Chapter 436: Day 1 into the Farming Story

Chapter 436: The First Day of Transmigrating into a Farming Story

The muddy ground by the riverbank was a mess of trampled footprints.

A group of villagers stood in a circle, and in the middle, lying on the wet mud, was a person—his face pale as a ghost, his drenched coarse hemp clothes clinging to his skinny frame, still dripping water.

Two farmers had just dragged him out of the river and were now panting and wiping water off their faces.

"What a tragedy! Why would Liu Geer go and do something like this..."

"It's all his in-laws' fault! Ever since that Li guy croaked, his mother-in-law hasn't given him the time of day!"

"I heard yesterday they wouldn't even let him eat—he went a whole day without a bite!"

"At the end of the day, he's still their own daughter-in-law. How can they be so cold-hearted?"

"Oh, don't say that—who's to say that Li fella wasn't done in by him!"

"......"

A jumble of voices buzzed all at once.

An older woman crouched down to check if the young man lying there was still breathing. Just as her fingers got close, the man suddenly coughed violently, river water spilling from his lips as his body curled up and trembled.

"He's awake! He's awake!"

The crowd buzzed.

The man's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was unfocused at first, staring blankly at the curious dark faces above him, then slowly came into focus.

"This... where is this?" His voice was weak and raspy, and for a moment, everything went quiet.

Then someone yelped, "Oh no! Damn, the water really scrambled his brains! He doesn't even know where his own home is!"

The man froze, his eyes going a little wide, clearly caught off guard by that.

But he quickly dropped his gaze, his long wet hair plastered to his pale cheeks, hiding most of his face as he kept up the frail act and asked softly again: "I... what happened to me?"

"You jumped into the river, Liu Geer!" A woman carrying a basket slapped her thigh. "How could you be so dead set on dying! If Brother Wang and the others hadn't happened to pass by and spot you, you'd be a goner!"

The man's fingers curled a little, then relaxed.

He slowly pushed himself up on his arms, trying to sit, and as he moved, his gaze quietly swept over his surroundings—run-down houses, villagers in old-timey clothes, farmland stretching off in the distance, and the river that had just swallowed him.

A flicker of shock and confusion crossed his eyes before settling into a forced calm.

An Yi leaned against an old willow tree not far off, pulling the dog-tail grass he'd been chewing out of his mouth and twirling it slowly between his fingers.

He listened to the comment section going off in his ears:

"Here we go! The classic transmigration question!"

"Who am I? Where am I? What happened to me?"

"Widowed husband opening... honestly, I'm here for the hot widowed husband from the synopsis! (Dog head)"

"Same here!"

"Who isn't, honestly? (Silly face)"

"Been hyped since the synopsis—hot widowed husband × stuffy scholar. I'm basic, I love this!"

"(Yellow bean heart eyes) (Yellow bean heart eyes)"

"......"

An Yi listened, the smile in his eyes growing deeper.

Old friend, "meeting" you again.

An Yi turned his gaze to the riverbank—yep, that young man, quietly casing his surroundings while soaked to the bone, was none other than the protagonist of the novel he'd transmigrated into this time: Jiang Chiliu.

A modern soul, owner of a chain restaurant, who died in a car crash and opened his eyes to find himself in this ancient world that never existed in history.