70 Space: Dress up as a heroine and marry a rough guy

The villagers of this era were ignorant and backward, with little awareness of human rights. They really dared to lock people in cages like dogs.

Ji Qingran believed that the Zhu family mother in front of her must be more vicious. She could guess it from the fact that she could press the original owner and let his stupid son have sex.

She made a plan in an instant.

You can't be tough right now, you can only give in. At least you have to heal the wound on your head first.

She was now dizzy and nauseated whenever she moved, and it was impossible to escape.

Ji Qingran shrank back, pretending to be scared, and whispered, "I know."

A satisfied smile appeared on Zhu's face.

"I have a bad headache and I need to drink some water."

Zhu's mother's smile froze.

"If I don't take good care of myself, how can I continue the family line with your son?"

"Stupidity is hereditary. If I get pregnant with such a weak body, the child may not be able to be born smoothly. Even if it is born, it may be weak and sick, and it will definitely not be able to survive."

Zhu's mother frowned at what she said and looked nervous.

There are always a few women who give birth in the village every year who cannot survive, and many of the children they give birth to are so weak that they die. She knows that the situation Ji Qingran mentioned is possible.

"You're a little whore who wants to die. You deserve to hit the wall anyway!"

Zhu Jianiang spat angrily, and then continued: "You have been resting on the bed for the past few days and heal your injuries quickly. I will not tolerate you."

After saying that, she picked up the enamel teapot on the mahogany cabinet next to her, turned around and walked out.

Ji Qingran sneered.

Even if she is lying on the bed, she can still make the Zhu family busy.

Thinking of her current situation, she couldn't laugh anymore.

There is a palm-sized mirror standing on the bedside table.

The pink plastic case has a crack on the mirror.

Ji Qingran remembered that her grandfather's hometown in the countryside also had something like this. It seemed to be popular in the 80s.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Qingran changed places.

This is?

She looked around carefully.

A path only for two people to walk side by side extends windingly towards the mountains in the distance.

On both sides were lush farmlands, and the unharvested crops were so full that their waist branches were drooping.

Ji Qingran looked back and saw a small farmyard behind her.

How did she get here?

This is the small village where grandpa and grandma lived before they were alive!

Ji Qingran quickly ran into the yard.

The warehouses on the left and right sides were full of rice, flour, grain and oil, which she had just brought over when she came to visit the two old people.

Another room was filled with vegetables and fruits, and several large freezers were filled with fish and meat, including pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, and fish.

Ji Qingran went to the backyard.

Three sheep were leisurely munching on the grass in the pen, and a few piglets were sleeping soundly, purring evenly.

The hen and her brood of chicks pecked at the grass seeds on the ground, and a group of ducks swayed as if they had just eaten and were taking a group walk.

despair.

A drop of crystal water fell, catching Ji Qingran's attention.

There is an extra spring beside the well, and a small pool has gathered there.

The spring water was crystal clear, clearly reflecting her current face.

Ji Qingran picked up the water ladle, scooped out half a ladle of water and brought it to her mouth.

The spring water was sweet and fragrant, and before she knew it, she drank all the water in the gourd.

Soon, she felt that her limbs were hot, her hands and feet were getting warmer, and all the malaise in her body seemed to have disappeared.

fainted.

Ji Qingran put down the water ladle and walked to the stone mill aside.

Older generations use this traditional stone mill to make tofu and grind soy milk. The millstone is very heavy, weighing about three to four hundred kilograms.

Ji Qingran had a guess in her mind.

She touched the millstone, took a deep breath, and lifted it hard!