A sweet romance about farming and business.
An adorable, passionate money-grubber × a cunning, arrogant Taoist
Su Wanying arrived in this world by transmigration, and the original owner died the very next day.
Her soul was immediately taken to the underworld by Black and White Impermanence.
After a thorough review, they found that she had no identity, no registration, and no credentials.
So they tossed her over to Granny Meng to do odd jobs.
Granny Meng, or rather, Master Meng, was a man named Fang Zhuoyu.
He had also transmigrated, and before that, he had been a Taoist.
He was handsome and dignified, with an extraordinary bearing and a rebellious air between his brows. He was exactly Su Wanying's type.
She fell hopelessly in love with him at first sight.
But he was her boss.
People who fall for their superiors never end well.
Sure enough, he rejected her when she confessed.
But she got over it almost immediately. “There are handsome ghosts everywhere.”
“Your Meng Po Soup is so awful. Does anyone, I mean, any ghost, actually want to drink it?”
“Boss, I have an idea. We can improve the recipe and sell it like crazy. Just give me the funding and I'll get started right away.”
Su Wanying was utterly devoted to work, and she was both a suck-up and a chatterbox.
Fang Zhuoyu got fed up and dumped her on a patch of wasteland beside the Bridge of Helplessness!
Su Wanying was furious, but she couldn't beat him.
He was a Taoist! He could beat any disobedient ghost until it was utterly destroyed.
For the sake of her life, Su Wanying stopped being angry. “One day, I'll make him get down on his knees and beg me!”
She planted her hands on her hips and decided to build everything from scratch, putting the farming talent of a daughter of China to full use. First wheat, then vegetables, then fruit, then flowers...
Later, Heartbreak Valley became a 4A-rated scenic tourist destination in the underworld, with the highest GDP of any place down there.
As the saying goes, money can make a millstone push a ghost around.
She became the richest person in the underworld, and the first thing she did was take out a huge stack of hell banknotes and throw them in front of Fang Zhuoyu. “Get down on your knees and beg me.”
Fang Zhuoyu: ?
Fang Zhuoyu was a Taoist.
He had been a Taoist for nine lifetimes and had accumulated profound blessings.
The underworld had already decided to appoint him as a judge, in charge of the Book of Life and Death.
But the King of Hell said he had a troublesome karmic entanglement to resolve before he could complete his hiring paperwork.
For the sake of a permanent position, I mean, for the sake of strengthening his Dao heart, Fang Zhuoyu also entered the Wheel of Time and went back a hundred years. He took a job as Granny Meng and stood watch on the Road to the Underworld, ready to settle this karmic entanglement.
The moment he saw Su Wanying, he knew the troublesome entanglement had arrived.
She was so rude, and so noisy. She never sat still for a moment.
Fang Zhuoyu thought he would be able to resolve this entanglement in no time.
But after sending her away, he felt inexplicably empty inside.
“What a troublesome entanglement.”
Fang Zhuoyu drank a bowl of his own Meng Po Soup and sighed.
“It's awful, just as expected.”
Su Wanying, I'm starting to miss you.
Theme: Grow a beautiful tomorrow
