The agricultural history of the priest. Hyde Kh.

Oh, I did not know what it means “not lucky”!

At first my husband put out the door. Then she fell from the bridge, fleeing the bandit... and woke up in another world. Also in the body of a young widow, who got a ruined farm from her husband-soldier. There are almost no cattle, fields with gardens in weeds, the sheds squinted, and money in his pocket - one and a half penny! In addition, the nasty neighbor has a tooth on me, and usurers are not going to forget about the receipts of the deceased spouse. What to do? Or fold the paws and go to a debt prison... Or try to somehow stretch the farm and establish a life inherited! And then who knows how the circumstances and relationships with a pretty neighbor will develop...