Chapter 2: Farming Space.

Mo Ruyue's face turned cold. With lightning speed, she rushed over, launched a kick at the Slave Trader's crotch, sending her kneeling to the ground, then swiftly reached out and snatched the wooden stick from her hand.

Although Mo Ruyue was cold by nature, she had her own bottom line and principles, and she disdained using children for silver to survive.

"I'm not selling the children. You can get lost."

The Slave Trader's eyes widened. Kneeling on the ground, she cursed and ranted, "What nonsense are you spouting, you little wench! I've already found a buyer. You can't just call it off now. How am I supposed to explain it to them?"

Mo Ruyue narrowed her eyes dangerously, pressed the wooden stick horizontally against the Slave Trader's neck, and applied slight pressure. "I said I'm not selling! Do you have a problem with that?"

The Slave Trader was startled, nearly choked. She hurriedly said, "I-I-I... let's talk this over, Ruyue... This Slave Trader is only thinking of your good. You've just been widowed after marrying into the Qin Family, and the Qin Family heartlessly drove you out... You have no obligation at all to help Qin Ming raise these five burdens."

"You're so poor now. I was just trying to help you... If you sell these three extras, wouldn't you be able to eat meat and wear new clothes?"

Er Bao was still reeling from the news that 'Bad Mother wasn't selling them' when he heard the Slave Trader's words. Immediately alert, he rushed over.

His small fists pounded on her body: "How dare you try to sell me and my brothers! I'll kill you! We are not extras..."

San Bao and Si Bao quickly ran over too, united in their hatred with Er Bao. They cautiously kicked the Slave Trader several times, then quietly hid behind Er Bao.

The Slave Trader was so angry she wanted to curse: "You little brats... uh..."

The moment she opened her mouth, the wooden stick at her neck suddenly tightened. The pain made her face flush crimson; she almost couldn't catch her breath: "No, no, no... I can't breathe."

Er Bao was stunned: Was the bad mother... protecting them?

San Bao and Si Bao poked out their grimy little heads, glancing at the furious Slave Trader, then at the cold Mo Ruyue, their expressions growing even more fearful.

Bad Mother was so scary. Was she going to hit someone again?

Mo Ruyue had no mind to care about the children's emotions. Her recent vigorous movements had caused the blood on her forehead to keep flowing. Dizzy and lightheaded, she could barely stand steady.

But even if she was about to faint, she had to drive the Slave Trader away first.

"Slave Trader, we have neither written a sales contract nor exchanged a deposit. This so-called deal was merely verbal. I'm backing out now. You can get lost..."

Mo Ruyue's expression was icy, "But if you continue to scheme against these children, I'll send you to meet your maker right now."

After speaking, she gripped the Slave Trader's neck fiercely, her eyes carrying a murderous aura, as if daring the Slave Trader to shake her head—Mo Ruyue would take her life immediately!

"N-no, I wouldn't dare... Even if the deal's off, let's part amicably!! Cough, cough... Ruyue, let me go. I'll leave right now, right now..." Seeing her blood-smeared, demon-like appearance, the Slave Trader didn't dare refuse.

As soon as Mo Ruyue loosened her grip, the Slave Trader scrambled away on all fours, not even daring to utter a single threat.

That little slut's temperament had changed drastically, as if she were a different person, no longer as easy to bully as before...

This kind of lunatic, she'd better keep her distance.

Seeing that even a troublesome shrew like the Slave Trader had been driven off by Mo Ruyue, the villagers were astonished, their eyes filled with shock: Had Mo Ruyue lost too much blood and turned foolish? Why was she suddenly showing such kindness, not selling the children?

Mo Ruyue looked at the chattering villagers, a flash of impatience in her eyes: "Close the door!! So noisy..."

The neighbors instantly fell silent. After shutting their mouths, they felt strange: Why should they be afraid of such an ill-omened, widowed wretch?

Er Bao was also both scared and surprised by Mo Ruyue's actions just now. But as long as Mo Ruyue wouldn't sell him and his brothers, he obediently went to close the door, shutting the neighbors out.

The courtyard gradually quieted down, but Er Bao still held his brothers' hands, quietly hiding behind the door watching Mo Ruyue, not uttering a word.

Afraid that saying one wrong thing would get them sold off by Bad Mother again.

Mo Ruyue couldn't be bothered with them. Only after all the riffraff had left did her legs give way, and she slumped down by the table. Her stomach growled with hunger again, and her head felt dizzy and swollen, as if about to explode.

So hungry... She urgently needed to replenish her energy right now...

Just as this thought crossed her mind, within Mo Ruyue's blood-blurred vision, an infinite space suddenly appeared, mingled with green and earthy yellow.

Within her visible range, the space contained a vast expanse of farmland. The field held only a few weeds, no crops yet. But in the middle of the farmland stood a large house resembling a mushroom hut. By the doorway was a dried-up spring, seemingly waiting for someone to dig out its clear waters.

Was this the portable space mentioned in farming novels?

Mo Ruyue was surprised for a moment but quickly accepted this miraculous 'golden finger' setting.

After all, even something as bizarre as her dying and transmigrating into a book had happened; a golden finger didn't seem that strange.

Mo Ruyue sniffed the air in the space and found her stomach didn't feel as hungry anymore, and some strength had returned. She walked towards the mushroom hut and discovered a large smart refrigerator in one corner, though it was still in an unactivated state.

Next to the refrigerator was clearly an open-style small kitchen. Steel knives, electric stoves, pressure cookers—all the basic modern kitchenware were there, but also in unopened packaging.

Mo Ruyue reached out to touch it and found she seemed to hit an invisible barrier. She could see the kitchen but couldn't enter.

Perhaps she needed to do something to activate this space?

Since it was a space for farming and cooking, maybe she needed to have something to plant in the outside field first, before the tools inside could be unlocked?

Mo Ruyue frowned: The problem was she was injured... and about to faint from hunger, yet there was nothing in this space to fill her stomach... Without strength, how could she feed herself and then solve the problems?

Puzzled as she was, Mo Ruyue wasn't one to wallow in self-pity. She was just about to leave the space and return to reality to think of a solution when, as soon as she stepped out the door, a drop of blood from her forehead suddenly fell onto the dried-up spring.

The next moment...

The spring erupted with a dazzling burst of watery light. Then, the bloodstain was magically absorbed. The next moment, gurgling sweet water, cool and fragrant, tinged with the scent of flowers, bubbled forth from the spring.

A flash of inspiration struck Mo Ruyue. She crouched down, drank a few mouthfuls of the spring water, and felt as if her whole body had been cleansed—refreshed and clear-headed. The wound on her head hurt less, her stomach didn't feel as hungry, and her lost strength gradually returned...

This space was somewhat useful after all.

Mo Ruyue stood up satisfied, glancing at the vast expanse of whiteness not far in the space. Perhaps once she developed the existing space, that distant white area might hold even more surprises!!

Since she had already transmigrated into this book, leaving behind her life as a killer braving wind and rain, she might as well settle down and live a farming life here...

Wasn't this, after all, what she had longed for in her previous life?

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