Chapter 3

When Li Chunhua saw Leng Xue speak and noticed that more and more commune members were arriving to watch the commotion, she grew bolder.

She hurried over to her son Leng Tianbao, who was cowering by the back door, hugged his head, and kept calling out, “My baby boy, it’s okay now, don’t be afraid, Mommy’s here.”

“What mommy? That’s so embarrassingly rural!”

Leng Tianbao was in middle school at the commune. Li Chunhua had brought him rice a few times, and his classmates laughed at him for calling her Mu Ma (an old-fashioned way of saying “mom”).

When he came home on break, he threw a huge tantrum and demanded that from now on she use the more modern “Ma” instead.

Now, in her panic, Li Chunhua had slipped and said “Mu Ma” again.

Leng Tianbao was embarrassed, struggled out of her embrace, and shouted, “How many times have I told you, it’s Ma, not Mu Ma. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

“My baby, Ma was wrong.”

Even being scolded by her son in front of everyone didn’t faze Li Chunhua. In her world, Tianbao was everything.

“Comrade Xu, Zhaodi’s alive now. She can still marry into your family, so there’s no need to refund the bride price.”

Compared to his son, Leng Daguì cared more about money. He spoke eagerly, afraid that Xu Zhonghong would back out of the engagement.

Xu Zhonghong didn’t reply immediately. This family was greedy and shameless. If the marriage really went through, they’d probably come knocking at his door all the time asking for handouts.

The atmosphere was tense and quiet.

Leng Tianbao, realizing Leng Xue wasn’t a ghost, became enraged. He shouted, “You rotten Zhaodi! How dare you scare me! Just wait till I kick you to death!”

He charged at Leng Xue like a mad bull. But Leng Xue had skill—there was no way she’d let him land a hit. She stepped aside slightly, extended her right foot, and tripped the furious Tianbao with ease.

“Arghhh!” Leng Tianbao pitched forward. Because he had rushed too fast and couldn’t stop in time, he hit the ground face-first. By sheer bad luck, he knocked out a bloody front tooth, which flew a good distance away.

While browsing the original Leng Zhaodi’s memories, Leng Xue had also taken a quick peek at the space King Yama had given her.

One word: opulent.

Everything was in there—from staple foods to fruits, even a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, Chinese cuisine, Western food, Thai food, and curry chicken.

She didn’t need to worry about spoilage, either. The space had a preservation function—everything would stay fresh for hundreds of years.

The wardrobe mainly held women’s clothes: casual wear, business attire, princess dresses, wedding gowns, lolita fashion, and even modern Hanfu.

Everything was neatly organized, beautifully displayed.

The supplies were top-tier in quality.

There was even a spiritual spring, a field of vibrant flowers, and a full variety of thriving Chinese herbs.

Most astonishingly, it even included modern firearms!

Right now, Leng Xue quietly summoned a small leaf from the space with her mind. She held it between her fingers, aimed carefully, and flicked it.

The leaf struck a tooth mid-air, changing direction and hitting Li Chunhua squarely in the face as she was hurrying to help her son.

“AHHH!”

A blood-curdling scream rang out as Li Chunhua instinctively clutched her face.

The tooth had been hard, and combined with the speed and force of the leaf, the pain made her twitch uncontrollably.

Li Chunhua looked pitiful in her distress, but Leng Xue didn’t feel the least bit sorry for her.

According to the red memory orb, when Leng Zhaodi was ten, she was once nearly beaten to death by Li Chunhua for simply eating half a corn cob out of hunger.

Now there were too many people watching—Leng Xue couldn’t hang Li Chunhua up and beat her, so this was just an appetizer.

Later, on a dark, windy night, she’d throw a sack over Li Chunhua and give her the beating she deserved. There was still time.

Leng Xue had survived the apocalypse. Any compassion she once had had long since been fed to the dogs.

“Mah doth, mah toof, waaaah!”

Leng Tianbao was helped up by Leng Daguì. He was howling in pain, his tooth gone, and even his speech was now whistling with air.

Li Chunhua had a small bloody hole on her face and was wailing incessantly.

Leng Daguì held his son in his arms and stared numbly at his crying wife—but he was still thinking about Xu Zhonghong’s money.

Now that “Leng Zhaodi” was alive again, she could still marry the mentally challenged Xu son as planned. That meant they wouldn’t have to return the bride price!

Not only that—they could even ask their future in-laws for medical expenses to fix Leng Tianbao’s tooth.

After all, the city folks had money.
Leng Daguì shamelessly calculated.