The Bully General's Spiritual Husband

Yin Baicai's family lived at the end of the village. Not many people lived there because it was the closest to Wutong Mountain, and people were reluctant to live there for fear that wild animals might run out from the mountain.

When Yin Baicai's neighbor, Grandma Wu, saw him return, she asked, "Where did you go, Brother Cai? I saw you go out early this morning."

"Grandma Wu, I'm going to the river to pick river snails. I'm tired of eating wild vegetables every day." He handed her the wooden bucket he was carrying.

Grandma Wu hurriedly said, "This vegetable is not tasty. It has a strong fishy smell and is full of mud and sand."

Yin Baicai laughed and said, "Grandma Wu, just you wait and see. Once I've made it, I'll bring it to you to try. I guarantee you'll want to eat it again and again."

"Why don't you come pick some vegetables from my place? We won't eat this stuff."

Yin Baicai refused him. He had been here for a month, and Wu A'nai had been feeding him vegetables for a while, so he was too embarrassed to ask for more.

The original owner was a skilled worker, but he had no choice but to leave because the family owned no land.

He can only rely on helping others plant crops, and people will give him some as a gift.

Otherwise, most of the time, the original owner and his mother would go to the mountains to find food.

Digging for wild vegetables, picking wild fruits... and if you're lucky, you might even catch a wild rabbit.

Yin Baicai still remembers when she transmigrated. The original owner of this body was cutting grass on the mountain when she saw some wood ear mushrooms on a tree and wanted to pick them to eat, but she fell off a ditch more than three meters high and died.

He was playing games with his friends at home when the power suddenly went out. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the embankment.

He woke up and looked at his body. He was slender, his hands were covered in calluses, and he was wearing coarse cloth clothes that had been washed until they were faded.

Suddenly, a memory flashed through his mind, and he realized that he had traveled through time.

They even traveled through a remote and impoverished area.

The villagers noticed his personality had changed, but it was only after he suffered the blow of his mother's death and his engagement to the village bully that he changed his ways.

Yin Baicai is someone who accepts whatever comes her way.

After accepting the offer, he enjoyed his peaceful solitary life in the village. The only downside was that he had no money and was always hungry.

The original owner and Li the bully were supposed to get married a few months ago, but his mother passed away before the wedding. According to custom, they had to observe a year of mourning for her, so the wedding had to be postponed until next year.

Yin Baicai was somewhat relieved that the original owner's wedding date had been postponed, otherwise he would have faced a storm as soon as he arrived.

He still hasn't gotten used to being a man who can have children, so the thought of marrying and having children like a girl is too terrifying for him.

Although he always portrays himself as a spirited young man in modern times, he has never even held the hand of a young girl.

I'm twenty years old and still single.

At most, I would go with my buddies to the high school gate to secretly admire handsome men and beautiful women.

He was a pure and innocent young man, and suddenly he had to marry another man. He just couldn't get over it.

After saying goodbye to Grandma Wu, Yin Baicai carried her small wooden bucket home.

The dilapidated wooden door creaked as it was pushed open. Looking at the three run-down thatched huts in front of her, Yin Baicai felt a deep sense of helplessness.

Even when he went to work in modern times, the conditions were never this harsh.

On the contrary, everyone who knew about his ordeal treated him very well.

He was young, and his mentors treated him very well when he was an apprentice.

Yin Baicai placed the river snails she had collected next to the water vat, letting the snails expel the mud, and then went to the kitchen to drink a bowl of water.

After drinking the water, he threw the grass he had cut the day before into the chicken coop.

This was the old hen that the original owner raised; the original owner's mother relied on its eggs to supplement her nutrition.

After all, all the money in the family has to go towards buying medicine.

In the early years, the money for the medicine for the original owner's mother came from the original owner's father hunting in the mountains. After his father passed away, the money came from selling the family's land.

Yin Baicai described her current home as one where even a thief would have to leave in tears.

He's been here for a month, mainly thinking about how he'll live in the future, since his family has no money or food.

He wanted to start a business, but he didn't know anything about it. He worked in a small restaurant for three years. After his mother, the hospital director, passed away, he made money by making short videos.

Even if you want to do business, you have to go to town to sell, which is far enough from Peach Blossom Village.

It takes an hour to get there by oxcart, and even longer on foot.

He really didn't want to walk anymore. When they were pretending to be energetic young men, they had to go for a stroll on the street every day, and they got thinner from walking.

If you were to do business in a village, given how poor Peach Blossom Village is, you probably wouldn't even have anyone to buy from.

Besides, with nothing to their name, what could they possibly sell?

Yin Baicai, who was constantly agonizing over how to make money, fell asleep while thinking about it.

When he woke up, the sun was about to set, so he quickly got up to check if his river snails had expelled all the mud and sand.

I picked up a few and took a look, and found that some of them hadn't been vomited up.

"It's over, we can only do it tomorrow."

Fortunately, there was still some mixed grain flour left at home. He carried the firewood next to the chicken coop back to start a fire in the stove.

His only skill right now is being able to quickly ignite the stove fire.

I remember when he first arrived, he couldn't even get a fire going for an hour, making the house a complete mess of smoke.

Grandma Wu next door thought his house was on fire, so she rushed over with a bucket of water.

He tried to live using the original owner's methods, but it still didn't work, so he had to figure it out on his own.

In the end, it was Grandma Wu who helped him start the fire.

Grandma Wu even asked him why he couldn't even start a fire, since he had never done this before, taking all the smoke from his house and letting it drift to her house.

He managed to fool people by cracking jokes.

Seeing the fire burning, Yin Baicai placed the large iron pot on it and added some water.

Then I took out a bowl with a chip in it, poured the mixed grain flour into the bowl, added water and mixed it.

Once the water in the large iron pot starts to boil, use a small wooden spoon to scoop the mixed batter from the bowl into the pot, one spoonful at a time.

I pulled out a few cloves of garlic from a corner, quickly peeled them, chopped them, threw them into the pot, and added a few grains of salt.

That's right, it's broken salt. My family was poor, so we could only afford the worst salt.

This type of crushed salt contains more impurities and comes in individual granules, making it relatively inexpensive.

After the dumplings were cooked, Yin Baicai took out a chipped bowl and scooped out the soup from the pot.

We buy all the bowls at home that have chips or cracks, because they're cheaper.

This is his dinner tonight.

He quickly finished his meal, washed the bowl, and used the still-warm stove fire from when he cooked dinner to heat up the water.

After washing up, I climbed back into my room and lay comfortably on the bed.

People in ancient times must have been so bored; they would just go to sleep as soon as it got dark.

If this were modern times, I'd be enjoying some barbecue skewers with my buddies at a street stall.

"Sigh—" Yin Baicai sighed deeply.

"In the end, the wonderful nightlife is gone. I'll think about how to make money tomorrow. I can't eat wild vegetables every day. We're running out of food and salt."

He sighed deeply once more, looking up at the sky: "Alas—"

"I want to go back to the modern era!"