“Old Fourth’s wife, once the chores are done, go feed your husband first…”
“Alright, Mother.”
Lin Shiqi quickly scooped a full bowl of coarse grain rice from the pot, topped it with plenty of vegetables, and walked toward the dilapidated earthen house to the west.
It had been two days since she transmigrated, and she had already adapted to the local customs.
This was the Zhou family of Taohua Village. She wasn’t sure which era of ancient history this was, but it was a remote, impoverished place. Most of the villagers lived a miserable existence, never knowing where their next meal would come from.
The Zhou family had many able-bodied men, so their living conditions were considered slightly better in the village; at least they could eat two meals a day.
The Zhou family had five sons and two daughters.
Most were already married, and she was the child bride of Zhou Lao Si.
Zhou Lao Si was a simpleton. He was eighteen this year, but his intelligence was that of a one- or-two-year-old. He couldn’t take care of his own basic needs and relied entirely on others.
The original owner of this body was also named Lin Shiqi. She had starved to death. Every time it was time to eat, Granny Zhou would send her to feed her husband. By the time she coaxed the simpleton into finishing his meal and went back to eat herself, only a few scraps remained on the table. She had a weak and cowardly temperament and didn’t dare to protest. Due to various reasons, she eventually starved herself to death.
But now, Lin Shiqi had transmigrated into her place.
She wasn’t as stubborn as the original owner. She could let anyone go hungry, but she wouldn’t let herself starve.
Feeding him?
She would just scoop a little extra when no one was looking.
She would fill her own stomach first, then give the simpleton whatever was left.
One had to be flexible in life.
Lin Shiqi pushed open the door to the earthen room. Her simpleton husband was squatting on the kang bed, playing with his rattle drum.
The simpleton’s looks were actually top-tier: sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, a straight bridge of the nose, and a handsome face. Even his skin was a rare, radiant fair complexion.
What a handsome young man.
Just looking at him was enough to make her want to eat another bowl of rice.
A pity he was a fool.
The original owner had been a kind person, and her feelings for this foolish husband were complicated. Most of the time, she looked after him as if he were her son.
As for the current Lin Shiqi—she didn’t have such a big son!
“Hey, dummy. You play for a bit while I eat my fill, then I’ll feed you.” Lin Shiqi entered the room, shut the door, and began to eat.
In this era of scarcity, even a bowl of coarse grain rice tasted wonderful.
It was better than starving to death.
“Sigh, life in my previous world was better. Everything was available, and I had a phone to go online…”
She felt melancholy.
Just as she was lamenting, she suddenly heard a voice.
“If you eat it all, what are you going to give me?”
She instinctively looked up toward the source of the voice!
The simpleton on the bed was staring at her coldly.
“You—you can talk?” Lin Shiqi felt as if she had seen a ghost.
The simpleton’s stomach let out a loud growl. He tossed the rattle drum aside. “Woman, I order you to go get another bowl for this young master.”
Lin Shiqi was even more stunned now.
Was she hallucinating?
Why did Zhou Lao Si’s tone sound so much like Zhou Lang?
In her previous life, she and Zhou Lang were a couple who were together in name only. The Zhou family was the wealthiest in the country, and Zhou Lang was the sole heir—a classic overbearing CEO. He only married her because their elders had arranged a betrothal when they were children.
She, on the other hand, was just a food content creator with a few hundred thousand followers.
The two of them were worlds apart.
They disliked each other and looked down on one another; Zhou Lang even had a “white moonlight” first love in his heart.
In public, they were polite and courteous, but in private, they bickered every time they met, unable to get along and living separate lives.
Lin Shiqi’s transmigration happened because she and Zhou Lang were attending a charity event for the group’s image when an earthquake suddenly struck. The building collapsed, and they were crushed to death.
Could it be that Zhou Lang had transmigrated with her?
“Zhou Lang?” Lin Shiqi called out tentatively, not quite daring to believe it.
To her surprise, the simpleton on the bed responded, “Woman, speak with more respect. Is my name something you can just throw around as you please?”
“Pfft!”
Lin Shiqi couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“Hahaha! Zhou Lang, it really is you! You transmigrated too! Hahahaha…”
Zhou Lang was somewhat annoyed by her laughter. He had actually realized something was wrong two days ago, but his composure as a man kept him from making a scene.
He had maintained the status quo.
After two days of observation, Lin Shiqi’s every move had long been exposed to him.
He knew that this child bride had been taken over by Lin Shiqi.
Lin Shiqi had been feeding him her leftovers and saliva every day; he truly couldn’t take it anymore and couldn’t keep up the act.
He said coldly, “Laugh, keep laughing. What’s so funny? You’re eating this pig food with such gusto.”
Lin Shiqi laughed even louder.
“Right, right, right. Pig food isn’t good enough for you, Young Master Zhou. If you’re so capable, why don’t you transmigrate back and eat your delicacies? Why are you sitting here putting on airs!”
Zhou Lang’s expression turned noticeably ugly.
He had been lying low for two days.
If he had a way to transmigrate back, would he be sitting here playing a fool?
“Lin Shiqi, talk properly. Put aside our past grievances and let’s talk business.”
Lin Shiqi stopped laughing. “Fine, you speak.”
Two heads were better than one.
Neither of them wanted to stay here; they had to work together to find a way.
In their previous lives, they never had a common hobby or goal. Now that they had transmigrated, they finally had one.
“We must have been crushed at the same time and triggered some kind of chance that made us transmigrate together. You’ve been outside these past two days; do you know what dynasty or background we’re in?” Zhou Lang asked.
Lin Shiqi shook her head. “I haven’t figured that out yet. I only know this is Taohua Village. The Zhou family has a lot of people: five sons, and you’re the fourth. You have an eldest brother, a second brother, and a third brother who are all married. There’s also an eldest sister who is already married off. The fifth brother is an apprentice in the county town, and there’s a younger sister who isn’t married yet. Plus, a whole bunch of nephews and nieces…”
At that moment, Zhou Lang’s eyebrows twitched. “Taohua Village? The Zhou family? When the earthquake happened, were you listening to a novel on your headphones?”
Lin Shiqi suddenly remembered.
“Yes… you were eavesdropping on my headphones?”
When she was doing charity work with Zhou Lang, she was just a figurehead and was bored to death.
She had put on her headphones to listen to a random novel.
She had accidentally clicked on a male-frequency novel. What was it called again?
The First Young Preceptor of Dayu!
It told the story of a farm boy in Dayu named Zhou Qinan.
The young Zhou Qinan was born into a farming family. His parents were the first branch of the Zhou family, but they were disliked and bullied by everyone. They suffered under the torment of a wicked grandmother. Zhou Qinan first led his parents to split from the family and escape the grandmother’s control, then he plotted to ensure the rest of the Zhou family met miserable ends. Afterward, he went through the imperial examinations and eventually rose to prominence.
It was a total power-fantasy story!
In the two days since she transmigrated, she hadn’t thought about it in that way.
Now that Zhou Lang had reminded her!
Thinking about the current situation again!
Could it be?
Had the two of them transmigrated into a book?
“Wait a minute. This is Taohua Village, the Zhou family, and the eldest son of the first branch… I think he is called Zhou Qinan. We really have transmigrated into a book! If nothing goes wrong, this place should be the country of Dayu…”