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Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

“That’s a jinx and must be rid of. It’s that or you and your family get out of here.” Su Xiaolu was transmigrated into this world as a newborn, and the instant she opened her eyes, she was deemed a burden and a jinx by a venomous grandmother-in-law. Her father, Su Sanlang, gritted his teeth and said, “Alright then, you can separate us from the family and we’ll leave.” For the sake of keeping her alive, they were forced to leave the main family and start a new life elsewhere. They ventured into a new profession, went hunting, and their lives gradually improved. Despite being called a jinx, she became the apprentice of a divine physician at the age of three, inherited his legacy, and became known to the world. She treated her brothers’ brain disease and her eldest brother became a profound martial artist while her second brother became a scholar. They all brought glory to their family. Now a divine physician herself and well-versed in nutritious recipes, she owned the largest restaurant in the Zhou Dynasty and earned so much money that she couldn’t possibly finish spending them in ten lives. Her family grew more prosperous and their horrible relatives showed up, trying to ride their coattails. Su Xiaolu smirked. “Close the gates and release the tiger!”

Skin White As Snow · 歴史
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1029 Chs

Su Xiaozhi's Hardships

翻訳者: Atlas Studios 編集者: Atlas Studios

Su Xiaozhi calmly wiped the tears off her face and said gently to Madam Cao with an empty bowl, "Mother, rest well. I'll go out and take a look."

Who else would come to this house? Su Xiaozhi could not think of anyone else. Hu Daniu and Madam Cao were seriously ill. She borrowed money from her relatives because Hu Daniu had not recovered for a few months. Madam Cao's eyes had not recovered, and no one in the family was willing to borrow money anymore.

They even distanced themselves from her family.

Who else would come to their house?

Su Xiaozhi was puzzled when she heard a familiar voice.

"You must be Shuangshuang. I'm your third uncle. This is your third aunt. Where's your mother?"

Su Sanlang looked at the thin Hu Shuangshuang and his heart ached. He spoke gently to Hu Shuangshuang.

Madam Zhao's expression was gentle and tender.