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Transmigrating to a Poor Family: Quietly Becoming Rich
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On the country road in May, lush greenery surrounded Gambler Yu Daman as he hummed a tune while driving his Donkey Cart. After an hour's journey from Old Pine Village, he was headed to Beishan Village. If it weren't for having knocked his daughter out, he wouldn't have been willing to lend the Donkey Cart for just five coins.
Unbeknownst to Yu Daman, within the span of a single incense stick's burning time, his daughter in the cart had already died once, and a new soul had taken residence in her body.
Yu Chunmiao had met her end in a one-meter-forty equestrian show jumping arena. The new helmet was too expensive, so she opted for an old one to save money. Her horse refused to jump, bucking wildly and shaking its head.
She fell off, the buckle of her helmet loosened, and after struggling on the horse's back for what felt like an eternity, she seemed to have angered the stallion. Distracted by the scent of a mare nearby, it no longer focused on the competition. The stallion kicked her, its iron-shod hoof striking the back of her head.
Yu Chunmiao died on the spot, her last sight being that of her stallion happily trotting off to find its dream mare.
A voice echoed in her mind: "Can you help me live? Please, please."
It was the voice of a deity, and in her dying moments, Yu Chunmiao inexplicably agreed.
As her consciousness slowly faded away, her soul entered the body of Yu Chunmiao, who had just been struck unconscious by her Gambler father.
Drifting like a rain-soaked bird searching for warmth, her soul found refuge in a new nest. In just half an hour, she felt as if she had become someone entirely different.
The memories of the deity gradually filled her mind; she too was called Yu Chunmiao. Her mother had died when she was ten, pulled from the river. The moment she saw her mother’s corpse, she was paralyzed with fear. From then on, she became mute and expressionless, living like a walking corpse.
Her brother and sister-in-law treated her harshly while her father was a gambler. She became a slave in her own home; from ten years old to sixteen, she never had a full meal and often faced beatings from her father's sister-in-law.
Now, in order to pay off his gambling debts, her father sold her for just three or two coins to a family with the surname Qi, claiming it was to marry off their disabled eldest son.
According to the memories of the deity, three or two coins represented more than half of what a farmer would earn.
Since she had come this far, she decided to make peace with it.
Transcending into this strange ancient world was better than simply losing her soul. All she wished for was a golden opportunity or that the man she would marry turned out to be handsome.
The twenty-first-century Yu Chunmiao wasn't happy either. Orphaned at thirteen with a mountain of debt left behind by her parents, her grandmother supported her through high school but could no longer afford it afterward. She never attended university and ended up working in Shanghai after leaving her hometown Hu Jian.
By chance, she found herself working at an equestrian club as a stablehand. It was dirty work that reeked of manure. Yet when she saw how much money top riders and coaches made, she persevered. After all, without an education, working in factories wouldn’t earn her nearly as much.
Being a rider didn’t require formal education and offered opportunities for success. Thus, she worked even harder—riding horses others were afraid to mount. Time after time she fell but always got back up again. Her tenacity caught the eye of an experienced rider who took her under his wing.
At twenty-eight years old, she was just one hurdle away from winning a hundred thousand in prize money—the exact amount needed to clear all her debts.
Once those debts were settled, life would be much easier. She dreamed of wandering through university campuses, pursuing sweet romances, buying herself a lovely house and a beautiful car.
But fate did not favor her! She prayed once more that her husband would be handsome because after all, besides making money, admiring good-looking men had been her greatest passion in life.
The carriage swayed as Yu Daman lifted the curtain, signaling her to get out. Yu Chunmiao stepped down expressionlessly, carrying a bundle beside her. She was led into a relatively decent rammed earth courtyard.
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