Drafting
[Food and Farming x Marriage First, Love Later x Getting Rich on the Frontier]
Wait, I was supposed to sit around until my husband died and become the richest person on the frontier? This isn't how the plot was supposed to go!
Lin Wan's understanding of her situation after transmigrating into a book was crystal clear:
The capital was a den of vipers. The frontier was a peaceful haven.
Huo Yi would die young? Perfect!
Outlive him, collect a huge compensation payment, return to the capital with an official title, and become a rich widow. Flawless!
So when her half-sister tearfully begged to take her place in the marriage, Lin Wan refused! This incredible fortune, widowhood and all, was hers!
Huo Yi's three-year plan:
Guard the frontier. Fight to the death.
If I survive, set her free.
If I die in battle... I hope she lives happily for the rest of her life.
The plan fell apart from the very beginning
Weren't I supposed to sit back and wait for the money? Where was it? The general's salary was overdue, the army's provisions had been embezzled, and all the household had left was the cold northwest wind!
Weren't we supposed to lie low for three years? Assassins in ambush x a tiger attack x her half-sister's schemes... The frontier was even more thrilling than the capital!
Lin Wan angrily tore up the script:
No money? Set up a stall! Lin Family Eatery was a hit on the frontier, and coins came jingling in!
No food? Start farming! Grow high-yield potatoes and raise herds of cattle and sheep, helping the frontier's people escape poverty!
No sense of security? ...She'd grit her teeth and keep that general, her golden goose, alive for now!
But
The more money she made, the bigger the hole she was pouring into the general seemed to get!
When Huo Yi was seriously wounded and fell unconscious, Lin Wan clutched his cold hand and finally panicked.
"Huo Yi! You... you have to wake up! My money... I mean, I haven't fattened you up yet!"
Note dated 2025/7/3
Theme: Break free from fate amid the bustle of everyday life, and protect the life worth living.
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"My lord, why am I here?" Is a big thorn in the side of the author~
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