A Quick 1980s Marriage to a Rugged Man Who Can’t Have Children: I Farm, Raise Kids, and Build a Fortune

[Retired Workaholic x Transmigrate to the Countryside x Demobilized Rough-Hewn Man x Cute Kids and Child-Rearing x Magical Well Water x Slow-Paced Farming]

Su Xiaoman, a corporate drone who worked herself to the bone in her previous life, opens her eyes while being sent off to marry in place of someone else by her birth parents and adoptive parents in the 1980s.

Her predecessor dreaded hardship and poverty, but Su Xiaoman couldn't be happier. She's left the 996 work schedule behind for good and even gets three mu of fertile black soil for free! This isn't punishment, it's a retirement perk.

On the day she moves in, a bowl of hot porridge and a few persimmons warm the hearts of the little ones and pull the fractured Lu family together.

Faced with a garden full of wasteland, she calmly directs the demobilized rough-hewn man. "Soak it thoroughly first, then turn the soil tomorrow."

But the rough-hewn man is puzzled too. Ever since his wife arrived, everything has been strange.

The soil is strange. A casual watering turns hard earth into rich black soil overnight. The persimmons are strange too. From the same seedlings, only hers turn out as sweet as honey.

Lu Shoutian had thought he was marrying a pampered girl, but ever since she arrived, everything has felt warmer.

She patiently embroiders crooked little flowers on the children's clothes, lets them run barefoot through the mud and play at farming, and even the quietest one, Zhiheng, finally has a spark in his eyes.

None of them has ever called her Mom, but every one of them is closer to her than anyone else.

Lu Shoutian watches the children chase one another in the yard and Xiaoman laugh in their midst, her eyes crinkled with joy. His doubts gradually give way to a tender ache that warms him to the core.

He studies the garden that has come back to life overnight, then looks at his little wife, sprawled asleep on the kang, and furrows his brow.

"Su Xiaoman, who are you, really?"

Su Xiaoman rolls over and sleepily burrows into his arms. "A farmer... Don't make a fuss,"