he's obsessed with fish. Once, Fang Wenli's preference slips out by chance. Someone with an agenda twists it into a rumor that reaches Tao Qingyu. The ger's eyes redden as he snaps, "If you don't like eating fish, then don't eat it." "And if you don't like me, you don't have to force yourself to marry me!" Fang Wenli's heart aches as he pulls him close. Long ago, in this little courtyard filled with arguments, the ger's cheerful calls had kept him company throughout his lonely, stifling youth. Even after the courtyard was left with no one but him and life settled into quiet monotony, he still took advantage of the situation, using those one hundred taels to clumsily claim the rest of the ger's life for himself. "I don't like eating fish, but I insist on marrying you." *A clever, mischievous beauty who never lets a chance to make money go by, a fish-selling ger on the bottom x a teacher who seems refined but is actually cold and heartless, with an overwhelming possessive streak, on top* Theme: Small gains add up, and lasting love is built little by little.