Volume One, Chapter 20: An Unconventional Revenge-Os três filhos não são biológicos, e após renascer, por que não me vingar?(A primavera da pequena cidade)

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Seeing her mother angry, Lan Gu could only temporarily retreat to avoid her wrath. Jingyue Han came out of the room feeling wronged and softly called to Madam Gu, "Mother, did you call me?"

"Did I call you or a ghost?" Madam Gu snapped irritably. "From today on, do whatever needs to be done. No one is allowed to loaf around at home."

"You two will take turns doing the chores, and the other will come with me to the fields. After all, you’ve reached the third or fourth level of Qi Refinement; you can’t do much else, but casting a minor water spell should be fine, right?"

"Go work in the fields. It’s acceptable to use a small rain-spell to water the crops, isn’t it? And using a metal-element spell to kill the pests in the fields should be fine too."

"Today, Minmin will do the housework. You," Madam Gu pointed at Jingyue Han, "will come with me to water and catch bugs."

"And you, newlywed or not, go to the market and find some work. You’ve already found a wife; do I still have to support the whole family? Where in the world does that make sense?" Madam Gu rattled off a string of complaints like beans spilling from a bamboo tube, leaving her son and two daughters-in-law speechless.

Jingyue Han felt wronged. Though she was not favored at home, she hadn’t really done much of these chores due to going to school.

Working in the fields was terrifying for her.

The sun’s heat was one thing, but the spiritual grain in the fields was taller than a person, its leaves edged with sharp serrations like low-grade magical weapons that could easily cut if one was careless.

The bugs in the fields were no ordinary pests. Some had armor so tough they couldn’t be killed without magical instruments; others had razor-sharp teeth that left bloody wounds with a single bite, some even poisonous, causing pain for days.

She had seen her parents’ miserable condition while farming—sometimes covered in itching welts that made it hard to eat or sleep, at times bleeding in patches, only treated with common herbs because they couldn’t afford ointments.

She hadn’t worked at home before, and now that she was married, she had to work in the fields. If she had known this, she might as well have stayed home—why marry at all?

For the first time in her life, Jingyue Han began to question the meaning of a woman marrying.

After lunch, Madam Gu drove them both to the fields. Lan Gu thought it would be hard to find work immediately, so it was better to start with farm chores and look for jobs at the market tomorrow.

He worried that if Jingyue Han went to the fields with his mother on the first day and something went wrong, he could intervene and mediate.

His intentions were good, but Madam Gu saw her pampered son trailing behind Jingyue Han like an overprotective mother hen, and her anger flared.

“Hmph, I carried you for ten months, raised you with bitter toil for over a decade, and I don’t even expect anything in return, yet your heart is with another woman.”

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she shot Jingyue Han a fierce glare.

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On this scorching day, Jingyue Han suddenly felt a chill and shivered.

“Jingyue, what’s wrong?” Lan Gu asked anxiously.

“Nothing!” She just felt a sudden, inexplicable palpitation but was otherwise fine.

Arriving at the fields outside the village, they saw the spiritual grain taller than a person’s head, now beginning to sprout ears and bloom flowers.

“Start here,” Madam Gu commanded from the edge of the field. “Two furrows each, clear the bugs here first.”

This spiritual grain was prone to pests, mostly large, long caterpillars that specifically ate the spiritual marrow of the grain. If they pierced the grain, that stalk was ruined.

“Be careful! There might also be black phosphorus snakes in the field; their bites are serious,” Madam Gu warned, showing some concern for her son.

Lan Gu and Jingyue Han both jumped in fright. Jingyue Han looked pitifully at Lan Gu. “Gu Lang, I’m scared!”

“I’m most afraid of snakes!”

Lan Gu almost refused to let her go into the fields out of concern. But seeing his mother already stepping forward, he felt awkward and comforted her instead, “Watch where you step carefully, and you’ll be fine.”

Jingyue Han cautiously entered the field.

The stalks and leaves of the spiritual grain immediately surrounded her, blocking sight of Lan Gu and Madam Gu.

But where were the bugs?

Madam Gu knew they were inexperienced and shouted, “The bugs are pale green. Where there are bugs, there will be droppings. Look carefully, and you’ll find them.”

Following her advice, Jingyue Han soon found a wound where a stalk as thick as her arm had been gnawed.

The bug was large and long, with bright black eyes. Seeing someone approach, it flexed its body aggressively.

These bugs indeed attacked people. They sprayed an acidic liquid from their mouths that burned like fire on contact.

One had to wear garments specially crafted with Qi Refinement magic to block it. But such refined cloth was expensive; even seasoned farmers wouldn’t have a full set—usually just sleeves or gloves.

Madam Gu had no intention of making such protective gear for Jingyue Han and Lan Gu. A pair of gloves cost one spirit stone, equivalent to the price of ten jin of spiritual grain.

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Jingyue Han stared at the writhing giant bug and turned pale with fright. Catching bugs was out of the question—just watching it made her heart tremble.

“Gu Lang, Gu Lang, what should I do? I can’t do this!” she pleaded tearfully.

Lan Gu hurried over to help catch the bug. Having worked in the fields before, he knew how to handle such pests.

He grabbed the bug by the sides of its neck. The bug twisted its head to bite but couldn’t reach either side. Its tail curled around his wrist tightly.

Jingyue Han screamed aloud, making Madam Gu frown.

“It’s just a bug, why make it sound like fighting a demon beast?”

Jingyue Han was unsettled seeing him handle it so directly.

“Gu Lang, maybe tomorrow you can go to the market and see if you can find me some work?” she asked quietly.

She would rather be a kitchen assistant selling wine at a pawnshop than come back to the fields.

“All right, tomorrow I’ll go door to door to ask if there’s any suitable work,” Lan Gu agreed.

But that was for tomorrow; today’s fieldwork still had to be done.

Jingyue Han began her bug-catching journey almost in tears, but being inexperienced, she was bitten and burst into sobs.

Madam Gu, frustrated and impatient, thought it would be quicker to do the work herself and finally drove them both away with a scowl.

“Go, go, go! Just seeing you two makes me angry!”

Watching their backs as they left, Madam Gu’s teeth ground in irritation.