Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Three days passed quickly.

Tao Guo'er was gradually brainwashed and had come to believe that her act of turning her own family against her was justified. Xia Youmi and the other imprisoned women gave her full affirmation and emotional value for this.

Everyone applauded her.

This is the budding of the spirit of women in the new era. The Tao family's daughter may only be a representative, and beneath it lies the truth that countless girls can only be exchanged for benefits by their families.

This deal is "not a loss".

If you succeed, even your parents will have to watch your mood, just like Tao Ping'er could justifiably refuse to go home.

If they fail, they will completely lose their voice and become the lowest-ranking and most undignified laborers in the family.

Just like Tao Guo'er, who was wrapped in the lie of loving her youngest daughter, she was actually like a "cabbage" that couldn't be sold at a high price. Her "owner" would rather let it rot in the ground than sell it cheaply.

The two sisters-in-law received the greatest amount of sympathy.

Being forced to raise a "concubine's child" has been a disgrace from ancient times to the present. According to Xia Youmi's original trajectory, she had no interest in even giving birth to her own flesh and blood.

The sun is fine,

Xia Youmi and Tao Guoer chatted during a group activity.

Speaking of Xiao Pu, she admitted that she had already asked someone to send her to Teacher Li Xing for care.

Perhaps it was Teacher Li's personal charm that made Tao Pu regard him as the second person she could trust after spending time with him.

Even though my memories of Aunt Zou haven't faded, I still can't fight against her.

They were not completely isolated; people could still access information about the outside world and spread it by word of mouth.

She often has a broader perspective than others.

"There's rice!"

"Every year?"

"The blacksmith has been arrested and is about to pass by." The system's notification was very timely. Before everyone could see who it was, she had already carefully assessed the blacksmith's condition. After all, it was closely related to her innocence.

Although Xia Youmi is adaptable, she still misses life in the courtyard after the novelty wears off and the annual data recording is finished.

We must take the initiative and unravel the mystery.

The blacksmith looked haggard; his once robust and imposing physique now appeared somewhat bony. Dried bloodstains crisscrossed his face, and coupled with his still arrogant and fierce eyes, he exuded a menacing aura.

Passersby gave way, and although the bandits had been eradicated fifteen years ago, many people still turned pale at the mere mention of their name.

Even though some villages were doing chivalrous things back then, and were hiding out of necessity, they had protected the peace of the area.

But most of them are harmful.

In the torrent, the boundaries have become less clear.

There are kind people in evil villages, and plague gods in good camps.

When the blacksmith was taken out of the village, he was still young. The world he saw was very small. Just like his parents, he was always busy working, forging iron to make weapons and farm tools for everyone.

It cannot be said that he was innocent; he was supported by one side and therefore bore some of the sins—this has always been the case.

The blacksmith was led deeper into the cell, where vicious suspects were held. They were basically people who could be executed on the spot just by providing one piece of evidence.

Even though they each have their own sins.

The roommates still avoided them, those who had some concern were afraid that their relatives away from home would be retaliated against.

The blacksmith lay on his back, utterly powerless.

Xia Youmi observed everything, unable to even respond to Tao Guo'er's next topic. The other person understood her feelings perfectly; with the person who had dragged her into this situation right in front of her, it was understandable that she was unsettled.

They encouraged each other.

In the evening, during the last period of exercise, the blacksmith was allowed to move around freely.

This indicates that he has been interrogated several times.

"Let's go." Xia Youmi and Tao Guo'er walked hand in hand toward the blacksmith, who had a gap in the air.

They need to have a good talk.

"Hello..." Tao Guo'er was a little timid, but very polite.

The blacksmith looked up at the two of them without saying a word, but their eyes met and he exchanged a slight nod with Xia Youmi.

In the eyes of some observers.

It was a spark that could blatantly convict the two of them.

"Who are you looking for?" Xia Youmi didn't waste time with pleasantries; she went straight to the point, guiding the conversation in the direction she knew best.

"I..." The blacksmith's throat felt rusty, perhaps from not speaking for too long or having said too much. It took him a while to regain his voice.

“Find, the ear.” His simple words shocked the two girls.

Tao Guo'er and Xia Youmi were thinking of different people.

"What did he do?" Tao Guo'er's voice trembled slightly. Discovering the traces was one thing, reporting it was another, but she couldn't bear the burden of any more sins.

"What is your basis for this?" Xia Youmi continued to ask.

"identity."

"What identity?"

"He is..." The blacksmith choked up again, his gaze avoiding Xia Youmi's, afraid to see the blame and hatred in her eyes.

I was being honest because I didn't want her to misunderstand.

"Yes, teacher?"

"!"

Tao Guo'er and the blacksmith were both stunned.

"You killed my father?" Xia Youmi pressed.

"No, it wasn't us." The blacksmith shook his head, repeatedly saying it wasn't them.

"Can you guarantee it wasn't you and someone else?"

"Me and my younger brother."

Tao Guo'er was full of questions; she couldn't keep up with the pace of their conversation. Meanwhile, the others in the shadows also had their own plans. They exchanged mocking glances, having interrogated each other for 30 hours, yet they hadn't gotten as much information as Xia Youmi in just a few words.

"That day, on the mountain, you found traces of ears?" Xia Youmi lowered her voice, gradually connecting the dots.

"Yes."

"what did you see?"

"Corpse."

"So, you came in because you were framed and wanted to protect your older brother?"

"No!" The blacksmith wanted to nod, but he held back.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have given up and would have continued tracking down their leader, making their sacrifice a joke.

"Do you have any lives on your hands?" Everyone eavesdropping listened intently, afraid of missing the precious question-and-answer session.

A moment of silence.

The blacksmith's expression suddenly relaxed.

He shook his head with a smile, "Never."

"Alas--"

Those who heard this couldn't help but sigh, and the conversation spread. Some people who were not close but had good hearing relayed the story to each other.

The ruthless suspects instantly lost their fear of the blacksmith.

Their eyes gradually turned contemptuous.

"Hmph, I thought he was someone important, but he's just a coward."

But most normal people breathed a sigh of relief; they did not want to associate with evil spirits.

"Guo'er, does the Tao family have any teachers?"

"No, apart from Sister Xia, who is literate, the others are not."

"Ah."

Xia Youmi has now basically connected all the things, even though there are still many details that need to be perfected.

She couldn't ask any more questions.

There are people watching outside, especially Tao Ping'er, who is ruthless.

If others had known beforehand, she wouldn't have had the chance to expose it.

Even Tao Guo'er couldn't gain her trust. Who knows if it was a family tactic, a way to prevent the whole family from going to jail if things were exposed in the future, so they might as well keep their youngest daughter, who had turned against them, so that she could have a chance to survive in the future.

Then, they transfer and take over those filthy things so that their descendants can continue to live a carefree and happy life for generations to come.

To carry on their bloodline.