The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 1: Soul Travel [New Text Published]_1

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

The sun blazed down relentlessly, baking the earth as if with intense fire. While uncomfortable, this intense heat was actually welcomed by the villagers. With the grains already harvested, the sun's warmth was crucial for properly drying them before storage. A prolonged period of rain would have presented a dire predicament.

Thankfully, after five or six arduous days, the major harvesting was complete, leaving only minor tasks. The wheat had been safely stored in the barns, and soon, the land would be prepared for planting corn and soybeans, ushering in a brief respite from the strenuous farm work.

The remaining cleanup involved nothing more than collecting dried wheat stalks from the fields, intended for use as firewood.

A remarkably handsome young man, clad in blue robes, emerged from the fields, a substantial bundle of wheat straw balanced on his back.

Onlookers offered friendly greetings with smiles. It wasn't every day one encountered scholars in the village. Two notable figures were set to depart for further studies this year: the eldest grandson of the Yang family, who kept to himself and was rumored to be diligently studying in town, and Guan Qingshu, who, to everyone's astonishment, had returned to engage in farm labor.

Guan Qingshu reciprocated the smiles with a nod, not offering much in the way of conversation.

"Brother Qingshu, allow me to assist you," a girl's voice chimed out, and she hurried forward.

"There's no need," Guan Qingshu responded, his brow furrowing slightly as he observed the approaching figure.

"My, Dani shows such compassion for others," someone jested. "Dani, come lend us a hand as well."

Yang Dani paid them no mind, her focus unwavering on Guan Qingshu. She insisted, "I will help you..." and even reached out to grasp the bundle of wheat straw.

"Yang Dani, cease your pestering," Guan Qingshu exclaimed, his irritation evident. This Yang Dani behaved like an incessant gnat, always hovering near him whenever they crossed paths, and he found her presence deeply unwelcome. "I do not wish to see you..." he stated, turning to walk away.

"I'll help you," Yang Dani, demonstrating her characteristic stubbornness, remained unfazed and continued to clutch the wheat straw, refusing to let go.

"I already said you don't need to!" Guan Qingshu stepped back.

However, his persistent counterpart, well-accustomed to physical exertion, possessed considerable strength and did not release her grip. Instead, she pulled harder, inadvertently causing the rope securing the wheat straw bundle to snap unexpectedly...

Guan Qingshu stumbled, nearly losing his footing. Yang Dani, having applied excessive force, lost her own balance and toppled backward, landing directly into the irrigation ditch situated behind her.

Startled, Guan Qingshu instinctively moved to grab her, but he was a fraction of a second too late. He could only watch helplessly as Yang Dani tumbled several times before disappearing into the ditch...

The instant Yang Ruxin regained full consciousness, an overwhelming ache coursed through her entire body, and her mind was a chaotic storm, akin to a thousand alpacas stampeding. She, Yang Ruxin, had survived numerous confrontations over her twenty-odd years without ever tasting defeat. Yet, here she was, bested by a mere pickpocket. If she ever laid hands on the scoundrel who had pilfered her purse, she vowed to skin them alive. The ultimate indignity, however, was finding herself submerged in a sewer.

Once this incident became common knowledge, how could the esteemed Sister Ruxin possibly face anyone again?

Yet, as her despair deepened, memories entirely foreign to her own consciousness began to flood her mind... After a moment of profound bewilderment, she couldn't suppress a curse, murmuring, "Blast it all, I've actually transmigrated?"

The original inhabitant of this body also bore the surname Yang. Tragically, being a female, she lacked a distinctive given name and was simply referred to as Dani by the Yang family. Furthermore, she had three younger sisters and one younger brother. Only the brother, by virtue of being male, possessed a unique name and a recognized position within the family's lineage – Yang Rufeng. The other girls were unceremoniously designated as Erni, Sanni, and Sini.