My husband calls himself a time traveler.
He had all kinds of poems and songs at his fingertips. He said that with his talent, in this era, he could at least be a prime minister and marry a princess, but it was a pity that he could only be an ordinary farmer.
In order to raise capital for business, he kept "borrowing" me.
But every one of my "concubines" was short-lived, so people said that I was destined to be a husband.
Finally one day, the husband who was lingering on the sickbed died.
As soon as I put his body into the grave, he opened his eyes again.
This time, the husband claimed to be a college student majoring in musical instrument performance, but his eyes were full of stupidity.
Purpose: Kindness makes people happy