Chapter 1
Early spring. The mountains are misty. A frail figure runs down the slope, carrying a bamboo basket on his back. […]
【Dual purity / irresistible / mild chasing wife / 1v1 farming / Wife as little sunshine × Stubborn husband】
Yuan Zhao is getting married.
And he’s marrying the sickly man from the neighboring Qingluan Village.
On the wedding day, the groom carries a bundle on his left shoulder, holds his younger brother with his right arm, and walks behind his in-laws with a smile on his face.
Behind them, the uncle and aunt’s family wear gloomy expressions.
Before entering his in-laws’ house, Yuan Zhao already knew the situation: a poor family returning to the village, and even having a simple thatched house to shelter from the wind and rain was a blessing.
His husband, at that moment, was still unconscious due to severe injury—Yuan Zhao’s marriage was intended to bring him luck and revive him.
Yuan Zhao is diligent and takes care of everything in his new family. His younger brother no longer suffers from bullying, and the person he’s grateful to lies quietly beside him every night.
But this peaceful life doesn’t last long, because Shi Wuxiang awakens.
This man, normally serene and almost indifferent, furrows his brows harshly upon learning Yuan Zhao’s identity:
“Male husband? Underage? This is illegal!”
“Why is marriage illegal?” Yuan Zhao’s youthful face shows doubt—did he discover a trick?
How can a man marry another man? How can a man have children?
The shock is so great that when he awakens fully, he sees the chocolate-skinned young man poking and fussing over him—and he nearly faints again…
“Don’t faint! We have no money for medicine at home!”
“…I’m really not ready to face this.”
“Am I bad? I have strength, and I work hard! Even the old widower in our village—” Ptooey!
Shi Wuxiang studies him, feeling that this situation defies his former beliefs, yet ultimately succumbs to reality.
“I never imagined marrying a man. You’ve worked hard caring for me; I’ll support you until you turn eighteen. Then you’ll leave obediently, alright?”
“You should still stay unconscious; nothing you say is pleasant to hear!”
“You! You… have no respect!”
In the end, Yuan Zhao agrees.
Three years later, on a quiet morning, he carries a bundle on his left shoulder, holds his younger brother with his right hand, and leaves just as he did on the day he arrived—peacefully and without fuss.
During these years, Shi Wuxiang has become a teacher, often telling him to be honest and trustworthy.
He knows those words were meant for Yuan Zhao.
When he wakes, expecting to embrace Yuan Zhao, he finds nothing, only seeing a crudely written note on the table—realizing that Yuan Zhao has left.
“Damn it!”
“This one really is obedient!”
Early spring. The mountains are misty. A frail figure runs down the slope, carrying a bamboo basket on his back. […]
The old blind man parted ways with them halfway. Yuan Zhao held Yuan Yuan’s hand, following the woman in stunned
Through chance, Yuan Zhao and the others rescued a villager’s son. After some struggle, the family came to the Shi
Yuan Zhao quietly covered him with the quilt. The doctor had just finished taking his pulse, so he was likely
Yuan Zhao washed the bowl, slung the basket over his back, and hurried into the mountain. He wasn’t only looking
The next day, Yuan Zhao rose at first light, dressed, and reheated the leftover noodle dumpling soup from last night,
Everything went according to Yuan Zhao’s plan. The next day, before dawn, Yuan Zhao and Shi Wuxiang set off for
Even though Shi Wuxiang had secured the position, Yuan Zhao didn’t dare spend recklessly. His money was tightly clutched, only
Shi Wuxiang woke early, though his side was empty. He could hear faint activity outside and got ready. He had
The bamboo grove had no owner. Ever since Yuan Zhao could remember, it existed. In spring, when shoots sprouted, villagers
Shi Wuxiang was speechless at the question. First day at work—what was there to celebrate? He had only bought the
With an ox to help, the work went smoothly. That vast, seemingly endless plot of land was plowed in just
Shi Wuxiang was upright and strict by nature. Combined with his high intelligence and the memories of the original occupant,
“Master Shi, that young man from your village is here looking for you. He’s carrying a basket—seems like something urgent.”
Yuan Zhao even spent five hundred coins on a supposedly excellent wolf-hair brush. The handle was engraved with an elegant
Spring rains came one after another. The crops began to sprout, and life grew busier. Madam Shi stayed home sewing,
Shi Wuxiang also returned home through the rain. Not seeing Yuan Zhao at the village entrance, he knew Yuan Zhao
Yuan Zhao looked at their full baskets and felt a surge of joy. They had gathered even more than last
The chicken seller was called Zhao San’er. After giving Yuan Zhao plenty of tips, he went around Qingluan Village selling
They soon arrived in town and parted as usual in front of Xiangxiang Tower. Shi Wuxiang kept reminding him repeatedly