Transmigrating to a Bustling Rural Life

Peach Blossom's little courtyard, please take me in! This was written in 2010, so it's been around for a long time. Tastes have changed since then, and what people find appealing or off-putting is different now. For the sake of readers who happen to stumble upon it, I've turned off the comments. The free chapters are here for you to sample. If you don't like them, feel free to leave. Mwah~~ I didn't delete the comments when I turned them off. They're all still in my backend, where I'll keep them safe. My beautiful readers, you are all so talented! I love you all so much. Come here for lots and lots of kisses! Dizi wrote poems for Miaomiao, Wuxia, and Xiaoshan: Tang Miao: Fortune and rank are admired, but cannot be sought. To speak of former ties, ask where they began. Good roots will in time bear good fruit. Don't mock a hero for the sorrows he faces now. Don't seek riches at the vermilion gates. Instead, pluck a peach blossom and tuck it in your hair. Don't boast of gold, silk, fame, or rank. Come, let us share the Swallow Tower in our twilight years. Wuxia: Her nature is like a willow before Guanyin, yet she leans against a vermilion-carved tower. Where red fades and green deepens, the beauty of youth has turned to white hair. She has no heart for fame or fortune, only worries for her family. It's hard to beg a drop of dew from the vase, one sip to wash away the sorrow of the past. Xiao Lang: Born into a wealthy and powerful household, yet so deeply in love. Looking back on a former life, who has ever seen it? So real, so unreal, like a familiar face half remembered. They say Penglai's jade terraces are famed for their beauty. But I say, how could they compare to peach blossoms bright as rosy clouds, and streams winding around the eastern village? A poem from Bookworm: Peach blossoms bloom in profusion on the mountain, while the bone-white willow longs from afar for its own splendor. Beneath Peach Blossom Mountain, the fruit hangs thick. At dawn, the breeze parts the willows on the far shore, leaving Wuxia. A poem from Moyuan: Water winds around Xiao Mountain, where crimson blooms dazzle. In the clear breeze and bright moonlight, the willows are Wuxia. Clinging to joyful smiles, she bears the pain of parting. In dreams in a foreign land, she longs for Peach Blossom. Announcement: Big Peach Blossom has started a new novel. New project: Splendid Officialdom, a farming story set in government circles. Premise: