Marrying the Sickly Groom for Luck

Dinner was noodle soup. Yuan Zhao made the noodles himself—they were chewy and flavorful, and with rich broth poured over […]

The rain fell all night. It wasn’t heavy, but it never stopped, drizzling continuously. For farmers who depended on the

“Zhaoge’er, rest for a while!” Madam Shi Zhangshi watched helplessly as Yuan Zhao kept hauling buckets of water to irrigate

At first, he assumed the magistrate was joking. But there was no reason for him to fabricate such a discussion—if

“I’m back.” Yuan Zhao did not return the ox cart first this time. He planned to first go into the

As the weather grew hotter, farmers lived by the mood of the heavens. If the rain didn’t come, they had

By the time they reached town, the streets were already lined with vendors preparing to open their stalls. They had

“I’m going out for a while.” After Shi Wuxiang finished speaking with Shi Qingyue, he came out with him. He

Dawn came quickly, and the morning air was still damp when Yuan Zhao planned to go into the mountains again.

They soon arrived in town and parted as usual in front of Xiangxiang Tower. Shi Wuxiang kept reminding him repeatedly

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