Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

Yunqi Continent

Dayun Kingdom

Huaxi Village

Mu Yao was holding a dogtail grass in her mouth, squatting carefully under an old elm tree not far from the village entrance. The elm tree was lush and leafy, with roots and branches intertwined. The lush leaves were as big as three adult men's palms, wrapping the person under the tree tightly.

She had been squatting here for two days and was so hungry that she felt dizzy and leaned listlessly against a tree trunk, chewing wild grass and cursing this miserable place in her heart.

She was an enviable five-good young person in China in the 23rd century: good looks, good figure, good education, good family background, and good kung fu. Unexpectedly, her luck was also so good that she could crash into a tree while driving out for a midnight snack, and when she woke up, she was already in this place.

At that time, the jungle was dense and silent, and it took her a long time to wake up from her stupor. There was no wound on her body, only her clothes were torn and there was mud between her nails, which was very strange.

After walking for an hour, we finally found a clear stream, which we cleaned up a bit.

The latest model of the fairy dress from G was in a terrible state, with four or five large holes in it, and her fair skin was shining. Her wine-brown hair was so unkempt that you couldn't see its original color. Fortunately, the small bag from C was still there, so she couldn't wait to take out a small mirror, and fortunately her face was not damaged.

Mu Yao's mother is the most beautiful woman in China's Magic City. Three generations of her family have been engaged in business, and their assets rank among the top five richest people in the world. Her father is a world-famous top male model.

It is said that Mu Yao's mother, Ms. Ying, fell in love with the stunningly handsome Mu Yunze at the Bata fashion show and declared that she would marry him in this life. Ms. Ying fought tenaciously against his family for three years and finally got the approval of the head of the Ying family, Mu Yao's grandfather Yingxiong. Soon after the marriage, she had her baby Mu Yao.

Mu Yao inherited her parents' beauty, even better than before.

When she was little, Mu Yao had thick, slightly curly wine-brown hair. Her skin was as white as jade, and her lips were red without any makeup. She looked like a fairy porcelain doll that had fallen into the human world, quirky, cute and exquisite.

Time flies, Mu Yao grows up little by little, becoming more and more beautiful, so beautiful that one cannot take their eyes off her, so beautiful that the stars dim, and so beautiful that it is breathtaking.

Mu Yao's grandfather, the powerful Ying family patriarch, cherished his granddaughter more and more. He and the older generation of the clan gradually trained her as a candidate for succession, giving her the best resources and education.

Mu Yao herself lived up to expectations. At the age of three, she studied calligraphy and painting under Xie Ruyu, the most prestigious "Master Congyun" in China. At the age of five, she studied art under a master of instrumental music ranked in the top ten in the world. At the age of seven, she studied swordsmanship under the master of the Youran Temple in Youran Mountain. At the age of eleven, she skipped a grade and was admitted to the medical department of O University, the world's top university.

This year is the year she will graduate. Yingxiong promised that he would give her the Zhofushi Hospital, which accounts for 30% of the family assets, when she returns to China.

She was so excited that she couldn't sleep, so she called a few of her besties out for a midnight snack. Unexpectedly, she got into a car accident and was hit here.

She was hungry for a whole day before she came out of the forest. She saw a village not far away, with rows of earthen and bamboo houses, very simple. She squatted under the big elm tree at the entrance of the village and quietly observed the movements at the entrance of the village.

An hour later, the dusk gradually deepened. Seeing that there was no movement at the entrance of the village, she frowned slightly, rubbed her arms and stood up. At this moment, an ox cart slowly came from afar and stopped at the entrance of the village.

A young and handsome man got off the car. His waist-length black hair was tied up in a simple wooden bun. He was wearing a rough grey linen shirt, but had an exquisite folding fan on his waist.

Mu Yao's pupils shrank suddenly, and she squatted down again after half raising her body.

The man lifted the bamboo curtain on the oxcart, stretched out his hand and carefully welcomed a woman down, calling softly, "Cui'er, slow down."

The woman's shoulders were almost twice as broad as the man's. She placed her plump palm on the man's delicate palm. With a slight pressure, the man instantly lost his balance and had to use both hands to support him: "Cui'er, don't worry, go slowly."

When the woman got off the cart, the whole cart shook violently and the old ox mooed as if relieved from a heavy burden.

"Zhang Zhi, you also know that I am the only daughter in my family. In our Huaxi Village, I am one of the most beautiful women. Even Mr. Huang from Yangming Town sent a matchmaker to my house yesterday. Although your family is poor, your appearance is still worthy of my attention. I also know the difficulties of your family. My parents said that the bride price cannot be less than two hundred taels, plus a cow. If you really want to marry me, you must hurry up." The woman spoke in a haughty and proud tone.

"Cui'er, I really like you! I have been determined to marry you since I was a child. I have been thinking about you all these years, and my feelings for you have never changed. I can earn two taels of silver a month by copying books in the town's bookstore. I have saved fifty or sixty taels. My parents' workshop has found a buyer, and it will be sold soon." The handsome man looked at Cui'er tenderly, his slender fingers gently stroking the moist palm.

Mu Yao got goosebumps after hearing the man's sweet words, and looked at Cui'er from head to toe in disbelief.

That's right, he has a fat head, big ears, a wide body and a big butt, but his skin is very fair.

She was wearing a pink silk gown.

A pair of small eyes under the thick black hair were made to look even more elongated by the fat on his face.

You have to squint to see the pearl earrings on her thick earlobes.

From a distance, it looked like a big pink balloon that could fly up at any time. It was unbearable to look at it. Mu Yao felt very sorry for the man named Zhang Zhi: "Brother, what are you trying to do!"

"Zhang Zhi, I'm so beautiful, how could I keep waiting for you? Do you know how much Huang Yuanwai is willing to pay for the betrothal gift? Four hundred taels, and he lives in a big house in town. Although he's a little old, my parents said that I'll marry him to enjoy a good life."

Zhang Zhi's mouth was tight, and he said unwillingly: "Cui'er, I will definitely treat you well. If you marry me, I will never let you suffer. That Mr. Huang is already forty years old, one year older than your father. How can such an old man be worthy of Cui'er!"

Cui Er was very pleased to hear this, and glanced at him and said, "That's true. But even if I don't marry Mr. Huang, with my beauty, there will be other good men who will come to marry me, don't you think?" Cui Er was very attracted to Zhang Zhi's looks. In Taoxi Village, Zhang Zhi had the best looks and a very sweet mouth, and he could always find ways to make her happy.

If Zhang Zhi could afford the 200 taels betrothal gift, she would still prefer him.

"Yes, yes, Cui'er is willing to give me a chance. This is the blessing I, Zhang Zhi, have accumulated in eight lifetimes. I will definitely save up enough betrothal gifts to marry you as soon as possible. Cui'er, wait for me. The spring exam will be in two months. I will definitely pass the exam and come back as a scholar. By then, I can get ten taels of government silver every month." Zhang Zhi coaxed her with sweet words.

Cui Er's face brightened when she heard that Zhang Zhi was going to sign up for the spring exam. If he could really pass the exam, his name would be in the Huaxi Village clan temple.

No one has gone to high school in Huaxi Village for decades.

Zhang Zhi is the best student in Huaxi Village. Maybe he can really pass the exam?

Thinking of this, Cui Er leaned towards Zhang Zhi's arms. Zhang Zhi excitedly stretched out his arms and hugged her.

Mu Yao couldn't bear it any longer: I can't hold her, I can't hold her! Brother, if you really marry this girl, you're risking your life.

Mu Yao turned around and adjusted her breathing. She waited patiently until dark, during which time about a dozen people passed by, most of them carrying farm tools or bamboo baskets, probably just coming back from work or shopping.

Among these people, the men are generally tall, handsome and strong, while the women's appearance is a bit hard to describe.

Most of them were in wheat-colored clothes, with flat noses, thick lips and big mouths. Although they were young, their hair was sparse and dry.

Looking at it this way, Cui'er is indeed one of the most beautiful women in Huaxi Village!

She thought this might be an ancient world with more handsome men than beautiful women, but she was not sure about the dynasty. She decided to take advantage of the moonlight to get some decent clothes and some food tonight before making any plans.

It was dim at night, and every household had turned off the lights. She pulled aside the fence of a yard and saw some clothes hanging outside, so she picked up a long green linen shirt.

The dress here is relatively long, and after being simply tied at the waist, it can just cover the pearl flat shoes on her feet.

There are several households in the village that have loquat trees planted in their yards. The bright yellow fruits are plump and tempting.

Mu Yao picked up a bamboo basket and filled it up. She looked back at the family and silently took note. She would definitely repay this favor when she had money.

The fruits grown in the village are green and environmentally friendly, juicy, refreshing and sweet. After eating half a basket, Mu Yao burped with satisfaction.

She picked up a small piece of mud from the roadside with disdain, rubbed it hard in the palm of her hand, then smeared it lightly on her face, and walked towards the only narrow path at the entrance of the village under the cover of night.