Transmigrated as a Peasant Girl with Prophetic Dreams: Using My Space to Become the Richest Person - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Transmigrated as a Pitiful Farm Girl

Great An Dynasty, Niaor Village. It was the height of summer, and the sweltering heat was enough to make one feel faint.

Yang Xue tried to open her eyes groggily, only to feel a sharp, throbbing pain in her head. Someone had just struck her with a wooden club.

Wait, wasn’t I out inspecting the fields? Why would someone hit me with a club?

“Sister-in-law, you can’t treat Xue’er like this! She’s still sick! How can you hit her?”

“Bah! I say she’s faking it. She just wants to slack off. The sun is already high in the sky and she’s still lying in bed instead of working? I’ll beat her to death!”

Two female voices rang in Yang Xue’s ears. One was shrill, mean, and incredibly noisy; the other was sobbing, weak, and easily bullied.

“Where am I?”

Yang Xue struggled to open her eyes while clutching her head, only to feel a sudden burst of pain in her arm. Someone was pinching her skin with all their might.

“Won’t get up? If she won’t get up, I’ll pinch her to death. Better than having her lie there expecting people to wait on her!”

“Sister-in-law, no! Please let go of my Xue’er…”

Pain wracked her body and noise filled her ears. In a fit of rage, Yang Xue struggled into a sitting position on the bed. “Bloody hell, who is it? Are you trying to die? Shut up!”

Perhaps caught off guard by Yang Xue’s sudden movement and her foul-mouthed anger, the woman who had been threatening to pinch her to death froze in shock.

But a moment later, the woman snapped back to her senses. She lunged at Yang Xue’s arm, pinching her again while cursing, “You brat, you’ve grown some guts, haven’t you? How dare you talk back! I’ll pinch the life out of you…”

Caught unprepared, Yang Xue winced from another sharp pain. Infuriated, she shoved the woman away.

However, Yang Xue had underestimated her current physical condition. After pushing the woman off, she collapsed back onto the bed in a state of weakness.

Lying there, she tried to make sense of the situation. She forced her eyes open to survey her surroundings.

She was covered by a tattered old quilt that smelled faintly of mold. The walls were made of rammed earth, the roof was thatched with straw, and the room was utterly destitute, with nothing but a pile of old farming tools in the corner.

…

The Realization

Suddenly, memories flooded into her mind like a tide.

Good grief. She, a high-achieving student from a modern agricultural university, had collapsed in the fields due to overwork while inspecting experimental crops.

She had woken up as the second daughter of the third son of the Yang family in Niaor Village, Great An Dynasty.

The original owner of this body was a total “unlucky soul”—or rather, her entire branch of the family was. Her father was the third son; his parents didn’t love him, which meant the whole family lived a miserable life within the Yang household.

As a young girl, she never had enough to eat, had endless chores to do, and suffered constant beatings and verbal abuse.

Case in point: the screeching woman currently threatening to kill her was her eldest aunt.

“Oh, heavens! The world is ending! This ‘money-losing commodity’ is hitting her elders! This is outrageous!”

The aunt, Zhao Zhadi, had been caught off guard by Yang Xue’s shove and landed hard on her backside. She immediately began wailing on the floor.

“Ugh! You old hag, can you be quiet? You’re driving me crazy!”

Yang Xue was having a hard time accepting her new reality. Her mind was a mess, and Zhao Zhadi’s constant howling only made it worse.

“Xue’er, you’re finally awake!” A haggard woman, her face full of concern, rushed to Yang Xue’s side, stroking her head while tears streamed down her face.

This was the original owner’s mother, Qian Yue’e.

Yang Xue couldn’t bring herself to call this stranger “Mother,” so she simply muttered, “I’m fine.”

Qian Yue’e’s eyes were red as she gently touched Yang Xue’s forehead. “Thank God, the fever has finally broken. Xue’er, you scared me to death.”

While Qian Yue’e was fussing over her, Zhao Zhadi had recovered from Yang Xue’s shout. Cursing the “brat,” she lunged forward, intending to beat Yang Xue as she usually did.

Yang Xue watched her approach. She pushed Qian Yue’e aside, stood up, grabbed Zhao Zhadi by the collar, and delivered several sharp slaps across her face. Zhao Zhadi was stunned into silence.

“Ah! She’s crazy! This girl has gone mad!” Zhao Zhadi screamed, clutching her cheeks.

The noise made Yang Xue’s head spin. Her hand brushed against something on the bed; without looking, she grabbed it and stuffed it directly into Zhao Zhadi’s mouth.

It was a rag—she had no idea why it was on the bed, but it served its purpose perfectly.

In an instant, the world went quiet.

But that wasn’t enough. Yang Xue looked at the stunned and bewildered Qian Yue’e. “Is there any rope?”

Seeing Qian Yue’e’s blank stare, Yang Xue asked again, “Is there any rope?”

Qian Yue’e snapped out of it. “No… no, there isn’t.”

Yang Xue frowned, then heard Qian Yue’e ask, “There are some vines. Will those work?”

“Yes. Give them to me.”

“Mmmph… mmmph… mmmph!” Zhao Zhadi struggled.

Yang Xue looked at her coldly. “Make one more sound and I’ll kill you.”

Qian Yue’e, entering the room with the vines, heard this and was so frightened she dropped them on the floor.

Yang Xue looked at her. “Give me the vines.”

Qian Yue’e hesitated. “Xue’er, what are you going to do with those?”

Yang Xue replied bluntly, “Tie her up. She’s too annoying and she’s disturbing my rest.”

“Xue’er, this is…”

“Don’t worry about it. Go do whatever you need to do.”

“But—”

“If you don’t want to see me tormented to death by her, then listen to me. Otherwise, you can just wait to collect my corpse.”

The words were so severe that Qian Yue’e didn’t dare interfere with Zhao Zhadi further.

…

A Secret Discovery

After tying Zhao Zhadi up and tossing her into the corner, Yang Xue looked at Qian Yue’e. “Go back to your work. Just don’t let anyone know she’s here.”

Qian Yue’e bit her lip and nodded.

Once she left, Yang Xue sighed and collapsed back onto the bed. As an agricultural student, she used to have plenty of strength and a healthy body. Now, she had transmigrated into this frail, pathetic weakling.

Actually, Yang Xue had a strange feeling about this transmigration. She had often dreamed of living in a small ancient village, leading a life of hardship. She had dismissed them as mere dreams, but now, the dream had become reality.

Dizzy, Yang Xue intended to catch up on some sleep. But the moment she closed her eyes, she found herself in a mysterious world.

Entering this paradise-like place, her first thought was that she had transmigrated yet again. But as she looked closer, the scene felt familiar.

Vast stretches of incredibly fertile land, various fruit trees, and a familiar bubbling spring…

Yang Xue’s heart skipped a beat. Holy crap! Isn’t this the space from my dreams?