Zhao Yangyang has only just arrived in this freezing mountain village, shivering uncontrollably, and already feels like a complete outsider. How many years has it been since she last saw a wood-burning stove? It feels like centuries.
That's right. I really did come from centuries in the future.
The people around her sigh at her silly appearance.
"Why did Fourth Brother bring home a silly wife?!"
"Because he couldn't afford a proper bride. Otherwise, who could afford to feed another mouth?"
"It's such a shame. Fourth Brother is such a good young man."
Under the willow tree at the village entrance, the local gossip center has an endless supply of "incidents."
He actually touched me? Oh, he was washing my feet!
Then was I unable to take care of myself before?
How did I go to the bathroom?
"The fool can talk now?"
"What? The fool even saved someone?"
"Well, looks like we've found a treasure."
She never imagined she'd live such a comfortable life after transmigrating to the unknown Great Hui Kingdom.
So many things she'd never seen before, yet she can make them with ease.
This husband of hers is almost sickeningly sweet.
Maybe Heaven thought her previous life had been too hard.
She lays out two or three wild fruits, bows to the heavens three times, and prays: In the next life, may I meet you again.