In He Shiyi’s memories of her previous life, the production team leader of Nanfeng Village had the surname Luo, not Mao.
[How strange! Why is he asking me to call him Uncle Mao?]
He Shiyi stared at Luo Lingfeng in confusion.
She wanted to ask, but didn’t dare.
After all, this was the man who controlled everything in Nanfeng Village. Offending him was the last thing she wanted.
Luo Lingfeng felt unbearably awkward, his face flushing red.
Lowering his gaze, he glanced at He Shiyi, a trace of helplessness flashing through his eyes.
She used to be that little girl who followed him everywhere, calling him “big brother” over and over.
As the years passed, she grew more and more beautiful— but the closeness between them was gone.
They used to play together, raid bird nests, catch cicadas, and swim in the river.
When they couldn’t afford school fees, they’d crouch outside the classroom and secretly listen in.
All that innocent intimacy and joy was gone for good.
What remained was politeness—and now, not even that.
[The girl’s scared out of her wits. She doesn’t call me “brother” anymore, she calls me “uncle.” Am I really that old?]
An indescribable sense of loss welled up in Luo Lingfeng’s heart.
He bit his lip and said in a low voice, “Let’s go.”
Before the words had fully left his mouth, He Shiyi bolted away.
She ran so fast not even a rabbit could catch her.
The cornfield was hot and stifling.
The smell of sweat mixed with the stench of urine from clothes and shoes, rushing straight into her nose.
If she didn’t get out soon, she’d pass out right there.
“Little sister, I wronged you. I’m apologizing to you.”
Outside the cornfield, Wu Fengshou blocked He Shiyi’s path, his expression lewd, his face plastered with a greasy smile.
Just as He Shiyi was enjoying a breath of fresh air, her expression froze.
The moment she saw Wu Fengshou, a wave of nausea surged up inside her.
She couldn’t understand it.
In her previous life, she had looks, character, everything.
Why had her parents forced her to marry such a disgusting man?
She didn’t want to deal with him.
With a cold face, she turned sideways, trying to slip past him.
Suddenly, Wu Fengshou stretched out his arms and wrapped them around her waist.
His face pressed close to hers, smiling obsequiously.
“Little sister, stay and chat with me for a bit.”
Panicking, He Shiyi screamed, hoping to draw Luo Lingfeng over.
“Let go of me! I have nothing to say to you!”
Wu Fengshou released her waist, but then, without warning, leaned in to kiss her face.
He Shiyi was already on guard.
She jerked her right leg up, slamming her knee hard into his lower abdomen.
“Ah—!”
Wu Fengshou cried out in pain, clutching his stomach and collapsing to the ground.
He Shiyi stepped on his back.
“You dare take advantage of me? Believe it or not, I’ll kick your kidneys right out!”
Unwilling to accept it, Wu Fengshou suddenly flipped over and knocked He Shiyi to the ground.
“Little sister, I like wild women like you.”
Her soft, warm body sent his senses spiraling.
Images flashed through his mind—of Silly Egg and He Cuihua rolling around in the cornfield.
Overcome by lust, he assumed everyone else had already left.
“In a month we’ll be sleeping in the same bed anyway. Why not get a taste of our wedding night early? Besides, you’ve already seen men naked, and you’ve seen He Cuihua and Silly Egg doing it. Don’t pretend to be pure with me.”
“You filthy bastard! Touch me again and I’ll send you straight to your grave!”
He Shiyi fought desperately.
But she was no match for him in strength.
Wu Fengshou might look scrawny, but he was still a man—and men had a natural physical advantage.
Her small body was pinned tightly beneath him.
Grinning obscenely, his hand reached inside her blouse.
Every hair on He Shiyi’s body stood on end. The disgust made her want to vomit.
In desperation, she grabbed his ears with both hands and tore at them viciously.
“Ah—!”
Howling in pain, Wu Fengshou scrambled up and raised his hand to slap her.
“You ungrateful bitch! I’ll beat you to death!”
He Shiyi clawed at his face with her long fingers.
Whoosh—
Thud—
A powerful force suddenly struck.
Wu Fengshou was sent flying.
He crashed heavily into the sweet potato field opposite.
Lying there, he shouted self-righteously, “Team leader! I’m sleeping with my own woman—what business is it of yours?!”
“Scum! You dare say I’m your woman? I’ll show you why flowers are red and why your face will swell!”
He Shiyi scrambled up and charged into the sweet potato field.
With someone backing her up, her strength surged.
She stomped on Wu Fengshou’s back, scratching and clawing wildly.
She beat him until he wailed like a ghost, unable to recognize his own parents.
In the end, battered and bloody, he passed out from the pain.
After venting her fury, He Shiyi finally felt a little better.
Stepping carefully over the uneven ground, she returned to the road.
She dropped down, sitting heavily, breathing in great gulps, her heart still racing.
“Did he hurt you?”
A voice sounded above her.
Low, deep, and filled with concern.
Like a tranquilizer injected straight into her veins.
Her panic and fear instantly subsided.
Memories from her previous life suddenly surfaced.
Tomorrow morning, under the blazing sun, all members of the Nanfeng Village production team would be working in the sweet potato fields—turning vines and weeding.
She could already imagine it.
Dirty, exhausting work—enough to leave backs aching, waists sore, legs cramping.
In her past life, though she looked delicate, she was capable both inside and outside the home.
But her twenty-first-century self knew how to do nothing.
Let her do farm work? She’d only embarrass herself.
Just helping her grandma break a few corn cobs had worn her out enough to transmigrate.
She really wasn’t built for farm labor.
She didn’t want to learn farm work. She didn’t want to do farm work.
Her life philosophy was simple:
If you can sit, don’t stand.
If you can lie down, don’t even sit.
Her mind spun quickly.
Suddenly, she stood up and faced her benefactor.
Angrily, she said, “As the team leader of Nanfeng Village, you’ve managed the village into complete chaos. Tonight, as a member of Nanfeng Village, because of your negligence, I’ve suffered physical and psychological harm. As the saying goes, when a child errs, the parent is to blame. When a villager breaks the law, you, the team leader, cannot escape responsibility. I’m going to report you to the People’s Commune. I demand compensation.”
“…”
Luo Lingfeng remained silent, offering no rebuttal.
He simply stared at He Shiyi with eyes as dark and bottomless as night.
The old He Shiyi had been gentle and kind, but submissive, without opinions of her own.
She had never hit anyone, never cursed, never raised her voice.
Tonight’s He Shiyi was completely different.
[The girl really was scared senseless. But she’s fierce—and kind of adorable when she’s like this.]
A smile curved Luo Lingfeng’s lips.
For the first time, he felt truly at ease.
This was the He Shiyi he wanted to see.
That smile only angered her further.
So she decided to go all the way.
She stretched out her arms and legs, straightened her body, and lay flat on the ground.
Grabbing onto Luo Lingfeng’s pant leg, she declared shamelessly,
“This is a very serious matter. Smiling at me won’t cover up your mistakes. If you don’t compensate me for my physical and emotional suffering, I’ll lie right here, holding onto your pants, and I’m not getting up.”