Chapter 31 - The Cannon Fodder Little Fulang [Quick Transmigration]

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Arc 2: The Fisherman's Little Fulang

 

 

In the dark, empty space, Wu Bai knew he had returned to the place he had been before. He stood in the only spot illuminated by light, and, just as before, a book floated before him. However, the title on the cover had changed—it now read "The Fated Love of the Governor's Little Ger".

 

Relying on past experience, Wu Bai opened the book and began to read.

 

The story seemed to be about the cherished ger of a naval governor, Tang Ling, and a young, wealthy merchant named Yan Shaoyuan. As they enjoyed a sweet romance, a malicious ger appeared, trying to disrupt their relationship. This ger invited Tang Ling to a teahouse to provoke him, angering both Tang Ling's father and Yan Shaoyuan. Enraged, they joined forces and crushed the evil ger's family business.

 

After destroying the other family's wealth, Yan Shaoyuan used this incident to cheer up Tang Ling. Yet, it wasn't enough for Tang Ling to forgive Yan Shaoyuan, who tended to attract too much attention from other admirers. Tang Ling decided to give him the cold shoulder, but this led to unforeseen consequences—Tang Ling was kidnapped by mountain bandits. Yan Shaoyuan, braving the danger, ventured alone into the bandits' den and ultimately saved Tang Ling.

 

This experience led Tang Ling to agree to marry Yan Shaoyuan. The two got married, and later, with the influence of Tang Ling's family, Yan Shaoyuan became an imperial merchant. The story concluded with the two living happily together.

 

Wu Bai closed the book in his hands. He knew he would likely be entering this world again. Although he still didn't understand why he kept being drawn into the worlds within these books, he had a hunch that this time, he would see his husband, Xiao Zimo, again.

 

Sure enough, just as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly found himself on the shore of a vast sea.

 

This time, though, his head did not hurt as it had the first time. He steadied himself quickly, avoiding collapsing to the ground, and received memories from the body he now inhabited.

 

This body had grown up in a village called Haining, by the sea, living with his father and elder brother. The village was remote and isolated, and although life was modest, the villagers subsisted on the fish they caught daily.

 

One day, while on the shore with his father, the original owner of this body had saved a man—a seemingly kind act that brought them only misfortune and disaster.

 

Wu Bai opened his eyes, gazing at the man lying near the rocks in front of him. He kicked the man once before turning to leave.

 

He had no intention of saving this ungrateful wretch. Let him fend for himself here!

 

Caught up in the tragic memories of the body's original owner, Wu Bai didn't pay attention to his steps. In a careless moment, he tripped over something and fell to the ground.

 

Looking back, he found that he had tripped over another person. As he took a closer look at the man's face, he was struck—wasn't this his husband, Xiao Zimo? The original owner's memories didn't mention him. Could it be that in the original events, when he saved the other man and helped him walk away, he missed Xiao Zimo, who was nearby?

 

Shaking his head to dispel those thoughts, Wu Bai quickly stood up and went to Xiao Zimo's side. Nervously, he checked his breathing and found he was alive. Only then did he relax and help Xiao Zimo up.

 

Xiao Zimo, after all, was a grown man and quite heavy. Supporting him one unsteady step at a time, Wu Bai slowly led him out of the rocky area.

 

Beyond the rocks, a beach stretched into view, and Wu Bai's father and the villagers of Haining, who were fishing nearby, quickly noticed Wu Bai struggling to support a man.

 

Wu Bai's father and older brother rushed over, with his brother immediately taking Xiao Zimo and carrying him on his back.

 

Only then did Wu Bai's father, noting his now empty hands, ask, "Bai-ger, who is this?"

 

Feigning ignorance, Wu Bai shook his head and replied, "I don't know either. I found him lying over there, still alive. He must've suffered a shipwreck and drifted ashore. I thought of what you often said about how you were once saved by the villagers of Haining, so I decided to help him."

 

As expected, his father nodded in approval, satisfied. "You did the right thing. A person must always keep a kind heart."

 

Wu Bai agreed wholeheartedly. Neither his father nor the original owner had been wrong to help others; the fault lay with those who lacked gratitude.

 

Soon, the three men, along with Xiao Zimo, arrived at their house, built not far from the coast.

 

Wu Bai's brother laid Xiao Zimo on his bed and went out to find the village doctor.

 

After examining Xiao Zimo, the doctor prescribed some restorative medicine and then left.

 

That evening, as the family of three sat down to dinner, Wu Bai's father commented with surprise, "Bai-ger, the fish you cooked today tastes better than usual!"

 

His brother, too, nodded approvingly, too busy picking up more food with his chopsticks to speak.

 

The original owner was the family's only ger and had been quite responsible. From a young age, he had taken care of all the household chores, including cooking. However, with his mother passing away early, he hadn't had anyone to teach him properly, and his food rarely turned out well. But his father and brother were not picky—they were satisfied with a warm meal, no matter the taste.

 

Tonight's dinner had naturally fell to Wu Bai. When he returned to the village with his father and brother earlier, he'd noticed a few plants around the path that could be used as seasoning, so he picked some to bring home.

 

"I added some wild greens I found on the way to the fish soup," Wu Bai explained.

 

Father Wu wiped his mouth and said, "Ah, so that's it. When I saw you picking those flowers earlier, I thought you just found them pretty. I never expected they'd taste this good in the soup! Tomorrow, I'll pick a bit more for you. Keep adding them in!"

 

"Sure, but be careful not to uproot them, Father! They might keep growing back if we leave the roots."

 

Father Wu nodded, agreeing.

 

Just then, looking at the fish soup nearly gone in his bowl, Brother Wu suddenly remembered, "That man we brought back earlier hasn't eaten yet, has he? Maybe we should make him a fresh batch. This soup isn't enough for him."

 

"No need—I already set some aside for him. Once we're done eating, I'll bring it over," Wu Bai reassured him.

 

Relieved, Brother Wu finished off the last bit of fish soup in his bowl.

 

With that, dinner concluded. Wu Bai asked his brother to do the dishes while he took the fish soup to the room where Xiao Zimo was resting.

 

Since Wu Bai was the family's only ger, and well-loved, Brother Wu didn't mind being asked to do the cleaning. He took the bowls outside to the well by the courtyard to clean them.

 

Living near the sea, the village had abundant water resources, making it easy to dig wells. Nearly every household had one in their courtyard.

 

Carrying the fish soup, Wu Bai saw that Xiao Zimo was still unconscious. He carefully helped him sip the soup before taking the bowl back to Brother Wu.

 

Since Xiao Zimo was using Brother Wu's room, Brother Wu would be squeezing in with their father tonight.

 

In another room, Wu Bai lay alone on his bed, relieved he was the one who had come. Otherwise, his husband might have been in grave danger.

 

The next morning, just as Wu Bai had finished washing up, he heard a knock at the courtyard gate.

 

He opened it to find a ger named Hai Zhu. He and the original body had been friends since childhood. As they grew older, Hai Zhu's brother, Hai Zan, had developed feelings for the original owner, and Hai Zhu constantly tried to set them up, praising Hai Zan at every opportunity. However, since Hai Zhu and Hai Zan had grown up together with him, he could only think of Hai Zan as a brother.

 

The original owner had told Hai Zhu many times that he and Hai Zan were not suited for each other, but Hai Zhu was persistent. He thought Wu Bai was the most handsome ger in the village and would make an ideal match for his family, imagining how beautiful his little nephews might be if Wu Bai became his sister-in-law.

 

Because the original owner hadn't had anyone he liked at the time, Hai Zhu and Hai Zan had both seen this as an opportunity and kept hoping he'd change his mind.

 

Later, however, the original owner fell in love with a man their family had saved and eventually married him. This brought Hai Zhu's matchmaking to an end, but it also led to a gradual distance between them. Hai Zan, hurt by the rejection, left the village and met a tragic end.

 

The original owner felt conflicted about Hai Zhu and Hai Zan, carrying both guilt and regret. If he hadn't saved that man, the tragedy might never have happened.

 

"Hai Zhu, it's you! What brings you here?" Wu Bai greeted him.

 

Hai Zhu looked at him with a mischievous smile. "Bai-ger, guess why I'm here!"

 

Wu Bai had no idea what Hai Zhu was up to, so he shook his head. "I can't guess."

 

Seeing his confusion, Hai Zhu chuckled. "I knew you wouldn't guess! My family picked up someone from the shore yesterday too. Isn't that a coincidence? We really have fate with each other—even finding people by the sea on the same day! Haha…"

 

Wu Bai's face froze in shock, thinking, This is bad. He had assumed that person would die, yet here he was, alive and now taken in by Hai Zhu's family. That man truly had a stubborn fate.

 

Wu Bai quickly asked, "Did he wake up?"

 

Hai Zhu nodded. "He woke up this morning, but it seems like something's wrong with his memory—he can't remember who he is. But it's fine. My brother decided that since we found him on the rocks, he'll go by our family name and be called Hai Shi* for now. We can't just keep calling him 'hey, you' all the time."

 

[T/N: 海 (Hǎi) means "sea" and 石 (Shí) means "stone" or "rock," likely referencing the reef where he was discovered.]

 

Wu Bai was at a loss for words. How ironic that he'd still been named Hai Shi after ending up with Hai Zhu's family. In his past life, the original owner had named him that for the same reason—finding him on the rocks by the sea.

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