My Husband, We Have Land

[A farming story with a portable space] She was a genius young cultivator from a modern cultivation family. After transmigrating, she found herself an orphan whose mother was unknown and whose father was a mystery? Rescued by a white tiger and taken in by a farming family? Oh well. Since she was here, she might as well make the best of it! At least she had a portable space, so she could get by anywhere. Besides, this place seemed pretty nice. At last, she was living the life she had always dreamed of: a country woman, a mountain spring, and a little plot of land! * But who could have guessed that this seemingly ordinary mountain village would be so full of trouble? Someone wants to steal the husband she picked up, and people envy the little courtyard she built. The foster mother she takes in turns out to be a poor wife who has suffered years of oppression. Damn it, just because the tiger hasn't shown its claws, do you really think I'm a sick cat? She thought she would spend the rest of her life growing crops, drinking tea, and watching flowers in her dreams as the sun set. But life always has surprises... [An early peek at the good stuff]: One day before the wedding: In Qingzhou City, the lord's residence was packed with talented young men, and the city lord beamed with delight. “I've heard Miss Mu is both beautiful and talented. Would you honor me with a verse composed together today?” “Very well!” The woman rose in her plain white dress and gave a slight nod. “Then I'll start. Listen carefully!” “Go ahead!” The woman raised an eyebrow. The man glanced at the sky and said leisurely, “The sky is boundless, the plains stretch far and wide.” “A red apricot branch is reaching over the wall!” The woman looked meaningfully at the girl in pink beside him. Everyone: ╮(╯▽╰)╭ One day after the wedding: “Tsk, tsk.” The visitor looked her up and down, then shook his head regretfully. “You were born a beauty, but...” The man in green behind her gently drew her into his arms. His expression was cool and composed, his swordlike brows lifting slightly. “But you married me!” The woman: =m= Xin'er: Please bookmark and support me!