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Unlimited estates for rural beauty

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father. Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?” Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed. In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

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500 Chs

Chapter 209: Celebrating Longevity (5)

"My thanks to you, Eunuch." She bowed slightly toward the Eunuch, then turned to follow the Palace Maid through the crowd.

As she entered the throng of people, she saw groups of three to five, noblewomen leading their daughters as they weaved through the crowd, or clusters of friends covering their mouths in giggles. Feng Xuxu passed through the garden to the Plum Forest, and looking at the white plum blossoms on the branches, she recited a line from Lun Meipo's poetry without thinking, "The plum and the snow vie for the beauty of spring, neither willing to submit, as the literati struggle to capture their essence. Yet the plum concedes three parts white to the snow, while the snow admits to the plum's superior scent."