After his father died of an illness, Le Tian hadn't yet come of age when he was thrust into the role of head of the Le Family Manor.
The livelihoods of several hundred people in the manor weighed heavily on his shoulders.
To secure a supply contract with a restaurant, Le Tian, inexperienced in such matters, screwed up his courage and invited the restaurant's manager to the most luxurious brothel in town.
After drinking until he was tipsy, he stumbled into a courtesan's room. "D-don't worry, I'll sleep... sleep for a bit, then go."
He fell asleep as soon as he lay down. When he woke, he felt a faint, lingering pain in his backside.
A stunning man with long, loose hair was watching him coldly. His open collar revealed red marks everywhere.
Le Tian panicked. "I... you... I'll marry you. I swear I'll protect your virtue!"
The man curled his lips. "Oh?"
*
After Shen Ling, eight feet tall and extraordinarily beautiful, married into the Le Family Manor, everyone there knew he was a male courtesan, and the gossip never stopped.
They said the manor's new mistress was lowborn, yet fussy and pampered: he wanted fine rice with his meals, silk clothes to wear, and even a thick quilt laid over his bed boards. He couldn't carry a shoulder pole or lift a thing, spent his days doing nothing, and had never once set foot in the kitchen.
The young manor lord was busy with everything from farming and forestry to animal husbandry and fishing, while also having to worry about how to take good care of his wife. He was busier than a spinning top.
Le Tian's mother fretted. "Son, he's just a man from the pleasure quarter..."
"Mother, don't say things like that." Le Tian blushed. "My wife is pure. I'm the one who took his virtue."
The people in the manor gossiped curiously. "Could it be that Shen Ling is especially good at bearing children, and the young manor lord chose him for his height and looks?"
Late at night, Shen Ling picked up Le Tian, who was poring over account books by candlelight, and carried him to bed. With an inscrutable smile, he asked, "I hear I'm especially good at bearing children?"
No wonder he came to plow the fields at night.
*
As the weather grew colder, the belly beneath Le Tian's thick cotton-padded coat grew rounder by the day.
He secretly wiped away tears when no one was looking, but Shen Ling caught him.
Shen Ling's expression turned cool. "What, are you ashamed to be carrying the child of a male courtesan?"
Le Tian quickly shook his head. "No, no. It's just that the harvest was poor this year, and winter is almost here. I... I've been sleepy every day, too. How am I supposed to provide for everyone?"
His eyes were red, like a wronged little rabbit.
As usual, Shen Ling lifted him into his arms and rubbed his cheek against Le Tian's smooth forehead. "Just focus on carrying the baby. This little matter is something your wife can take care of."
He'd earned a doctorate in his previous life, and now he had the knowledge of a newly minted top scholar in his head. Surely feeding the people of a tiny place like the Le Family Manor would be a piece of cake?
[Tips]
1. A poor rural young landowner vs. a top scholar who transmigrated into the story while on the run
2. Everyday farming, with a little business management. The top will teach at the manor's private school.
3. "Eight feet" here means 1.85 meters.
4. The bottom's name is set, but the top's name is still undecided. If it duplicates someone else's, it can be changed.
Synopsis screenshot dated 2023.11.03
Theme: Grow crops on the land, and nourish the people who live there