Marrying the Sickly Groom for Luck

The chicken seller was called Zhao San’er. After giving Yuan Zhao plenty of tips, he went around Qingluan Village selling […]

Yuan Zhao looked at their full baskets and felt a surge of joy. They had gathered even more than last

Shi Wuxiang also returned home through the rain. Not seeing Yuan Zhao at the village entrance, he knew Yuan Zhao

Spring rains came one after another. The crops began to sprout, and life grew busier. Madam Shi stayed home sewing,

Yuan Zhao even spent five hundred coins on a supposedly excellent wolf-hair brush. The handle was engraved with an elegant

“Master Shi, that young man from your village is here looking for you. He’s carrying a basket—seems like something urgent.”

Shi Wuxiang was upright and strict by nature. Combined with his high intelligence and the memories of the original occupant,

With an ox to help, the work went smoothly. That vast, seemingly endless plot of land was plowed in just

Shi Wuxiang was speechless at the question. First day at work—what was there to celebrate? He had only bought the

The bamboo grove had no owner. Ever since Yuan Zhao could remember, it existed. In spring, when shoots sprouted, villagers

Shi Wuxiang woke early, though his side was empty. He could hear faint activity outside and got ready. He had

Even though Shi Wuxiang had secured the position, Yuan Zhao didn’t dare spend recklessly. His money was tightly clutched, only

Everything went according to Yuan Zhao’s plan. The next day, before dawn, Yuan Zhao and Shi Wuxiang set off for

The next day, Yuan Zhao rose at first light, dressed, and reheated the leftover noodle dumpling soup from last night,

Yuan Zhao washed the bowl, slung the basket over his back, and hurried into the mountain. He wasn’t only looking

Yuan Zhao quietly covered him with the quilt. The doctor had just finished taking his pulse, so he was likely

Through chance, Yuan Zhao and the others rescued a villager’s son. After some struggle, the family came to the Shi

The old blind man parted ways with them halfway. Yuan Zhao held Yuan Yuan’s hand, following the woman in stunned

Early spring. The mountains are misty. A frail figure runs down the slope, carrying a bamboo basket on his back.