The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Great Xuan Dynasty, the 20th year of Emperor Xuanjing's reign, Linjiang Prefecture, Baihua County, Lianhua Town, Dapu East Village.

The scorching sun baked the earth like a fierce fire; although it made people uncomfortable, they preferred such days. The grains were already harvested and needed the sun's warmth to dry properly for storage. If it were rainy, that would be a real hassle.

Fortunately, after five or six days of hard work, most of it was done, leaving only some finishing tasks. The wheat had been stored in the barns, and soon it would be time to plow the fields again to plant corn and soybeans, followed by a brief lull in farm work.

The cleanup work simply meant gathering wheat straws from the fields for firewood.

A handsome youth in blue clothes walked out from the fields carrying a large bundle of wheat straw on his back.

Passersby greeted him with smiles. After all, there were not many scholars in the village. Two were set to leave for studies this year; one was the eldest grandson of the Yang Family, who never showed his face and was said to be studying diligently in town. The other was Guan Qingshu, who surprisingly came back to do farm work, a fact that amazed everyone.

Guan Qingshu just smiled and nodded without saying much.

"Brother Qingshu, let me help you," a girl's voice said, as she ran over quickly.

"No need," Guan Qingshu said, his face inadvertently frowning as he looked at the person approaching.

"Wow, Dani really knows how to pity others," someone teased. "Dani, come help us too."

Yang Dani ignored the others, her gaze fixed on Guan Qingshu, insistently saying, "I'll help you..."—even reaching out to grab the bundle of wheat straw.

"Yang Dani, stop bothering me," Guan Qingshu was truly irritated. This Yang Dani was like a pesky fly, always sticking to him whenever they met, and he disliked her. "I don't want to see you..." he said before turning to walk away.

"I'll help you." Yang Dani, stubborn as ever, was not annoyed and kept gripping the wheat straw without letting go.

"I said no need!" Guan Qingshu stepped back.

But his opponent, accustomed to hard labor, had not a small amount of strength and failed to let go. Instead, she continued to pull, not expecting the rope holding the bundle of wheat straw to snap suddenly...

Guan Qingshu staggered, almost falling, while Yang Dani, exerting too much force, couldn't keep her balance and fell backward, right into the irrigation ditch behind her.

Guan Qingshu, startled, wanted to reach out for her, but was a step too late, only able to watch as Yang Dani tumbled a few times before falling into the ditch...

The moment Yang Ruxin fully regained consciousness, her whole body ached, and her mind was in turmoil, like a thousand alpacas stampeding. She, Yang Ruxin, had fought so many fights over her twenty-odd years and had never lost. Yet now, she had been taken down by a pickpocket. If she ever caught the bastard who stole her purse, she'd flay them alive... The worst part was that she fell into a sewer. Once the story got out, how could she, Sister Ruxin, ever show her face again?

However, just as she continued to agonize over it, sudden memories that didn't belong to her flooded her mind... After a moment of bewilderment, she couldn't help but curse softly, "Damn it all, I've actually transmigrated?"

The owner of this body was also surnamed Yang, but sadly, being a girl, she didn't have a specific name and was just called Dani by the Yang Family. Then there were three younger sisters and one younger brother; only the brother, being a boy, had a specific name and a place in the family hierarchy—Yang Rufeng. The other girls were simply called Erni, Sanni, and Sini.