Ye Weiliang left the pharmacy and tossed all her money and tickets into the bamboo house inside her space.
She continued wandering around. By noon, she decided to go to Quan JU Restaurant for roast duck.
In this era, roast duck cost eight yuan a bird. For ordinary families, it was completely out of reach, but for someone like Ye Weiliang, holding a fortune in her hands, it was nothing.
She ordered a whole roast duck for herself, ignoring everyone else’s eyes, and ate with grease dripping from her mouth.
In her later life, she had never been able to afford roast duck at Quan JU—it had always been too expensive.
Forgive her—she had been a lonely, unsupported orphan, spending her days like a laboring ox or horse.
Her unreliable boyfriend only ever said, “Let’s save money together, so I can marry you soon.”
Looking back now, Ye Weiliang could only think, what was I thinking?
When she had accidentally died, that bank card only had the money she had saved herself.
Ye Weiliang mentally choked: I’m saving money to marry myself?
At that moment, she really wanted to beat that scumbag up—but there was no going back.
She wondered if the underworld had a “Didi ghost service” for remote beatings. She could burn paper money, after all.
Speaking of which, she also wanted to burn some for Ye Er’ya.
Late at night, she found a secluded spot and intended to burn hundreds of thousands of paper bills for Er’ya.
But the Black-and-White Impermanence spirits quickly stopped her:
“Miss Ye, Er’ya has already been permitted to reincarnate. Even if you burn it, she won’t receive it.”
Ye Weiliang saw them hesitate briefly and continued burning:
“Then I’ll burn it for you guys. You’ve worked hard. Burn some for King Yama too, let him be a little easier on me.”
Hearing this, the spirits stopped objecting. Though they were public servants of the underworld, their perks weren’t that great.
“We thank you, Miss Ye,” they said, bowing.
“You’re welcome. By the way, do you have a ‘Didi ghost service’?” Ye Weiliang asked. She had thought of it in the morning and now it seemed perfect for the night.
The spirits shook their heads: “No, Miss Ye. But if you have anything you need, we can help you.”
After all, when people made offerings, you had to return a favor.
“Great! That scumbag ex-boyfriend of mine—could you help me get someone to beat him up, and donate all my savings in his bank card to the mountain villages or an orphanage?”
“No problem. We’ll take care of it,” the Black Impermanence nodded.
Ye Weiliang felt a little moved. “Ah, thank you so much!”
She burned hundreds of thousands of paper money to the ground, offering them to the Black-and-White Impermanence and King Yama and the judges.
Once the fire went out, she tidied herself and left.
As Ye Weiliang walked away, the spirits disappeared.
That night, she dreamed her ex-boyfriend being thoroughly beaten and her bank card money donated to an orphanage.
From that point on, she completely let go of her past life. From now on, she was Ye Weiliang of the 1960s.
She woke up crying in the middle of the night and went to get a glass of water. She overheard the family of four conspiring in Ye Tangsheng and his wife’s room.
Standing by the door, she heard everything—once again marveling at the power of the spiritual spring.
She had already picked up most of the details of their plan: they would drug her tomorrow night, carry her out, and the old widower would pick her up outside.
Tch—
Is that all?
After drinking the spiritual spring water, she wasn’t exactly invincible, but basic sedatives like that wouldn’t work on her.
Come on, let’s see who ends up on top.
The next day, the family completely changed their behavior, all smiling sweetly at Ye Weiliang.
“Er’ya, you’re awake? Mother has breakfast ready, go ahead and eat first.”
Ye Weiliang ignored her and went to wash up before sitting at the table.
Opposite her, Ye Ying kept rolling her eyes.
Disgusted, Ye Weiliang snapped, “Big sister, stop rolling your eyes. You’re already ugly, and rolling them makes it even worse.”
“You little brat! What did you just say? How dare you call me ugly?” Ye Ying, already upset, ignored her parents’ warning.
She wanted to beat this little brat to death, forgetting all about marrying her to the old widower.
“Ye Ying, shut your mouth! How can you talk to your sister like that?” Ye Tangsheng scolded her, then turned to Ye Weiliang: “Er’ya, don’t bother with your big sister. Her brain doesn’t work right.”
Ye Weiliang said nothing, simply eating her breakfast. This was the second breakfast she had eaten in fourteen years.
Seeing her like this, Ye Tangsheng’s expression changed repeatedly, like a chameleon.
That brat—if her daytime behavior hadn’t been so obvious, he would have sent her to the old widower immediately.
Chapter 5 – They Want to Marry Her Off (2/2)
No rush, he thought. Just wait until tonight.
After tonight, that brat would belong to the old widower.
Then even if she died, it wouldn’t concern him.
Ye Weiliang didn’t care about his expression; that face was already ugly, so whether it looked angry or not made no difference.
After breakfast, she went out. She was heading to the countryside and needed to prepare some supplies.
With over 20,000 yuan and more than 1,000 in tickets, today she was determined to experience the joy of spending.
She went to the state-run department store, full of all kinds of goods, all available on a first-come, first-served basis.
It was work hours, so not many people were there.
She thought about going to Heilongjiang and needed thick clothes.
According to memory, the Ye family had only given her thin cotton clothes, leaving her shivering in the cold winter.
She barely survived.
First, she checked the clothing section. The clothes were old, with dull colors and boring styles.
In this era, no one wore bright colors—mostly black, white, gray, or dark blue and green.
She planned to get some fabric and make a few stylish outfits herself.
During her internship, she had worked half a year as a tailor’s assistant, cutting fabric and using a sewing machine like a pro.
She first went to the fabric seller.
“What do you need?” the clerk asked without looking up.
“This fabric and that fabric—eight feet of each,” she said, not bothering to ask the price.
“Alright,” the clerk replied, immediately putting aside her scorn and cutting the fabric with enthusiasm.
Handing it over, the clerk said, “Comrade, that’ll be 1.78 yuan, plus two fabric tickets.”
Ye Weiliang handed over the money and tickets. “Comrade, I want some defective fabric for making small clothes. Do you have any sources?” She even handed over two candies she had taken from Ye Ying’s drawer.
“You came at the right time. We just got a batch of defective fabric today. I’ll take you there.”
Ye Weiliang was delighted. “Thank you, sister!”
“You’re welcome. My married surname is Li. Call me Sister Li,” she said, having a colleague watch the stall while she led Ye Weiliang to the warehouse.
In the warehouse, Ye Weiliang picked a fine cotton, a coarse linen, and several cotton-linen blends.
Sister Li couldn’t help but gasp at how much she was taking. “Little Ye, your family doesn’t say anything?”
“Li Jie, they haven’t had new clothes in a long time…”
With just this, Sister Li understood.
Beyond fabric, Ye Weiliang bought other defective items: slightly chipped enamel jars and basins, and porcelain bowls with flawed patterns.
She spent quite a lot of money, but in her eyes, prices in this era were unbelievably low.
She needed to get a sewing machine to make clothes herself.
Carrying bags of goods, she left the department store, and in an empty alley, tossed them all into her space. She changed her outfit and makeup, then returned to the streets.
She visited the black market, paying a ten-cent entry fee. Selling there required twenty cents.
After a quick look, she didn’t find what she wanted and left, disappointed.
Returning home, the Ye household was empty. She locked the door and began organizing things in her space.
Looking at the vast black soil outside, she decided to plant seeds—rice, vegetables, anything.
Otherwise, it would be a waste of such fertile land.