"It seemed that we had a fight last night. I heard the sound of pots and ladles being smashed."
"I heard it too."
"Is there anything wrong? I saw that Xie Zhiqing went out with a dark face early in the morning."
"Shall we go in and have a look? What if someone dies?"
"She deserves to die. Her father is the captain, and he dares to mess with Xie Zhiqing because of his good looks. So what if he forced her to marry him? Xie Zhiqing won't sleep with her."
Su Dongnuan stood upright on the brick bed, looking at the dark cave. Outside the cave, a group of village women were laughing at her.
She had time-traveled into this body last night.
As a model, she put on the dress she designed and went on stage. As a result, her high heels were broken, and she lost her mind on Su Dongnuan, who shared the same name as her.
From last night to now, Su Dongnuan had to accept the fact that she might not be able to go back to his prosperity.
In one night, she had changed from a top fashion designer from the 21st century to a village girl covered with stains. What was even more unacceptable was that this was a yellow soil slope of about ninety-six years.
Not to mention whether there were any beautiful clothes here, it would be very difficult to get full.
The original owner was 19 years old, and the daughter of the captain was the same as all the girls here. She was engaged at 14 or 15 years old. The fiance the captain found for her daughter was Zhang Jianguo, a good boy from a small village.
Zhang Jianguo graduated from high school and worked as a worker in the county's mechanical plant, which was a hard job. A few months ago, Zhang Jianguo came back from the county and wanted to cancel the engagement. It was a big scene at that time.
In the countryside of the south of the Yangtze River, a girl who was forced to break off the engagement had to bear great pressure and the views of the secular world. There were occasionally girls who were broken off the engagement in the village, but they basically couldn't bear the rumors. They either jumped into the river or hung themselves, or drank mouse medicine.
But the original owner was an exception. After he was divorced, he turned around and married the most handsome young man from the countryside, Xie Mingyang.
Those women's ridicules outside were not groundless. The original owner had indeed used disgraceful means to marry Zhiqing and Xie Mingyang.
It was said that Xie Mingyang had a girl he liked at the point of Zhiqing, but she was broken up by the Su family. They were taking people's love, and heaven would not tolerate them.
After getting married for a month, Xie Mingyang and the original owner didn't say a word. They didn't eat the food she cooked and didn't sleep in the same bed as her. Instead, they moved a bed board from Zhiqing's dormitory and set up a single bed in a corner of the cave.
It was not just a bad couple. They had a deep hatred for each other.
It had been snowing for half a month, and the sun had risen in the clear weather yesterday. It was colder in the snowy day, and Xie Mingyang had caught a cold and had a cough and a fever. In the evening, the original owner cooked ginger soup and warmed the brick bed. She wanted him to drink ginger soup and then go to the brick bed to sleep.
The original owner pushed Xie Mingyang with the ginger soup and called him to get up to drink the soup. Xie Mingyang ignored her with his back to the original owner. The original owner reached out to touch his forehead. Xie Mingyang raised his arm and pushed him away. The ginger soup spilled, and the bowl was broken. There was a clanging sound, and the neighbors on both sides heard it.
The back of the original owner's head hit the wall behind her and she died. She time-traveled here.
Su Dongnuan suddenly sat up and looked at the seemingly horrible cave. She touched the back of her head and felt a sharp pain.
There was a bag on the back of her head. She looked at it again. There was a faint bloodstain on her hand, and the back of her head should have been broken. At this moment, her blood was dried up.
There seemed to be a lot of people outside, and Su Dongnuan didn't know what it looked like outside the cave.
She put on her clothes and went down to the ground. The cave was very deep. The place where the brick bed was was leaned against the window. The paper window was decorated with pink cloth curtains. On the brick bed was a red printed sheet, a red silk quilt, and a pillow was also a big red printed peony. There was a red paper on the wall which was cut with the word "Yi".
There was a bit of a wedding atmosphere.
Opposite the brick bed were pots and chopping boards. The most common furniture in this cave was the vat of different sizes.
There was a sewing machine next to the door and windows on the brick bed, which could be regarded as the most advanced home here. On the other side was a red flat cabinet, which was the dowry of the Su family for Su Dongnuan.
In the innermost part of the cave, there was a single bed against the wall, which was covered with old blue and white cloth bedding.
Looking at such a shabby house, Su Dongnuan felt that it was better to let her die. What was going on!
Other people were either imperial concubines or imperial concubines, but at least they were noble ladies. However, what was Su Dongnuan's time travel!
How could he cook like a giant pot?
At the thought of cooking, Su Dongnuan's stomach growled twice.
There was a plate with a red peony print on it. There were two glasses, a big red old-fashioned bottle of warm water, and a pair of hard-made iron frame round glasses.
Su Dongnuan picked up the mirror and was stunned by the people inside. This village girl was so beautiful!
The original owner's two braids were tied with a red end rope and bangs. His big eyes and long eyelashes were as bright as water. His round face was a little chubby, but his chin was a little sharp. His skin was definitely not as good as Su Dongnuan's skin, but it didn't have the characteristics of this place. The plateau was red, so his skin was clean and healthy, and his hands had a few cold wounds.
She wore a red floral cotton jacket and blue cotton-padded pants. Looking down at her dress, she was pretending to be a village girl in a Taoist drama.
Su Dong Nuan took up the electric pot and poured hot water into the basin with the bottom of the red "Yi" character. She scooped up a ladle of cold water from the water tank and washed her face. There were sticks of oil and a bag of snow cream on the flat cabinet. She applied some snow cream to the mirror, and then nerved herself to open the door.
As soon as the door was opened, the smell of dirt came to their faces. Looking around, they could only see the uneven earthen barriers. The snow in the courtyard had been cleaned, and the snow in the distance was covered with snow.
There was a very long courtyard outside the door. There were rows of caves and a dozen families living in it.
A few women's heads were wrapped in red and green scarfs, and some were twisting hemp ropes. Some men were wrapped in white towels, and some were wearing strange hats.
There were patches on their clothes, and their faces were red. There were also a few young men and women who didn't look like they were from the city, and they were called Zhiqing.
As soon as Su Dongnuan came out, everyone seemed to have pressed the pause button and shut their mouths. They all looked at her, and she also looked at them blankly.
No one knew whether it was because the original owner's memory had disappeared, or because he had been struck dumb last night. He didn't know a single person and couldn't speak their Fang Yan. What should he do?
"Dong Nuan, is there a lot of blood on the back of your head?" A little Caiqing in a half-old military uniform with a red scarf exclaimed, and everyone gathered around him.
Xie Mingyang, who came back from the medical station, saw a group of people surrounding the door from a distance, and his mind was buzzing.
"Did Su Dongnuan really hit herself to death?"
Xie Mingyang picked up his pace and shouted from a distance, "What happened?"
