The First-Rank Peasant Girl

In her previous life, she lived a dream of splendor. In this life, she’d rather be a farmer’s daughter. In her previous life, she was cold-blooded and heartless, lonely and alone. In this life, she’s cunning and sly, with admirers wherever she goes. In her previous life, she killed, did business, and looked down on the world, her heart frozen. In this life, she farms, raises animals, and takes worldly splendor in stride, caring little for such things. This is no ordinary country girl. With a book of cultivation secrets in hand, the whole world is hers. The country girl says, “I’m planting!” Planting what? Crops, pills, ores, and animals. Hee-hee, and in the end, she even grows herself a husband! Now that’s a top-notch country girl. And after that? She’ll grow little buns! In short, it’s about a transmigrated woman struggling through life in ancient times, only to find happiness in the end! A warm, devoted romance with a one-on-one ending. In the courtyard of the Ye family home, a certain woman carefully tills the soil. A silly-looking man follows close behind, happily pulling “weeds” and spreading “fertilizer” from time to time, making the woman grit her teeth in fury. “Are you done yet?” Her trembling voice is accompanied by the grinding of her teeth. The man gives her a look that says, “Don’t interrupt.” “I’m farming. Don’t make trouble.” “Who’s making trouble?” Her voice grows even lower and more menacing. The man acts as if he hasn’t heard her and continues his farming. Two hours later, the man leaves, thoroughly satisfied, leaving behind a perfectly neat patch of weeds. The woman is left completely dumbfounded. She learns one thing: picking a fight with a fool is just asking for trouble. “Big sister, what are you doing? Why are you burying me alive? Could it be... you don’t want me anymore? Boohoo...” A fat worm starts wailing miserably, only to receive a vicious beating from the woman. “Shut up! All you do is cry. I’m doing this for your own good. If I plant you in the soil, you’ll have lots of descendants in a few days. Then you won’t have to be jealous of Jun’er all the time!” The woman scolds it, exasperated. “Big sister, is... is there any proof this will work?” The fat worm is nervous. Please don’t kill me by accident, big sister. “Relax. If I’m handling it, how could it not work? Just wait and see!” The woman thumps her chest in assurance. The fat worm is speechless. Why does it feel like it’s doomed? In a room filled with antique charm, a woman is adding soil and water to a pill furnace. A silly-looking man tiptoes in and crouches beside her, watching intently. “Wifey, what are you doing?” “I’m growing pills.” “Oh. When we’ve grown enough pills, can we grow something else?” “Sure. What would you like to grow, darling?” “Can we grow buns? I like them.” “I don’t know how to do that yet. How about I steam some buns for you?” “Then... when you learn, will you grow some for me?” “Of course. I’ll do my best to learn.” The woman, absorbed in growing pills, fails to notice the sly look in the eyes of the fool she has mistaken him for. “Why, if it isn’t the famous Eldest Princess,” says a pretty maid with a sharp, cutting look. A frail, gentle woman scolds her softly. “Xing’er, how can you speak to your elder sister like that? Sister, I’m sorry I haven’t kept my servant in line. Please don’t be angry!” The maid lifts her chin defiantly and looks at the other woman without fear. “Whose dog is that, barking everywhere? I could smell the urine from a mile away!” says a lazy woman, yawning without even opening her eyes. “Who are you calling a dog?!” “Look at you, still barking. Are you in heat? Too bad you’re not good enough for one of my beasts. Maybe I can find you a mate.” The woman looks both regretful and disgusted. “Sister, how can you say something so vulgar? Women of the royal family are supposed to mind their words and conduct.” The gentle woman speaks as politely as ever, but her eyes now carry a hint of anger and contempt. “Pah, here comes the old dog!” The woman finishes yawning and walks off by herself, as if she had merely passed a few dogs. The gentle woman is so furious that her face twists.