Transmigrated as a Peasant Girl with Prophetic Dreams: Using My Space to Become the Richest Person - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Preparing to Flee to the Mountains

Hearing Yang Shuang say this, Yang Xue didn’t panic at all. Her personality and that of the original owner were worlds apart; it was inevitable that the family would notice the difference.

Yang Xue had prepared herself for this. A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“Sister, I just don’t want to live such a pitiful life anymore.”

“Do you know? When Grandma held my head under the river water, I felt so suffocated, so hopeless. I kept thinking, ‘Why am I so pathetic?'”

“At the moment I was losing consciousness, I thought: ‘I want to live. I don’t want to die.’ The sensation of death is too terrifying. If I could survive, I swore I would live according to my own will. I won’t live like a wretch anymore.”

“It’s just… too painful.”

As Yang Xue finished, she looked up to find Qian Yue’e and Yang Shuang’s faces covered in tears. Even the two younger ones had reddened eyes.

Yang Yu suddenly lunged forward and hugged Yang Xue tightly. “Second Sister, Grandma is bad! Second Sister, I don’t want you to die!”

Yang Xue felt a pang of genuine emotion. She had said those things to lay the groundwork for her future personality shifts, but she hadn’t expected to move them to tears. It seemed they truly cared for one another.

“Mhm. I won’t die. I’ll live well from now on and lead you all to a better life.”

“Really? Can we really live a good life?” Little Yang Yu sniffled. “Actually, Xiao Yu feels very pitiful too.”

Yang Tian also looked at her with wide, hopeful eyes. “Second Sister, can we really have a good life?”

Yang Yu and Yang Tian, aged ten and eight, still held onto hope for the future. In contrast, eighteen-year-old Yang Shuang had clearly lost the light in her eyes long ago.

Yang Xue looked at them firmly. “We can. As long as we start making changes now.”

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The Village Chief’s House

Meanwhile, Yang San made his way to the Village Chief’s house. After hesitating at the gate, he finally knocked.

The Chief’s eldest daughter-in-law opened the door and was surprised to see him. “Uncle Yang? Are you looking for my father-in-law?”

Yang San nodded awkwardly. “Yes. Is the Chief in?”

“He is. Come in.” Thinking of the Yang family’s reputation, she added, “Did something happen at home?”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that.”

She led him into the courtyard and called the Chief out. The Chief, a man in his early forties—only a couple of years older than Yang San—looked at him with surprise. “Yang San? You’re looking for me? Is there trouble?”

Yang San shook his head, nervously rubbing his hands together. “No… it’s just… I have something important to tell you.”

The Chief sensed his unease and brought him into the main hall. Once they were seated, he said, “Whatever it is, just tell me.”

Yang San lowered his head. He remembered the look of trust and hope in Yang Xue’s eyes when she gave him this task. He took a deep breath and looked up.

“Chief, when I was in town selling firewood yesterday, I accidentally overheard someone saying a flood is coming to our area.”

“I was shocked and afraid the person was just bluffing, so I moved closer to listen. He sounded very certain. I asked around later and heard that the man can read the stars—some say he’s even worked for the Imperial Palace.”

“Chief, I think this is a serious matter, so I decided I had to tell you.”

The Chief was stunned. “Truly? You’re sure that’s what he said? A flood here?”

“Yes, Chief. I’m certain I didn’t hear it wrong.”

The Chief’s expression grew solemn. He knew Yang San was an honest man who wouldn’t make up such a tall tale. Still, he couldn’t be sure if the stranger’s words were true. But then again… what if they were?

“Alright, I understand. Yang San, thank you for bringing this to me. This news is very important. Go home for now; I need to think about this.”

“Okay.” Yang San stood up, feeling a massive weight lift from his shoulders.

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The Heist Begins

When Yang San returned to the field, Qian Yue’e rushed to meet him. “Husband, how was it? What did the Chief say?”

“He didn’t say much, just told me to go home while he thinks about it.”

“Then what do we do next?” Qian Yue’e asked, her face full of worry.

Yang San didn’t know either, but he knew they had to get to the mountains soon. However, dealing with Old Man Yang and Old Lady Wang was going to be the biggest hurdle.

Yang Xue, watching her parents fret, spoke up calmly. “Dad, Mom, let’s see what the Chief does tomorrow.”

“If he tells the village, we can use that as an excuse to move to the mountains. If he says nothing, we’ll have to slip away in the middle of the night.”

The parents nodded. It seemed that was their only option.

Yang Xue suspected they would likely be slipping away at night. It was highly improbable the Chief would risk his reputation on such a “wild” rumor.

In that case, she thought, I’ll have to play the thief for the next two days. She needed to “borrow” some grain from the Yang family stores. They couldn’t go up the mountain empty-handed and starve. Fortunately, she had her Space—the perfect place to hide stolen goods where no one would ever find them.