Don't Disturb My Farming, You Are Really Not My Type

Dressed as a farm girl whose engagement was annulled, I picked up a barely alive wild man as my husband-in-law. He couldn't lift his shoulders or lift his hands, but he could only look at his face. I accepted it, and planned to farm, raise pigs, open a restaurant, and raise him as a mascot. Until the bandits sacked the village, he shot the bandit leader through the throat with an arrow. Later, the imperial army knelt all over my farmyard and said, "See the general." My sick husband-in-law wiped the blood, and there seemed to be a hint of innocence on his face: "Madam, shall we still eat braised pork tonight?" Strong alliances, marriage first, love later, making a fortune through farming, food management, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers