I Lure the General with Good Food

[The main story of the novel next door, "Listen to Me, I'm a Beast Tamer," is complete. If you're interested, go check it out!]

Optimistic, face-loving sunshine-bottom x seemingly vicious and cold, but actually pure-hearted top

1

Shi An was transmigrated after being stabbed in the back by a hoe.

A thatched hut from the start, plus a three-year-old little brother. How is he supposed to make this work?

Shi An, an agricultural university student, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Farming? That's right up my alley! We may have nothing, but farming is what I'm good at!"

The problem was, those measly two mu of land weren't nearly enough to plant anything, and he had no money to buy more. He could only start out in business.

Peach blossom pastries, oden, giant tomatoes: Shi An excelled at every business he tried. Not only did he make money for himself, he also helped his neighbors prosper alongside him.

Later, tomatoes made him rich, sweet potatoes helped relieve famine, and allicin was used during wartime...

Shi An thrived in Da Li. He not only opened a chain of hot pot restaurants, but also won himself a "beauty."

It's just that this "beauty" was taller and more muscular than him, and could really put away the food.

Shi An rubbed his aching waist and smacked his lips. "Well, he's already eaten me up and left me for dry. What else can I do? Guess I'll make the best of it."

2

Da Li's God of War, Feng Chiye, was famous from a young age and invincible on the battlefield. In private, however, he couldn't even stomach the most ordinary bowl of white rice.

With his life seemingly about to end in his prime, a plate of peach blossom pastries fell from the sky. That very day, Feng Chiye, a noble of imperial blood, moved into the poorest village for miles around.

Not only did his health improve, but the pastries' owner was so sweet that Feng Chiye often found his gaze drawn to him.

Until one day, he heard, "I like Zhi Zi!"

Feng Chiye desperately suppressed the corners of his mouth as they tried to turn up, putting on a reserved expression. With the fate of the nation on his shoulders, how could he indulge in romance?

But that tender gaze and the pounding of his heart grew more unruly with every passing day.

Later, when war broke out everywhere and Shi An came down with an epidemic, Feng Chiye finally understood: he had to protect his country, and he had to protect Shi An too...

Written on June 29, 2025

Reader's Guide:

1. An ancient setting in an alternate world, with farming and business.

2. The early story focuses on farming and business, building up cautiously; the war comes later.

3. A committed 1v1 romance, slow burn.

4. The author is a newcomer. Suggestions are welcome.

--★ Listen to Me, I'm a Beast Tamer ★--

[Occasionally normal, frequently quirky, fluffy-animal-loving bottom x calm, powerful, cool white-wolf top]

1

Li Zi, a craft blogger, transmigrated. The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself on an endless grassland.

Clutching his vital bits, Li Zi fumed. "If I'm going to transmigrate, couldn't you at least give me some clothes?!"

In the midst of his despair, Li Zi acquired a pretty useless golden finger: a scanning System. As the name suggests, it could scan things. But what kind of System only lets you scan three times a day?!

Li Zi couldn't believe it. He banged his head against the ground. Who did they think they were fooling with this piece of junk?

Transmigration was a done deal, so Li Zi could only protect his vital bits and struggle to survive.

After he had endured for several days and was nearly turning into a wild man, he woke up one morning and saw several enormous beasts at the door, baring their teeth and drooling.

Li Zi hurriedly shut his eyes. I don't dare open them. I hope this is just my imagination.

2

Everyone knew that the White Wolf Tribe was the poorest tribe on the grasslands. They had nothing at all, and the tribe was full of the old, the weak, women, and children. Poor didn't begin to describe it. They were so poor there was no end to it!

Just as the many beastfolk thought the White Wolf Tribe wouldn't survive the coming cold season...

One winter later, the grasslands had changed completely...

This grass can cure illnesses?! These lumps of dirt can be eaten too?!

What! You even have an emissary of the Beast God?!

When the White Wolf Tribe even brought out exquisite pottery, the other tribes couldn't stay calm.

So he's an emissary of the Beast God? We're all beastfolk. It can't be that bad to steal him, right?!

Just as the other tribes were getting restless, Li Zi, a fake cub but a real man, brought out the tribe's strongest fighter with a flick of his hand.

"Come on, good dog. Bite him!"

Bai Ming, standing nearby with a cool, heroic air: ...

3

Bai Ming, the last white wolf on the grasslands, came across a cub while out hunting.

Guided by the principles of beastly compassion, Bai Ming kindly brought the cub back to the tribe.

He never expected this cub to be extraordinary. He brought medicinal herbs with him as soon as he arrived, and gave the White Wolf Tribe hope as well.

Bai Ming admired Li Zi, but at the same time, his spine kept turning cold. Li Zi was clever, but why was he always fixated on the backside of his beast form?

Until one day, Li Zi got drunk and clung to him, wailing, "Bai Ming, do you know? When you dig holes with your big rump sticking up in your beast form, you look just like my dog back home. I miss him, sob..."

Bai Ming, who had been digging a hole to make a trap for Li Zi: "Heh..."

In the end, he'd simply not tried hard enough. Li Zi could still miss somebody else's dog.

Core message: Work hard and diligently to build a prosperous life.