He Cuihua ran off.
Fool Egg panted heavily, his head drooping.
Completely naked, he plopped down beside He Shiyi.
“Damn, I’m beat. Gotta rest for a bit.”
He Shiyi didn’t dare get up—didn’t even dare make a big movement.
She was terrified of touching one of Fool Egg’s frayed nerves.
“Little Sister Eleven is really pretty,” Fool Egg said, staring straight at He Shiyi’s fair, dewy face.
“Prettier than the pomegranate flowers in front of my house.”
Drool dripped onto He Shiyi’s high nose bridge.
Her cherry-red lips, her full curves—
They stirred a heat in Fool Egg’s body. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
He reached out and started tugging at He Shiyi’s pants.
Her back went rigid.
Sweat poured down her forehead.
She clenched her fists.
She was ready to fight him to the death—if not his, then hers.
“Damn it—won’t come undone!”
By sheer luck, the waistband had been tied into a dead knot in her previous life.
It bought He Shiyi precious time.
Her right hand trembled as she slipped it into her pocket and pulled out two peanuts.
With a pinch of her thumb and forefinger, she crushed the shells.
The aroma of roasted peanuts spread through the air.
“So fragrant!”
Fool Egg froze.
His eyes lit up as he sniffed toward her hand like a dog.
“Brother Fool Egg, want some peanuts?” He Shiyi asked softly—so softly it gave her goosebumps.
She slowly sat up.
Her pointed fingers pinched the peanut kernels and dangled them in front of his eyes—
Then tossed them onto the ground.
Fool Egg drooled, stuck his butt in the air, and sniffed around on the ground.
He Shiyi stood up and dumped all the peanuts from her pocket.
They scattered across the ground like petals.
“So many peanuts! All mine! All mine!”
Fool Egg hunched over, stomping his feet, slapping his backside with excitement.
He Shiyi shifted her steps, slowly circling behind him.
Like a cat, she crept toward the cornfield, careful not to make a sound.
Just as she was about to slip away, Fool Egg suddenly remembered what He Cuihua had told him to do.
Still bent over, he twisted his neck to look at her retreating back and grinned foolishly.
“Little Sister Eleven, we haven’t played our game yet. Don’t rush off.”
Cold sweat broke out all over He Shiyi.
Then—she instantly calmed down.
She roared, “Hurry up and pick your peanuts! If you don’t, I will!”
Fool Egg panicked as if firecrackers had gone off around him.
He stuck his butt up, pressed his face to the ground under the moonlight, clutched corn stalks, and grabbed peanuts one by one, shoving them straight into his mouth.
He barely chewed—shells and all, swallowed whole.
He Shiyi stood there trembling slightly.
She let out a long breath, silently thanking her luck for escaping disaster.
If there hadn’t been peanuts in her pocket in her previous life—
Her innocence would’ve been ruined by Fool Egg.
He Cuihua, I thank your ancestors eighteen generations back.
Just wait. If I don’t deal with you, my name isn’t He Shiyi.
The peanuts had been given by He Cuihua.
To trick her so-called best friend into going to the wilderness to catch beetles, He Cuihua had deliberately bought three liang of roasted peanuts from the supply cooperative in town.
In her previous life, He Shiyi hadn’t eaten a single one—she’d kept them all in her pocket.
“Fragrant. Tasty.”
Fool Egg kept picking peanuts off the ground, completely forgetting what He Cuihua had told him to do.
Before fleeing, He Shiyi cast a look of utter contempt at him.
Nearly thirty years old, crawling on all fours just to pick up peanuts—
Like a giant pig, shaved bald and bloated, spinning in circles searching for food.
His pale buttocks jutted into the air.
Something dark and dangling swayed beneath him.
A stench rose from his body.
“Ugh—”
He Shiyi’s stomach churned.
From that moment on, she was left with an indelible shadow toward men, this so-called “advanced species.”
All she wanted now was to escape.
She pushed through the razor-sharp corn leaves and ran as fast as she could.
Her foot suddenly landed on a stone, nearly sending her sprawling.
Her lips curled coldly.
She bent down, picked up the stone, and quietly doubled back.
She crept up behind Fool Egg.
“Eat shit!”
Using all her strength, she smashed the stone down on the back of his head.
But his skull was like iron.
The blow only raised a huge lump.
Fool Egg clutched the back of his head and slowly turned around, wincing in pain.
“Sis… why’d you hit me?”
Run. If you don’t run now, you’ll die.
He Shiyi’s face went pale as she sprang away, sprinting out of the cornfield.
“Sis… I haven’t messed you up yet…”
Fool Egg whimpered twice and collapsed.
He Shiyi ran for her life.
“Everyone come quick—there’s people messing around in the cornfield!”
He Cuihua’s shrill shout rang out beyond the field.
He Shiyi’s panic instantly vanished.
She turned and ran back.
He Cuihua, you came just in time.
I’m not afraid of you coming back—I’m afraid you won’t bring people.
She hid behind a burial mound.
“Crack… crack…”
The sound of gnawing echoed in front of the mound.
Peeking out, she saw Fool Egg awake again.
Ignoring the pain in his head, he sat naked against the mound, happily cracking peanuts.
He Shiyi’s eyes flashed.
Hiding behind the mound, she imitated He Cuihua’s voice.
Softly, she asked, “Fool Egg, are the peanuts Sister Cuihua bought tasty?”
“Tasty.”
“Does Sister Cuihua treat you well?”
Fool Egg nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken.
“She treats me real good—gives me candy, gives me peanuts, even taught me that.”
Hearing those words made He Shiyi want to beat him to death.
At twenty-one, she’d never even been in a relationship.
It was the first time she’d ever heard such things.
Suppressing her discomfort, she asked quietly,
“Fool Egg, Sister Cuihua cares about you, gives you peanuts. Do you like doing that with Sister Cuihua?”
His face lit up.
“I like it! I like doing that with Sister Cuihua the most! Sister Cuihua, wait till I finish these peanuts—we’ll do that again!”
Still mimicking Cuihua’s voice, He Shiyi coaxed him,
“Eat faster. Sister Cuihua can’t wait. After we’re done, don’t forget to ruin He Shiyi’s reputation.”
“M-mm… won’t forget…”
Just then, He Cuihua led several villagers into the cornfield.
“Cuihua, did you see who it was?”
The voice was loud and excited—belonging to Wu Fengshou, He Shiyi’s former fiancé.
He Cuihua shrieked, trembling,
“How could I look! I’m an unmarried girl—hearing those sounds almost killed me from shame!”
Militia captain Wu Liangcai frowned.
“Are you sure you didn’t hear wrong? In the dark like this, it could’ve just been rabbits nesting.”
“Probably a mistake,” someone said.
“Our village has good morals. Something that filthy couldn’t happen here.”
A deep, steady voice rolled across the cornfield.
Even Luo Lingfeng—the current Party secretary and brigade leader of Nanfeng Village—had arrived.