Synopsis
Transmigrated into a plain farming family in ancient times — five mu of scraggly land, two houses falling apart, and a body that came with years of slow-wittedness but at least some brute strength. The parents had no real talents to speak of. And the newly-wed husband who had just moved into her home? Scrawny, confused-looking, like he still hadn't figured out where he was. Jiang Mixia eyed the steamed buns, mentally prepared herself to work her fingers to the bone. Then her husband went up the mountain to gather firewood and came back with silver. Went to the river…
