The fake daughter-in-law holds the script of Long Aotian

The night wind blew across Shen Mian's back, and she suddenly felt excited.

No, not right.

Shen Mian's heart skipped a beat, and a subtle feeling surged into his heart.

In fact, the Lan family could simply cancel the engagement unilaterally.

A breach of contract is a breach of contract, and all the dowry and betrothal gifts will be paid to Shen Mian, so what?

Now Shen Mian, no matter what he has in his hands, is in Shen Li's pocket.

There is really no need to break off the engagement in public.

It's unnecessary and a waste of time.

For insurance?

Shen Li's price was too high and there was no agreement?

Lan Yan has a new soft rice order that needs to be processed urgently?

Or some other reason?

Shen Mian shoveled away a clod of soil with one kick.

It's too bad, the current situation is too bad!

She is now completely passive and will die!

Agreeing to break off the engagement, return the dowry, Shen Li returns home, all his wealth is gone and everyone is dead.

If they don't agree to break off the engagement, for the Lan family who are waiting for rice to be cooked, time is money, and there is no need to say anything about the brutal capitalist's face.

In front of the notary, they were willing to pretend to be good citizens, but when the person left the day after tomorrow, Shen Mian had to die on the spot.

If Shen Mian wants to survive, he must completely overturn the chessboard.

But, is that easier said than done?

Shen Mian felt a headache coming on and decided to put the problem aside and think about it again when he went home.

Of course, she would never have imagined that tomorrow night, the engagement would end in an unexpected and hilarious way.

……

It was still a long way home, and once he pulled away from his thoughts, he saw only twilight and no one in the wilderness around him. Shen Mian swallowed and said, "Tongzi, tell me about the empire."

A BGM is better than nothing.

The system’s inorganic electronic sound sounds particularly reliable at the moment:

"The empire is vast and is divided into seventy-two regions. With the Emperor Star as the center, the empire is divided into two.

Some people say that the upper empire is the pure land of the royal family, while the lower empire is the paradise of the nobles. "

Shen Mian immediately understood: They are all equally bad.

"You are now on the border of the Lower Empire and the edge of the REX 566 galaxy. It is a small satellite orbiting the main star of the galaxy. The small satellite was once rich in minerals, but after all the mining was done, the abandoned mines were divided up and purchased by consortiums and rebuilt into farm."

"The lord of the REX566 galaxy is Count Martel. In fact, in a small galaxy like this, the lord's title is usually baron..."

Shen Mian understood instantly again: This Earl was not doing well in the empire.

"The farm you are currently on is called Shen Family Manor. Most of the stewards in the manor are named Shen. It mainly produces food crops. The land in the manor is leased to farmers, which means..."

“In addition to paying taxes, you also have to pay rent.”

"To be precise, it's four parts, the royal family and lord's taxes, Shen's rent, and the steward's management fee," the system said flatly, "It's a fixed amount of grain based on the land area."

"According to Shen Group's internal financial report, the manor's grain output per hectare is..."

Shen Mian suddenly stopped when she heard the number reported by the system, which was completely beyond her expectation.

It's not so high that it's scary, but it's so low that it's scary.

"I assume that I have traveled to the future, not the Qing Dynasty or modern times? Although the feudal level is very similar, the productivity is not even the same."

"And with this kind of output, the Shen family has to operate at a loss. It can't be that the conscience of the capitalists is willing to help others."

There is no need for the system to say anything.

Shen Mian's face was solemn as she stood at the edge of the farmland.

The crops are withered and yellow, sparse, and no different from wasteland.

After paying the tax, there is nothing left.

"How is this going?"

"If you really want to know, keep going to the left."

Looking up, under the cover of night, is there a hill over there?

Shen Mian deviated from the original route without hesitation.

Shen Mian suddenly stopped.

Countless pieces of garbage that have been squeezed out of their last traces of value pile up on top of each other.

Only half of the robot's head is left with a simulated smile on its face, and the broken mobile terminal is still loaded with 16 minutes of advertisements from the show, indicating that the liquid in the case is extremely dangerous and is constantly leaking...

The simulated mechanical cicada with its wings torn off was at her feet, singing happy birthday in a lonely and desolate manner.

"Industrial waste has been processed, the Shen family has been honored as an environmental protection enterprise, and land-loving farmers have been able to cultivate their land... How can this not be considered a win-win situation?"

There was a hint of irony in the system's inorganic voice.

The broken mobile terminal finally finished loading the advertisement.

The screen flashed.

The man in black military uniform, with a face that was cut by the screen, and an expression that was almost fainting from excitement, told about the glorious achievements the empire had made this year.

It has a beautiful environment, rapid economic development, advanced scientific research, and excellent citizen welfare...

"Praise the Empire! Praise the Queen!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The screen flashed again.

A middle-aged peasant woman named XX, with a bruised nose and swollen face, held up a guarantee letter with blood-red fingerprints and all the information except the optical brain serial number.

I confessed with tears that I was sorry for the kindness of the empire, and I would make up for the tax arrears next year.

Shen Mian watched quietly as one person after another appeared on the list of tax defaulters. The list was so long that it seemed to be endless.

Some people here are still speculating with great interest today on the tragic fate of "second-hand goods" like Shen cotton.

Until, a rotten stench was sent to Chen Mian's nose by the gentle night wind.

The black-haired girl's face was as dark as water. She followed the source of the smell and used a branch to push aside the rolled-up dilapidated straw mat.

—A tiny, dead baby girl.

……

"I can't stand it anymore." Shen Mian, who was shocked, said to the system, "I really want to chop this damn garbage author into pieces and feed it to the pigs. I want to chop off his hand..."

"Calm down..."

"I can't stay here for another day. People will eat here. I have to leave..." Shen Mian muttered nervously. There was a sound of footsteps behind her. She turned around suddenly, grabbed the branches and shouted at the person who came, "What are you doing!"

The person who came was a girl with short brown-black hair and dark skin who was slightly taller than her. She was carrying a backpack, and something inside was emitting fluorescence in the darkness.

"Shen Mianmian." She spoke calmly, turning the question into a statement.

Shen Mian shuddered, then realized that he was being called, and said inwardly: "What do you want to do?!"

The girl's expression remained unchanged and her mood was stable: "Go home early, it's not safe at night."

She looked at Shen Mian.

Shen Mian looked at her.

Shen Mian thought in disbelief: "It's gone? That's it? It's not some late-night plot to make money or kill people, it's not some protagonist's unexpected encounter with someone teaching him martial arts in the middle of the night, it's just a simple safety reminder?"

She opened her mouth, wanting to say thank you but feeling a little awkward: "What's that glowing thing in your backpack?"

The girl calmly took off her backpack and took out a marble-sized stone: "The scraps from the old mine are of no use, do you want them?"

The cracks in the stones emit a faint blue light.

Shen Mian vigilantly poked at the system: "There is nuclear radiation, or there is monitoring equipment, or it is a witchcraft curse, right?!"

System identification shows that an ordinary ore waste that contains negligible energy and can only emit light is often found in souvenir shops in scenic spots to deceive tourists.

Shen Mian mumbled a thank you, but did not extend his hand.

The girl stopped her hand nonchalantly and asked hesitantly, "Aren't you afraid of being alone?"

Shen Mian, who usually only made jokes to deal with troubles, said coldly in the middle of the night on the first day of time travel:

"His father, I'm scared to death."

The girl nodded seriously, and then left... left? !

what?

Shen Mian didn't realize what was going on until he returned to Shen Li's house.