Transmigrated as a Peasant Girl with Prophetic Dreams: Using My Space to Become the Richest Person - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: I Dreamed the Village Will Flood

Making her way to the fields, Yang Xue easily found the Yang San family.

Seeing them toiling away while the rest of the Yang family stayed home plotting how to bully them made Yang Xue laugh in sheer frustration.

“Second Sister, why are you here?” Yang Xue’s younger sister was the first to notice her.

The others looked up, and Qian Yue’e walked over with a worried expression. “Xue’er, why did you come to the field? Did your grandparents hit you again?”

Yang Xue had a sudden idea and replied, “Yes, they told me to come out and work.”

Anger flashed in Qian Yue’e’s eyes, but in the end, she said nothing. She simply told Yang Xue to sit nearby and rest.

Yang Xue turned her gaze toward Yang San, wanting to see his reaction. Seeing her look at him, Yang San echoed his wife: “Xue’er, listen to your mother. You haven’t recovered yet; just sit and rest.”

Her elder sister and younger siblings chimed in with the same sentiment.

Yang Xue sighed inwardly. She had said what she did specifically to test the family’s attitude. It was clear now: the mutual care between them was genuine, but they were all far too cowardly. They didn’t dare resist Old Man Yang, and the thought of rebellion hadn’t even crossed their minds. This was the result of years of systemic oppression.

Sitting on the ridge of the field with her chin in her hands, Yang Xue resolved that since she was here, she would make their lives better.

“Dad, are you familiar with the mountains?”

Yang San stopped hoeing. “Not really. There are wolves, tigers, and leopards up there. We aren’t hunters, so we rarely go up.”

Yang Xue nodded thoughtfully. This made her plan harder. If the mountains were dangerous, she couldn’t easily convince them to go—unless she told them about the flood and made them believe her.

“Dad, Mom, Big Sister, little brother and sister—come over here. I have something to tell you.”

Seeing her serious expression, the family dropped their tools and gathered around.

“Xue’er, what is it? Are you feeling unwell? Mom will take you to the town doctor right now.”

“No, I’m fine physically. But,” Yang Xue scanned the five of them, “what I’m about to say might sound unbelievable, but please, you must believe me.”

The family nodded in unison. “Mhm, go on.”

“When I was unconscious yesterday, I dreamed that the village would be hit by a massive flood.”

Qian Yue’e gasped. “A flood?!”

Yang San frowned. “It’s okay, it was just a dream. Don’t be scared.”

Yang Xue shook her head. “Dad, Mom, I’m afraid it’s more than just a dream. There’s something I’ve never told you. Everything I dream about… actually happens.”

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Proving the Prophecy

To prove she wasn’t making it up, Yang Xue started listing examples: “For instance, I dreamed Grandpa would send Dad to the stone quarry for hard labor, and a few days later, he did. I dreamed wild boars would come down the mountain to ruin the crops, and they did. I dreamed I would be submerged in the river, and then Grandma held me underwater.”

“So, Dad, Mom, my dreams really do come true.”

The family stood there, slack-jawed.

“Xue… Xue’er, are you serious?” Yang San asked, his voice trembling.

Yang Xue nodded heavily. “I’m serious. I didn’t tell you before because it sounds so crazy. And since the previous dreams weren’t life-threatening, I kept quiet. But this is different. I dreamed of a flood—a flood that will kill people.”

“We must prepare before it arrives.”

Panic set in. Yang San’s first instinct was to rush home. “Okay! I’ll go tell your grandparents right now!”

Yang Xue slapped her forehead and quickly stopped him. “Dad, no!”

“Why not?” Yang San looked confused.

“Do you really think they’ll believe you? They’ll just curse you and call me a monster. They might even use it as an excuse to hire a Taoist priest to ‘exorcise’ me. Do you want them to hurt me?”

Yang San shook his head frantically. “No! Never!”

“Then listen to me. Mom, you agree, right? If he tells them, it only puts me in danger.”

Qian Yue’e nodded. “She’s right. They won’t believe us, and it’ll only hurt our Xue’er.”

Her elder sister, Yang Shuang, and the younger siblings also nodded fearfully. “Don’t tell them, Dad!”

“But… what do we do?” Yang San was at a total loss.

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The Strategy

“Dad, go to the Village Chief,” Yang Xue instructed. “Tell him that while you were selling firewood yesterday, you overheard someone. Say it was a man who studies the stars and predicted a flood is coming to this area. Whether the Chief believes it or not is up to him.”

“Tomorrow, our family will prepare to head to the mountains to hide. Since we’ve warned the Chief, whatever happens to the rest of the village isn’t on our heads. And when we come down later, no one can blame us for not speaking up.”

Yang San realized this was the best course of action. They couldn’t tell the elder Yangs directly, and they couldn’t just vanish without an explanation, or they’d face the village’s wrath later.

“Fine. I’ll go find the Village Chief now.”

As Yang San hurried away, Qian Yue’e watched his retreating back with a face full of worry.

Yang Shuang, however, turned to look at her sister with a piercing gaze. “Xue’er… you seem different somehow.”