A Veteran Couch Potato's Farming Life in Ancient Times

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Fang Qingyang spent ten years being a couch potato in the apocalypse. Then, in a single moment, he transmigrated into a book and became the hardworking elder brother of the male lead in an ancient farming-and-imperial-exams novel.

As a seasoned couch potato, Fang Qingyang doesn't want to fight, much less build a fortune only to end up fighting with his awful family. Wouldn't it be better to simply give up and do nothing?

So the Fang family's eldest son fell ill. Not only could he no longer work, but his medicine cost a fortune.

At first, Fang Qingyang spun tales to convince his family to buy his medicine, so he could lie around every day.

Later, he spun another tale and successfully split from the family.

Afterward, Fang Qingyang kept doing nothing. As long as sleep didn't kill him, he would sleep himself to death.

Rule one for a seasoned couch potato: endure poverty. Rule two: endure loneliness.

But one day, he fell for someone and wanted to marry him!!

Getting married takes money, and marrying a husband takes even more. With no money, Fang Qingyang had no choice but to pack his bedding and start turning his life around, making a fortune through constant hard work for the man he loved.

An all-capable couch-potato seme × a cute, husband-protective uke

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Coming soon: "A Fake Marriage with the General Turns into True Love"

The fearsome general of the border city had taken a wife, and everyone was abuzz. Who would actually be willing to marry this fierce man rumored to prefer men?

Everyone rushed to see the new bride, only to find a handsome scholar with a jade-like face. They suddenly understood: the general had married a delicate young husband.

The scholar looked delicate, but neither his temper nor his abilities were. He led everyone in reclaiming wasteland, farming, brewing wine, making tea, and trading, transforming the desolate border city into a thriving place.

Everyone had thought the scholar wasn't worthy of the general. It turned out the general was the one who wasn't worthy of the scholar. Matchmakers came to the scholar's door every day, introducing him to this family's son and that family's daughter.

The scholar shook his head and said, "I love the general. That will never change."

The matchmaker muttered, "Weren't you and the general only pretending for his mother's sake? You're not young anymore. You should start thinking about finding a match of your own."

The general walked into the room with a knife in hand, grumbling, "Can't a fake marriage turn real? Get out, get out!"

Later, the whole city was decked in red. With the entire city as witness, the general and the scholar married once again.

The scholar in red, fair-faced and handsome, and the tall, mighty general bowed to Heaven and Earth, vowed to grow old together, and loved each other for the rest of their lives.

The general's perspective: I'm a general stationed at the border. I prefer men, but I still can't escape my mother's pressure to marry. She said I had to start a family, even if I married a man. But my fearsome reputation rings through the border city. What man would be foolish enough to fall for me?

On my way home from an official trip, I happened to save a scholar from drowning. The poor thing had been shoved into the river by the person he loved, then kicked out of his parents' home.

Looking at his slender figure, clear eyes, stubborn gaze, haggard little face, and handsome features, I fell for him. In a moment of madness, I said, "Repay me for saving your life by marrying me!"

That man didn't treat you well? I'll treat you well. Your parents didn't treat you well? Then let my mother treat you well. I thought the scholar would slap me twice and call me a lecher, but after hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

On the way home, I saw that the scholar seemed down, so I lied and said our marriage was only an act to appease my mother.

After hearing that, the scholar looked relieved. I was a little disappointed, but then I rallied. We already had a marriage arrangement. Surely a great general like me could win him over.

Well, as a general, I'm good at swinging a knife and cutting people down. I'm hopeless at courting a scholar and keep making him cry.

And those damn matchmakers and rivals, always trying to steal him away from me. Sooner or later, I'll cut them all down.

Heh. In the end, it was me, the general, who won the beauty's heart. I won't waste my breath on you lot. I'm off to warm the scholar's bed.

A gentle, capable, handsome scholar uke × a tall, mighty, rugged general seme

Theme: Hard work brings prosperity