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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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Chapter 29: How Could This Little Brat Have Come Up with This Thing?

By the time Feng Xuxu arrived outside the ancestral hall, she saw that it was surrounded by three layers of villagers on the inside and outside. Groups of three to five huddled together, whispering and discussing amongst themselves. About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed when the village chief appeared before everyone, followed by respected elders from the clan. The village chief cleared his throat and looked at his fellow villagers, "Today at the end of You Time, each family should send a representative to the hall for a meeting—let everyone know to pass the message around."

"Chief, what's the matter, can't you tell us now?" Feng Laohan, who was closest to the village chief, asked with a mischievous grin.

"Haha, you old simpleton, you look so naïve, but in fact, you're clever enough," another villager about the same age as Laohan—a twenty-three or twenty-four-year-old—teased Feng Laohan in front of everyone.