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

[Retired Workaholic x Transmigrated Countryside Life x Rugged Veteran x Raising Adorable Kids x Magical Well Water x Slow-Paced Farming]

Su Xiaoman was an overworked corporate drone in her previous life. She opened her eyes to find herself in the 1980s, on her way to being married off in place of someone else by her biological and adoptive parents.

The original owner feared hardship and poverty, but Su Xiaoman was overjoyed. She had escaped the 996 work schedule for good and even gotten three mu of rich black soil for free! This wasn't punishment. It was a retirement perk.

On the day she moved in, a bowl of hot porridge and a few persimmons warmed the hearts of several little ones and brought some order to the scattered Lu family.

Faced with a garden full of wasteland, she calmly instructed the rugged veteran, "Soak the ground thoroughly first, then let it sit overnight before turning it over."

But the veteran was curious, too. Ever since his wife arrived, everything around them had been strange.

The soil was strange: a little water poured on it, and overnight the hard earth turned dark and rich. The persimmons were strange, too: she planted the same seedlings as everyone else, yet hers tasted as sweet as honey.

Lu Shoutian had thought he'd married a pampered princess, but ever since his wife arrived, warmth seemed to fill every corner of the house.

She patiently embroidered crooked little flowers onto the children's clothes. She let them run barefoot and make a mess in the mud as they learned to farm. Even the quietest one, Zhiheng, finally had a spark of life in his eyes.

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

Lu Shoutian watched the children chase one another around the courtyard and Xiaoman laugh in their midst, her eyes crinkled with joy. The doubts in his heart were gradually replaced by a tender ache that burned within him.

He stared at the garden that had come back to life overnight, then at his little wife sprawled across the kang, and furrowed his brow.

"Su Xiaoman, who are you, exactly?"

Su Xiaoman rolled over and, half asleep, burrowed into his arms. Her voice was muffled. "A farmer... Don't make a racket,