The Immortal Clan was established starting with the entry on the Dao of the Gou.

Spring of the twenty-seventh year of Jinghe.

Dayu, Huaizhou.

Qingshan Village, Yongning County.

"We planted half an acre of rice today."

sunset.

Jiang Yun planted her feet in the muddy field and straightened her back.

"Ouch... my back!"

For eight consecutive days, five mu of rice seedlings were planted.

My lower back and limbs are aching unbearably, and my efficiency is getting lower and lower.

"It will be dark in half an hour, we need to hurry."

Ignoring the soreness in her lower back, Jiang Yun got busy again.

Sweat drips into the muddy water without causing a ripple.

Just like Jiang Yun transmigrated to this world of cultivation.

He became a tenant farmer in Huaizhou of the State of Yu.

Without divine favor or a cheat code, they can't make any waves.

These past two years.

Jiang Yun's parents passed away one after another.

The ten mu of rice paddies and two mu of cotton fields that his family rented all fell on his shoulders.

Without cultivating the land, one cannot pay the high rents, let alone survive.

No matter how tough or tiring it is, you have to persevere.

"Alas, in my past life I was an ox or a horse, and in this life I am even worse off than an ox or a horse. When will this end?"

Jiang Yun sighed deeply.

Suddenly, a barefoot girl walked along the ridge of the field.

The girl was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with her trousers rolled up and her feet covered in mud.

"Brother Jiang Yun, I brought you some tea."

She carried a teapot in one hand and a teacup in the other as she stepped down from the paddy field ridge into the paddy field.

"Ling'er, don't move, I'm coming right now."

Jiang Yun turned around and saw that it was Fang Ling, the girl next door, and gave her a gentle smile.

"I'm already in the fields!"

Fang Ling, carrying a teapot, trudged through the paddy field to Jiang Yun.

She poured the tea into a bowl: "Brother Yun, have a bowl of tea before you get back to work."

Jiang Yun spread his five fingers with his right hand and stirred and washed the surface of the paddy field.

Then, shaking off the mud and water, he took the tea that Fang Ling handed him and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking the sweet tea, the fatigue of the whole day was somewhat relieved.

"Another bowl, please!"

After all that labor, how can a bowl of tea quench one's thirst?

A pot of tea would be more like it.

Fang Ling smiled gently, her skillful movements almost heartbreaking, as she poured three bowls of tea for Jiang Yun in a row.

While Jiang Yun was drinking tea, she tiptoed to wipe the sweat from Jiang Yun's forehead.

Unexpectedly, standing in the paddy field and tiptoeing only made him sink deeper.

The sweat hadn't been wiped away, and he lost his balance, swaying unsteadily.

Seeing that she was about to fall into the paddy field, in a panic, Fang Ling hugged Jiang Yun's waist and leaned against Jiang Yun's chest.

Fortunately, Jiang Yun stood firm enough, otherwise he might have been tackled into the mud by Fang Ling.

Fang Ling steadied herself, quickly released Jiang Yun, and blushed deeply.

"Ling'er, in three days it will be your eighteenth birthday, right?"

Jiang Yun looked down at the pretty young girl, pursed his lips, as if savoring the sweet tea.

"Yes, Ling'er is eighteen years old now."

After Fang Ling finished speaking, she remembered her engagement to Jiang Yun and lowered her head shyly.

I've been waiting for this day and night, and I'm finally eighteen!

"I will marry you on my eighteenth birthday."

Jiang Yun had been craving women for a long time.

Now that Fang Ling is about to turn eighteen, it's time for him to marry her.

Fang Ling was originally supposed to marry Jiang Yun at the age of sixteen.

At that time, Jiang Yun thought that a sixteen-year-old was still a little girl who hadn't even grown up yet.

In addition, having lived two lives, he was influenced by the moral values ​​of his previous life.

Jiang Yun then decided to wait until Fang Ling turned eighteen before marrying her.

So the two families discussed it and made a marriage agreement.

"Um."

Fang Ling nodded vigorously, a blush appearing on her face, which was slightly tanned from farm work.

At sunset.

The shy and flustered girl realized that she might have agreed too hastily.

He snatched the teacup from Jiang Yun's hand and fled with the teapot in his hand.

In the fields, the sound of feet splashing through the mud and water could be heard.

"Slow down!"

Jiang Yun quickly reminded him.

They were terrified of seeing Fang Ling fall headfirst into the muddy field.

In just a short while, Fang Ling reached the edge of the field.

Then Jiang Yun only saw a girl running barefoot along the ridge of the field, carrying a teapot in one hand and a teacup in the other.

Watching the girl's departing figure, Jiang Yun felt relieved.

Everything is destined, no one can help.

For a tenant farmer, the dream of cultivating immortality was still too far-fetched.

Using knowledge from a past life to change one's destiny and live a prosperous life is equally unattainable.

Without a powerful backer or a strong background, no matter what you manage to achieve, you'll only be doing the work for someone else.

Even worse, they might be captured by powerful figures, imprisoned in a cellar, all their creative ideas suppressed, and finally beaten to death with sticks.

"It's time to let go of those unrealistic fantasies."

"If I can get married and have a baby, even if I'm a tenant farmer for the rest of my life, at least I'll still be alive."

Jiang Yun withdrew his gaze, bent down to pick up the rice seedlings, and planted them one by one into the paddy field.

As dusk fell.

The setting sun dissipated its lingering warmth.

Jiang Yun returned home before dark.

After simply eating a bowl of pickled vegetable and brown rice porridge, I moved the water vat aside and found a cloth bag at the bottom.

There were twelve taels of silver in the bag.

This is all his possessions.

Among them were eight taels of silver, which were her parents' life savings.

The other four taels of silver were what Jiang Yun had painstakingly saved up over the past two years by farming.

When my parents were still alive, the family of three needed at least 25 taels of silver a year just to make ends meet.

The harvest from ten mu of rice paddies and two mu of cotton fields, after paying half of the rent, would only yield about 23 taels of silver a year.

It's simply not enough for daily food, clothing, and other necessities.

After her parents passed away, Jiang Yun was left all alone at home.

There's no way to keep up with the workload of twelve acres of land.

Especially during the rush to harvest early rice and plant late rice.

Not only do they need to work at night, but they also need to spend money to hire day laborers.

In addition, sometimes the crop yield is not ideal.

It is truly not easy to save two taels of silver in a year.

If someone falls ill and is unable to work, it will not only affect the harvest, but also require money to treat the illness.

This makes it even more difficult.

In Qingshan Village, nearly 40% of the tenant farmers live on loans.

In spring, I borrowed a bushel of rice; in autumn, I returned two bushels.

This vicious cycle continues, and it's unclear when it will end.

Jiang Yun always had a surplus of silver left over each year.

It's already a stroke of luck.

"Life is tough these days."

Jiang Yun took out five taels of silver from the cloth bag.

After thinking for a moment, he took out another tael of silver before putting the rest back in its place.

Today is not what it used to be.

Five taels of silver to marry Ling'er was a dowry agreed upon two years ago.

Carrying six taels of silver and a marriage contract, Jiang Yun went to Fang Ling's house to propose marriage.

Fang Ling's family were also tenant farmers, and her father died early.

She, her mother Meng Chunmei, and her younger brother Fang Yu depended on each other for survival.

When Jiang Yun came to propose marriage, Fang Ling hid in her boudoir and pressed her ear to the crack in the door to eavesdrop.

The marriage proposal went smoothly.

Meng Chunmei readily agreed.

Firstly, she valued Jiang Yun and felt comfortable entrusting her daughter to him.

Secondly, other girls in the village got married at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and she had long hoped that her daughter would find a good home.

When Meng Chunmei saw Jiang Yun take out six taels of silver, she was even happier.

After the marriage was finalized, Jiang Yun returned home.

After a long day, I collapsed into bed and fell asleep immediately.

Three days later.

Fang Ling's eighteenth birthday.

The wedding proceeded as scheduled, and everything was kept simple.

When neighbors learned of the happy occasion, they brought food such as brown rice and soybeans to offer their congratulations.

Families facing financial difficulties will still come to offer their blessings even if they cannot bring food.

night.

Two red candles were lit in the bridal chamber.

The candlelight flickered as Fang Ling sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, her head bowed shyly.

Jiang Yun is 21 years old this year, a time when she is full of vigor and vitality.

The warmth and softness of her body were a fatal attraction to him.

"Ling'er, it's time to rest."

He sat on the bed, took Fang Ling's hand, and looked at her tenderly.

You couldn't marry a girl like that even if you spent hundreds of thousands in your past life.

"Brother Yun".

Fang Ling finally got her wish and married Jiang Yun.

However, it's inevitable to feel nervous and apprehensive during the wedding night.

My palms were sweaty.

"Still calling him Brother Yun?"

Jiang Yun chuckled, helped Fang Ling lie down, and undressed her.

In recent years, the weather in Dayu has been favorable, and Ling'er's family has been doing relatively well, so she has developed very attractively.

"My lord, please have mercy..."

Jiang Yun naturally felt sorry for him.

He blew out the candle.

The temperature in the room dropped.

Soon, the temperature rose.

It was so hot it was burning.

After a long and passionate relationship, the two shed their youthful awkwardness and truly became husband and wife.

The next morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Jiang Yun was about to get up and go to work in the fields.

There are still three acres of rice paddies where the rice seedlings haven't been planted.

To survive, you can't be lazy.

Just as Jiang Yun was about to get out of bed, a line of golden text suddenly appeared in front of her.

[Host has been detected to be married and have a family. Family cultivation entry system activated.]