Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm - Chapter 251: The Saint of the Sky Demon Cult

This is a story about a graduate student of ancient Chinese who was repeatedly trampled on the road to employment, and returned to the middle of the Ming Dynasty and entered the body of a young child in a mountain village. There are many disputes in the farmyard With a dull father, a fierce mother, and a group of extremely bad relatives. Fortunately, we have thousands of years of historical accumulation, the Four Books and Five Classics, and the Eight-part Essays, and the majors are also suitable. Who says that it is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son? The national strength has risen, and the rule of law has been relaxed; the law and discipline are lax, and the official discipline is lazy; there are a few treacherous ministers, and there are also some Japanese pirates; but overall, it can be said that this is a fertile ground for the free growth of scholars and officials. A legend of the rise of a poor family also grew from here

Instead of struggling meaninglessly, he acknowledged his place.

The daughter of Prime Minister is a nympho?
The brutish Prince is her husband?
The stroppy Princess wants to kick her husband off the marriage sedan?!
“Shit! I want a divorce!”
“Why?!”
“You can’t satisfy me in bed!”
The next day, Prince Chen becomes the laughingstock of the whole Kingdom of Dayue.
How Hua Yueling, the Stroppy Princess with a soul from 21st century, will create her legendary story in this ancient world?

The village girl who was close to death from illness was about to marry, and her suitor was a strong and hearty hunter.Having time-traveled to a poor and backward mountain village, she had resigned herself to the lack of three square meals a day, but was her new body already halfway into the grave? What's more curious was that someone still wanted to marry her despite being on her deathbed?Driven by curiosity, she went ahead with the marriage, eager to see who the unlucky sap was who'd lose his betrothal gifts and even the coffin money.Cradled in his arms, her body was thin as a rake, and she really wanted to ask him, “Husband, does holding me hurt your hands?”