Farm the Prolific Chapter 1

"Hua'er... my son... why do you have such a miserable life? If you die like this, how can I live in the future? I'd rather die now and follow you, then I won't feel any more pain..."

Nora held the black coffin with her hands, her face covered with tears and her sobs rose and fell. Her sobs were so sad and high-pitched in the dark night that they covered up the low sobs of the three women who were supporting her.

The lid of the coffin was not closed. Under the dim candlelight in the mourning hall, a chubby girl was lying quietly inside.

The already fat girl gave the illusion of becoming even fatter after being soaked in water, but it did not prevent people from seeing her original appearance. The girl had a round face and dark skin, but her facial features were not ugly. Her forehead was smooth, her nose was high, her eyebrows were long and black, her eyes were tightly closed, and her long and thick eyelashes seemed excessively long. Her tightly closed mouth was pale, and her sparse, wet yellow hair was combed behind her head.

While the four women were crying, no one noticed that the person in the coffin had his long eyelashes moving.

Under the dim candlelight, it seemed...it was just a momentary illusion.

Two hundred and fifty years have passed since the Dongling Kingdom. This country, which has experienced its birth, prosperity and gradual decline, is now on the decline, with external and internal troubles, and the people are living in dire straits.

At this time, in a small mountain village called Dujia Village in Qingshan County, Qingshan Prefecture, Dongling Kingdom, there was a deafening cry of grief.

The cold wind was howling, and the villagers who were watching the fun were shivering with cold. Large snowflakes were falling from the sky. The outside was endless white, and the inside of the mourning hall was also blindingly white. Both the sky and the earth were bleak and desolate.

The deafening cries came from the mourning hall set up outside the home of villager Owen Du. The old woman who was wailing loudly was Owen Du's wife, Nora. The person she was crying for was their youngest daughter, Lyra Du. On weekdays, the villagers and her family called her "Lyra Du" or "Hua'er".

Owen Du and Nora are both over 50 years old this year. They have four sons and one daughter, the eldest son Felix Du, the second son Jasper Du, the third son Leo Du, and the youngest son Miles Du. Their names together mean "glory, wealth and honor", which reflects Owen Du's lifelong wish and expectation as a father.

As for the youngest daughter Lyra Du, it means that we hope she will be as beautiful as a flower.

Other families favor sons over daughters, but in Nora's case, daughters are favored over sons. Lyra Du was the daughter she had been waiting for for many years after she gave birth to her fourth son. She could be considered a "pearl found in an old clam". She loved this youngest daughter to the core and gave this little girl first any delicious food or drink she had at home.

Man proposes, God disposes. Her doted little girl fell into the Loach River in front of Dujia Village for unknown reasons this afternoon. The water in the Loach River was not very deep, but unfortunately, Lyra Du fell into the deepest part of the river, and the water was cold in winter, so she was drowned and frozen and died, ending her short life of thirteen years.

The gong was struck three times, and the villagers who came to watch the fun gradually left. The only people in front of the mourning hall were the Du family, each with a different look on their face.

The cold wind blew, and the dead wind lantern outside the mourning hall door swayed in the wind, flickering brightly and dimly, making it look even more desolate and empty.

"Dad, Mom, you two should go and have a rest. We are here to accompany your little sister. She won't be scared." Lyra Du's elder brother Felix Du stepped forward to persuade the old couple.

Owen Du sat dejectedly on the stool in front of the coffin with a sad expression. Although he did not dote on his youngest daughter as much as her mother, his daughter was a caring little cotton-padded jacket, his only little cotton-padded jacket, and she passed away at such a young age. His heart was also hollowed out as the old man sent off the young man.

Nora was half sitting and half kneeling on the ground, putting paper money into the burning brazier in front of the coffin, her eyes were red and swollen like peaches from crying.

"Yes, Dad and Mom, you two have been busy since this afternoon. What should we do if you are exhausted? You two are the backbone of this family." Seeing that the two old people were unmoved, Felix Du's wife Mira also stepped forward to persuade them.

"You can go back if you want. I won't go back. You two black-hearted people, your sister's body is still warm and you want to go home to rest. A family will send flowers to her. What can happen if you stay up all night? Will she die? Huh?..."

It was well-intentioned, but it caused Nora to suddenly slap her thigh and burst into tears, scolding every member of the family, from the eldest to the youngest, and from the eldest's wife to the third's wife, not sparing any one.

Everyone:...

They were already used to the unreasonable behavior of the old mother when it came to matters concerning the youngest sister. Mira looked embarrassed, and a trace of discomfort flashed across Felix Du's face. He concealed the anger in his eyes, and silently retreated back to his chair and sat stiffly.

The second son, Jasper Du, and his wife, Ivy, were cowardly and timid. The couple sat there, not daring to say a word. When they heard the eldest son being scolded, they lowered their heads even lower, hoping only to reduce their sense of presence and not be caught by their mother and scolded.

The third daughter-in-law, Mrs. Hu, stepped forward silently, squatted down and half-knelt on the right side of Mrs. Nora, helping to throw paper money for burning. Her head, the third son Leo Du, had been wandering outside for many years and had not returned home yet. If she did not take the initiative to show some expression, her mother-in-law would scold her again soon.

Only the fourth son, Miles Du, who doted on his younger sister from the bottom of his heart besides the old couple, knelt on the left side of his mother with red eyes, burning paper money for his younger sister.

I silently prayed to myself: Have a safe journey, little sister. Take good care of yourself over there and be born into a good family in your next life. I don't want to be an official or rich, but at least you want to live a long life. You can't die early like in this life.

Nora raised her red and swollen eyes, looked at the third daughter-in-law on the right, then looked at her youngest son on the left whose eyes were red from crying, and she finally felt a little relieved. She stopped scolding for fear of disturbing her youngest daughter lying in the coffin.

She gave birth to four sons and one daughter, and only this youngest son and daughter are truly filial to her and the head of the family. The other three are either ungrateful or hopeless. Do you think you can blame her for favoring her own little girl?

But her little girl... When she thought of her poor little girl who was gone, woo, woo... Nora covered her mouth and began to cry again, crying so hard that her heart was broken and her liver was torn.

"It's cold, so cold... My whole body is cold, so cold that I just want to shiver and tremble, so cold that it is unforgettable."

This was Lyra Du's first feeling after waking up. The second feeling was that it was so noisy. The scolding was so loud that it made her dizzy and her head hurt.

Then, and then, the overwhelming memories overwhelmed her, shocking her to the point that she fainted again.

...

Lyra Du, who was lying in the coffin, suddenly opened her eyes, and her cold eyes swept around sharply. White mourning clothes, white paper... everything was white. It was the mourning hall!

She is dead!

Yes, she is dead!

There was actually someone who remembered her and sent her off. Her life was not in vain. Her cold heart warmed a little. In the blink of an eye, she suddenly thought of something. No, this was not her!

A pair of chubby hands, she wore a green longevity jacket with white flowers on the upper body, green cotton trousers on the lower body, and a pair of embroidered shoes with white flowers on the red background on her chubby feet. She was dressed like a typical country girl, and a fat and unsophisticated country girl at that. As for what was beside her... it was an ordinary wooden coffin.

Lyra Du narrowed her eyes and tried hard to integrate the original owner's memories. God was kind to her after all and let her come back to life, living in a reborn body.

Being alive is a profit!

She wanted to move her stiff body in the coffin, but the cramped coffin and her fat body made it impossible for her to move. She was really at a loss as to what to do. She silently listened to the original owner's mother scolding the whole family. After she paused, she tried to slowly sit up.

"Ah, ghost! My little sister is back to life!" Ivy, who was sitting closest to the coffin and the least courageous, suddenly screamed, then her body went limp and she collapsed to the ground in fear.

"You idiot, what are you yelling about? Your sister can't even rest in peace after death, and you're still cursing her?! What are you thinking?" Nora slapped the second daughter-in-law Ivy.

Nora felt both pain and anger in her heart. The slap was merciless. In an instant, Ivy's left face was swollen like a steamed bun. She could no longer shout out, and she only looked towards the direction of the coffin with horror.

Everyone was startled by Ivy's scream. The fourth brother reacted the fastest and jumped up from the ground. The tall man looked at the coffin blocked by the door panel, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Mother...mother...my little sister, she is alive again! She is really alive again!" Miles Du was anxious and shocked, happy and sad, but in his heart he believed that Lyra Du was resurrected and not pretending to be dead.

"Really...really? Alive...alive?" After hearing her son's words, Nora reacted like a gust of wind. She stood up and ran back with ten steps on her little feet.

"Hua'er... my Hua'er! You scared me to death, you know? Doctor Du, that damned B@st@ard, he said you were dead and couldn't live anymore... My Hua'er, my sweetheart... I will go dig up Doctor Du's ancestral grave tomorrow, you quack doctor who has done so much harm to people!"

Lyra Du, who was half sitting in the coffin, was suddenly held tightly in the woman's arms. The force was a bit too strong, and it made her... uh, a little tight. She could hardly breathe. However, it seemed that the breath from her body did not disgust her.

When she woke up, what she heard most was the woman's loud cursing. For her, she cursed this and that, cursing the people at home and the people outside. The rude curses all highlighted the woman's infinite maternal love for the original owner.

"Cough... cough... Mother, you are going to strangle me to death." Lyra Du coughed twice helplessly, and the word "mother" sounded very natural.

"Ah...it's mother's fault, it's mother's fault. When mother was happy, she forgot the importance of the matter." The woman, with tears in her eyes, was happy and flustered, and apologized at a loss.

Then he turned his head to look at the three brothers and continued to scold, "Are you three dead? My little sister is alive, don't you know how to take her out of this unlucky coffin?"

"Oh, oh, let me do it, let me do it. Mother, please move aside. If you don't let me, how can I hold my little sister?!" The fourth son Miles Du stretched out his hand and pulled Nora. Nora moved aside, and the tall man took Lyra Du out of the coffin with both hands like a child.

Lyra Du: ...

Ten thousand alpacas ran over my head!