Chapter 1
After the autumn harvest, the last batch of rice was dried in the sun and stored in the granary. A […]
Du Heng transmigrated into a cripple, a man whom a fierce young master took home as a husband.
The young master (fierce): “Since your legs aren’t working right, don’t think about running off. Behave as my husband, and I’ll make sure you’re never hungry.”
Du Heng: …
A grown man reduced to living off someone else? Impossible! Even if he’d transmigrated, he would never submit!
—The next day, the young master returned from the fields to find the yard filled with the dirty clothes he had changed out of the night before, and three perfectly cooked dishes on the table.
Du Heng: As long as I cooked it myself, it doesn’t count as living off anyone.
—That night, Du Heng was about to blow out the lamp and sleep, when the young master walked in, stripping off clothes as he climbed into bed.
Young master: “Let’s take care of things while there’s free time. Lie still, I’ll handle it.”
Du Heng clenched the corner of his blanket with gritted teeth. He hadn’t even had a romantic encounter before—this was only the third day they’d met! No way would he yield!
—The following year, the little one ran around the yard. Du Heng put down his book with a sigh, picked up the child, and went to call his husband home for dinner.
Tags: Parenthood, Transmigration, Farming Life, Sweet Romance
Characters: Du Heng, Qin Xiaoman
Brief summary: If I cook it myself, it’s not freeloading.
Theme: The simple life is the true life.
After the autumn harvest, the last batch of rice was dried in the sun and stored in the granary. A […]
Saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. That thought popped into Qin Xiaoman’s head. He dropped
Du Heng, still under the blanket, pulled the clothes left by the boy over himself. The trousers were easy enough—he
“Which shameless scoundrel dares run wild in your house?” The man rolled up his sleeves and stormed toward the door
Qin Xiong sized up Du Heng from head to toe. Du Heng wore his late brother’s old clothes. Though their
Du Heng followed Xiaoman into one of the rooms. The Qin house was the common “dustpan” layout: three sides of
“Ah, look how fierce Young Master Xiaoman is. From now on, we’re all villagers from the same village. We only
Qin Xiong was quite satisfied with this visit. He didn’t say much to Du Heng, delivered the goods, and left
Inside, Du Heng pulled out an embroidery needle. He had seen villagers use these on the sunny plains to pick
During the twelfth month, everyone prepared for the new year, cleaning and stocking up. The first month was New Year,
In the vegetable patch, there was a section of chili plants, which were still flourishing. But winter had yellowed the
By noon, the crowd thinned. Du Heng had a few chilies and two radishes left. Seeing the diminishing foot traffic,
“What else can I do? Sleep together!” Xiaoman’s eyes sparkled as he eagerly snuggled into the bed, nestling into Du
Du Heng followed Xiaoman to the village’s only doctor’s house. In the morning wind, the small courtyard was crowded. The
When Xiaoman returned home, he brought not only a pig’s foot but also a pig’s liver. He handed some money
By evening, the smell of cooking drifted from the Qin family kitchen out to the street outside their stone-walled yard.
After selling his goods, Qin Xiaoman didn’t wait for Qin Xiong’s ox cart. He bought a few items in the
The next day, shortly after Qin Xiaoman left, Wang Zhuzi came by to see Du Heng. “How did you know
They talked a while longer. As night fell, Du Heng sent Zhuzi home with a bowl of pig’s blood. By
“…” Qin Xiaozhu’s face turned pale. Just as he was about to speak, Qin Xiaoman returned, carrying the basket. “What