Picking Up a Wronged Husband from a Novel [The 1970s]

Lin Rou transmigrates into a period novel as the ultimate cannon fodder villainess.

With the prettiest face in the village, she does the most hated things,

and at 27, she still freeloads at home.

Her father finally raises a hoe and roars:

"Either go work the fields and earn work points, or get out and marry someone!"

Looking at her delicate fingers, rubbed raw,

the 21st-century master of getting by on the bare minimum gives up on the spot:

"All I need is someone to put food on the table, right? Watch me bring home that doomed-to-widowhood male supporting character!"

She sets her sights on Lu Ze, the most tragic tool character in the book:

a future tycoon, a farmwork jack-of-all-trades, and sporting eight-pack abs.

The only catch is that his three fiancées all die one after another,

and he ultimately spends his entire fortune raising the green-tea heroine's child.

Lin Rou hooks a finger into his belt and smiles:

"Doomed to lose your wives? Perfect, then I won't have to do my marital duties.

Dying young? Once you're gone, the inheritance is all mine~"

But then Lu Ze realizes his little vixen has suddenly stopped trying:

she no longer presses her damp gauze blouse against him while he plows the fields.

Instead, she sets up a recliner and becomes the village shop's pretty salesgirl.

Her once-flirtatious eyes now look at him with disdain:

"You're sleeping in the granary tonight. I want the big kang bed all to myself."

Even stranger:

a top student from the educated youth compound helps her do the books,

a tractor driver comes by every day to buy soda,

and even an inspector from the city blushes and asks:

"Comrade Lin, would you consider getting a different husband?"

Lu Ze crushes his enamel mug.

Trying to steal her away? Ask the three dead fiancées buried on his plot first!

Fengyi Village is buzzing lately:

Lin Rou, who once declared that "men get in the way of me lying flat,"

is now being carried down to the fields by Lu Ze, wrapped in a mink coat.

The so-called wife-killing living devil drops to one knee:

"The malted milk is ready, and the watermelon is cut into eight slices.

Could you... stop smiling at that teacher?"

Lin Rou swings her feet in crystal sandals:

"Didn't we agree to take what we each needed?"

The man slips his bankbook into the lace neckline of her dress:

"My needs have changed. I want you to be my lazy little cat forever."

#So much for inheriting his fortune after he died#

#What exactly does plowing the fields every night mean?#

#A showdown between a black-lotus slacker and a mad miser#

Theme: Making money matters more than gossip