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Farmer Husband Is A Scholar; Hubby, Be My Teacher!

#System, #Farming, #Embroidery, #Education, #Cattles After drowning in the ocean, Tang Yu, a famous fashion designer from America, woke up as the magistrate's lazy daughter, who had been recently married off into a farmer's family! But, Tang Yu wasn't horrified, but thrilled. "I love adventure! Ancient China is just wow!" People: "Your culinary skills are the greatest of all time! I heard you cooked for the emperor's birthday banquet! Whom did you learn it from?" Tang Yu: Thank you. My mother-in-law taught me. Mother-in-law: But my cooking skill isn't half as good as yours! People: You harvested three silos of rice this year, which no other family has ever produced individually in the village! How did you do that? Tang Yu: It's four actually, and my father-in-law taught me. Father-in-law: Why could I myself never harvest a full silos though? People: You just took a dive in the river, and got up with an armful of fish! Do you have magic or what? Tang Yu: Nice joke, but my brother-in-law taught me. Brother-in-law: It takes me a day to catch four fish! People: Empress said the hanfu she donned in the lantern festival was designed by you! Where did you pick up such great skills? Tang Yu: Oh, my sister-in-law taught me. Sister-in-law: But, I never got any order from a big family! Not even from the village head's family! People: You become the district topper in the board examination! Who is your teacher? How much did you pay? Tang Yu blushed: My husband taught me for free. Husband: That's a lie, wife paid the tuition fees with her wobbly legs and broken voice.

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Force-feeding Bitter Medicine.

Mu Yunsheng's eyes held her gaze, as he said, "I'm not asking you to sit this fever out, but your work has to be limited to light chores which involve less body movements. By the way, one less pair of hands won't make a big difference, if you choose not to take part in any household works for two to three days."

Song Huan bent her gaze at her son. The furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes spoke loudly about her displeasure at the sentences.

Mu Yunsheng saw it from his peripheral vision. "Sweating out a fever is nothing but a myth. Exhausting yourself physically will halt the healing process. Then, we have to stop our work to take care of you. I can't face your father's outbursts." He prayed for Tang Yu to perceive his actual intention behind the words. "He will throw tantrums and set tongues wagging in my village. Who would want that?"

Song Huan calmed down, understanding her son's intention.

Tang Yu nodded after staring at Mu Yunsheng for a few seconds.