Daily Farming Life Amid Beast-World Disasters

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This novel features [Beast World + Catastrophic Snow Season + Frontier Development + Food + Stockpiling Grain + Infrastructure + Hunting + Farming + Making All Kinds of Daily Necessities]

Qin Ziheng was so handsome that his father suspected he was the son of the neighbor, Lao Wang. His parents divorced, and when he was just one year old, his father sent him back to the countryside to live with his grandfather. After finally making a name for himself and becoming the only university graduate in the village, he transmigrated just as his parents were begging to take him back now that he'd become successful.

He transmigrated into a beast world, where an orcman carried him back to a cave.

The beastman Mao Xiaoshu's original form was a big orange cat. He was famous in the Maomao Tribe for being a complete idiot. The other beastmen were thrifty, capable homemakers, but Mao Xiaoshu was useless at everything and ate everything in sight. So even though he'd been an adult for ages, no beastman had taken him home as a mate.

Mao Xiaoshu was cute, if not particularly bright. Whenever there was food, he'd say, "Qin Ziheng, you eat."

Whenever there was something fun, he'd say, "Qin Ziheng, you play."

Qin Ziheng didn't want to play, but after being turned down again and again, Mao Xiaoshu stopped acting human that night. With a whoosh, he turned into a little orange cat and meowed at him.

Qin Ziheng: "..."

A fluffy big orange cat!! Who could resist that?

The Maomao Tribe lived in primitive stone houses and caves, and made their living by hunting.

On the second day after he transmigrated, Qin Ziheng was told that snow season was coming. Looking at the empty stone cave and the skinny young man who could eat half a bucket of meat in one meal, Qin Ziheng fell into deep thought.

To survive in a harsh environment where the temperature dropped dozens of degrees below zero, Qin Ziheng had no choice but to take the cat-eared boy out gathering and hunting.

Qin Ziheng was a fool, and Mao Xiaoshu was skinny. The beastmen of the Maomao Tribe secretly thought the two of them probably wouldn't make it through the snow season.

Qin Ziheng thought so too: Maybe I'm going to die this time.

Later, they grew crops, fired pottery, built houses, and found salt. They raised chickens, ducks, pigs, and cows, and no longer had to hunt. Under Qin Ziheng's leadership, the Maomao Tribe prospered. It went from the poorest tribe to one where everyone could eat their fill at every meal. The neighboring tribe, jealous of them, launched an attack.

Qin Ziheng thought again: This time, I'm really going to die.

He drove the neighboring tribe three kilometers away and successfully absorbed it. He thought maybe they could finally live in peace, but after he and the cat-eared boy spent a night together, the boy's belly began to swell. A few months later, he gave birth to a child with a king-shaped mark on its head. Whenever it was hungry, it roared, and the tribe's little rabbits and bear cubs were always so scared they cried.

Qin Ziheng: I'm already dead.

He wasn't the son of the neighbor, Lao Wang, but it seemed his son was.

P.S.: Both are each other's one and only.

Slow-paced, with a cozy, everyday feel. If that's not your thing, please don't read.

The shou is genuinely a fool, but not completely brainless. He's just not very bright and a little slow, so please don't read if that bothers you.

My completed novels in my collection, The Modern Little Husband in My Husband's Family, The Panda Transmigrates to Another World to Be with His Husband, and The Chubby Top Takes the Beauty of the Sect as His Husband, are ready to read.

Upcoming novels: Looking for a Husband, Hiding from Disasters; My Dad Is Nineteen, My Grandpa Is Twenty-Eight; He's a Pretty Boy, but I'm Straight.

My ongoing novel, My Husband Is Waiting at Home, is looking for new readers!

After Old Man Ye had three daughters, he finally had a son. But when he started looking for a wife for his son, who'd just turned sixteen, he discovered that his tall, strapping boy was actually a ge'er.

To keep the Ye family line from dying out, Old Man Ye and his husband discussed it and found Ye Xiaoliu a live-in son-in-law.

Finding a son-in-law was difficult, so in the end Old Man Ye chose the younger son of the Qin family from the neighboring village.

Ye Xiaoliu was out wandering around town with his gang when his father dragged him home. After the wedding, the newlyweds went through the rituals and were sent to the bridal chamber. The moment the veil was lifted, Ye Xiaoliu's vision went black.

Ye Xiaoliu was the local bully of Liu Village.

Qin Wentian was the local bully of Qin Village.

They'd fought countless times over territory. Nothing good could come of putting two village bullies together.

Qin Wentian was bound hand and foot, sitting on the wedding bed, when Ye Xiaoliu swung a fist at his face.

"Damn it, I'd rather let the Ye family line die out than let you top me."

Qin Wentian: "I'd rather top a sow than you."

After Qin Wentian joined the household, the Ye family was turned upside down, and even the house was nearly wrecked.

Old Man Ye wiped away his tears and said to his husband, "A forced melon isn't sweet. We should send Xiaotian home!" He'd barely finished speaking when Ye Xiaoliu came running in from outside and kicked the door open. The two old men, afraid the newlyweds were fighting, were about to intervene when they heard Ye Xiaoliu speak in a sweet, obedient voice: "Husband, why did you take so long to come back? I've missed you."

"Then I'll give you a kiss."

"You're so mean~"

Old Man Ye shuddered. "..."

Ye Xiaoliu always felt on edge. The "wife" he'd married had fists as big as sandbags, and he couldn't beat him. Every so often, his "wife" threatened to go back to his parents' home. At long last, his "wife" stopped making a fuss and learned to be sweet to him. Then Ye Xiaoliu's belly started to swell, and he gave birth to a son. He thought his hard days were finally over, but when the boy was one year old and still couldn't talk, he went looking for a rope to hang himself.

Ye Xiaoliu's vision went black, and he nearly fainted again.

Qin Wentian had been reading online novels for decades, and lately he was really into ge'er stories. In most of them, a scummy gong abused the poor shou in every possible way. Then disaster struck, and a modern gong transmigrated into the scummy gong's body, mended his ways, fell in love at first sight with the poor, obedient shou, spoiled him rotten, and helped him start a business or take the imperial examinations, eventually reaching the pinnacle of life.

Or a modern shou transmigrated into the body of a destitute ge'er in ancient times. Using modern knowledge, the shou started a business and won the favor of a young master, a prince, or even the crown prince. Then the two would fight their way through one challenge after another, win, and begin living shamelessly ever after.

Every night before falling asleep, Qin Wentian would fantasize. He was good at all sorts of things: farming, setting up a stall, harvesting grain. If he ever transmigrated, he didn't ask for much. Just give him a soft, sweet little husband, and his life would be perfect.

Then he really did transmigrate.

But where was the soft, sweet little husband?

Who was this person with fists as big as sandbags, who came at him and punched him viciously?

Other than being equally poor, his new life had almost nothing in common with the stories he'd read.

Where was the scummy gong and obedient shou setup?

Was this a scummy gong and ferocious shou setup instead?

Later, Qin Wentian thought that his great shou and the transmigrated gong's little shou might be one and the same.

Theme: As long as you work hard, you can afford to eat meat whenever you want.