Traveling Through Those Years Of Farming (Quick Transmigration) - Volume 4 Chapter 27 (Final Chapter)

Baobao felt that her older cousin had been acting strangely lately. She was always nowhere to be found, and whenever Baobao tried to tag along, she would block her and refuse.

Logically, Baobao understood that Lin Yu was already an adult and deserved her own private space, but emotionally, Baobao still felt a little left out.

Before long, however, she learned the reason behind Lin Yu’s strange behavior.

A matchmaker came to propose. The suitor was the hunter Han Kui, whom they had met once before. He showed genuine sincerity. 

Ge Shiyan did not give an immediate answer, but judging from her attitude, she was quite satisfied with him. Among all the men who had come to propose, Han Kui was already considered one of the better choices.

He was capable, his family’s circumstances were decent, and in the Han family—aside from one married daughter—he was the only son. There would be no trouble with brothers or sisters-in-law. Having personally seen Han Kui, Ge Shiyan thought that with his height and strong build, even if he did not hunt, he would never starve—whether doing hired labor or farming.

His only drawback was the danger of hunting in the mountains. But even if a man wasn’t a hunter, who could guarantee he would not die early from an accident or illness?

Overall, Ge Shiyan considered Han Kui quite a good match. Still, she was only an aunt—whether to accept depended on Lin Yu herself.

When Baobao saw the perfectly measured mix of shyness and satisfaction in Lin Yu’s expression, she felt puzzled. 

Shyness was normal, but not even a trace of surprise? Did her cousin not wonder why the Han family suddenly came to propose?

It felt as if Lin Yu had known ahead of time.

Thinking back to all those times Lin Yu slipped out alone, Baobao had a suspicion—her cousin might be courting someone, and that someone was that bear-like, towering man who could flatten a wife with one punch.

With her cousin’s future settled, Baobao was happy for her. But remembering Han Kui’s terrifying physique, she grew anxious.

If he bullied her cousin, neither she nor Fu Shinian could defend her. They would both go down in a single punch.

Lin Yu’s marriage proceeded quickly. 

In the countryside, they were not young anymore—nineteen and seventeen. After the betrothal gift and choosing an auspicious date, Lin Yu left Ge Shiyan’s home as a bride.

Ge Shiyan was petty and sharp-minded, but Lin Yu had been raised for many years in her household and was diligent and helpful. When she married out, Ge Shiyan did not keep a single piece of the betrothal gifts and even contributed her own silver.

Baobao and Fu Shinian naturally didn’t hold back. Baobao slipped a piece of “fried chicken wing–flavored” rough jade—claiming she bought it with her own pocket money and that it might yield jade.

Fu Shinian gifted ten hand-copied primers, originally prepared for a future nephew or niece.

Because of Ge Shiyan’s influence, even the relatives from the Ge family added gifts. Though small, they were sincere.

As for Fu Dayan—her actual uncle—he contributed nearly all the silver he had saved. Though she was his own niece, he had cared for her far less than Ge Shiyan all these years. Seeing this girl—so much like his late sister—stand before him in a bright red wedding dress filled his heart with joy.

“Uncle, I’ve already discussed it with Han Kui. In the future, he and I will support you in your old age.”

For years, Lin Yu had wished her uncle and aunt could reconcile, but the hope grew smaller as she grew older.

Because of Fu Shichun and Ma Meifang, the couple’s rift ran too deep. Her uncle carried guilt, but her aunt could never forget that, when Baobao’s life was on the line, he still chose his eldest son.

Fu Shinian and Ge Shiyan were not heartless. They would not let him starve, but living together happily again was impossible.

Lin Yu remembered her uncle’s kindness, but she also respected her loving aunt. 

So she came up with this solution—to care for her uncle herself.

As an orphan raised in her uncle’s home, supporting him was not inappropriate. But she knew married daughters rarely returned home, much less supported a maternal uncle. She needed her husband’s agreement.

Han Kui was ideal. He technically had a mother, but the old woman hated mountain life and lived year-round beside her daughter’s home, supported by the daughter and son-in-law. Han Kui simply supplemented them with meat or money when he came down the mountain.

Thus, supporting her uncle was no problem. No elder would interfere.

Seeing his niece covered by the red bridal veil, Fu Dayan burst into tears.

How fortunate he was to have such a filial niece. Yet deep down, he felt ashamed—his wife, his younger son, and even this niece he barely raised were all so good that it only deepened the torment in his heart.

On Lin Yu’s wedding night, Baobao had another dream—a dream about this world’s original story.

It turned out her cousin was a reborn girl. No wonder Baobao had sensed something off.

Not every reborn heroine had the ability to dominate fate. Lin Yu was an ordinary protagonist. She had no cheat-like abilities, only diligence and resilience. Even after being battered by fate, she did not lose her kindness.

In the original story, when Lin Yu was reborn, the original body was already dead. The foster mother had already severed ties with the Fu family. Though Lin Yu tried hard to mend the relationship, she could not stop her foster mother’s grief and anger.

Ge Shiyan did not care for Lin Yu’s efforts—she hated everything related to the Fu family because the original body’s death was too painful. Eventually, Lin Yu had to give up.

Knowing Fu Shichun and Ma Meifang’s nature, Lin Yu turned her efforts toward opening her uncle’s eyes. But she was still young and worn down by life. She was soon exposed by them.

In another staged “accident,” she was abandoned in the mountains and survived only because the young hunter Han Kui rescued her. That was how their relationship began.

…

Then followed a long struggle between Lin Yu and the Fu family, and a growing bond between her and Han Kui. In the end, the wicked received retribution, and Lin Yu lived happily with Han Kui and her uncle.

When Baobao awoke, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though her presence had changed many things in this life, Lin Yu still ended up with the original male lead. Their fate must be deep.

Baobao patted her tiny chest in relief. She no longer needed to worry about her cousin being flattened with one punch.

Half a month after Lin Yu’s marriage, news came from the county about Fu Guangyuan.

Many students had bought fake exam papers, but Fu Guangyuan’s behavior was the worst. He bought a set and then resold it to several classmates. The money he earned was already spent. 

Buying and reselling—multiple offenses—earned him a sentence of seven years’ exile to the Western Regions, and a lifetime ban from the imperial examinations.

Fu Shichun and Ma Meifang had known their son was buying exam papers and not only failed to stop him but funded him. They were flogged thirty strokes each—barely surviving.

Dragged home by their daughter, Fu Lianqiao, before their wounds even healed, they then turned around and sold her. Coincidentally, the buyer was the very same man who, in the original story, married Lin Yu and beat her to death while she was pregnant.

He did not care about the Fu family’s ruined reputation. Fu Lianqiao was still a virgin and reasonably pretty. He paid a high bride price. Whether she lived or died afterward no longer concerned the Fu family.

The day she was taken away, her screams echoed throughout Da’ao Village. But her parents remained unmoved.

In their minds, daughters were nothing compared to sons. 

The money from selling her was used to bribe officials so their son would be treated well on the road to exile.

Seven years was long, but if he survived, they planned to marry him to a widow, have a grandson, and continue life.

They did not feel guilty. The buyer was at least a man prepared to “live a proper life” with her—not a brothel owner. That was already mercy, in their eyes.

They even imagined that once she adapted, she might help her parents again.

Now they had only one acre left, and their health was failing. Saving enough for a future bride for their son was almost impossible.

They worked desperately and waited… And waited…

The next year, news came—Fu Lianqiao had been beaten to death while pregnant. One corpse, two lives.

Still, they waited…

Seven years passed. Fu Guangyuan never returned.

Another seven years passed. He still did not return.

In torment and nightmares, the couple eventually died. In their final moments, they seemed to see a woman waving from the deep pond—and a cold-eyed man standing beside her.

Their lips moved soundlessly, but they understood:

She was asking why killing her had not been enough—why they had gone on to raise two children who nearly caused her daughter’s death.

They were the Tao family couple. Back then, Fu Shinian’s fall into the pond truly had not been an accident.

In the end, karma had come.

Three years later

Today was a double-joy day for the Fu family. After three more years of study, Fu Shinian sat for the exam again and, by luck, passed at the very end of the ranking—becoming a juren. At the same time, he finally married the little bride who had been raised alongside him.

The wedding rituals were elaborate. Fortunately, he had a reliable cousin-in-law—now fully transformed into a towering black bear of a man—who helped drive away all the noisy relatives and left the courtyard for the newlyweds.

Before the wedding, Fu Shinian had secretly been exercising. Now he walked steadily, lifted Baobao in a princess carry, and brought her into their room.

“Bang—”

The door slammed shut!

After three years, he finally understood the right way to close a door:

Close it— But keep your wife inside.

A joyous occasion indeed. A joyous occasion!