Shocking! In this matriarchal society, every man wants to marry me!

20 taels?

If converted to modern currency, that would be 20,000 yuan.

To be honest, for Ding Yucheng, who had been suffering domestic violence and had worked tirelessly for his family, 20 taels of silver was nothing more than compensation for emotional distress during the divorce! But she wasn't the original owner of this body.

She was fortunate to have become a landlord, as she had surplus grain and was not worried. However, she was a poor peasant, and her house was destitute. How could she afford to pay 20 taels?

Ding Yucheng followed Zhong Tian out and stood quietly to one side, without saying a word, clutching the divorce papers tightly in his hand.

Ding Yuping felt uneasy and kept glancing at Ding Yucheng.

In this remote town, divorce papers are a rare commodity. If a woman doesn't like her husband, she can simply divorce him. What does a woman have to worry about not having a husband?

When Ding Yucheng went to Zhenshan to make purchases, he overheard those pedantic scholars cursing the new policy issued by the imperial court, saying that it actually allowed husbands and wives to divorce, which would make those men have inappropriate thoughts and be restless at home.

Ding Yucheng was a resourceful man, so he asked his elder sister, a scholar his mother knew, and others to help him force Zhongtian to sign a divorce agreement when Zhongtian was about to sell him to a brothel.

Ding Yucheng casually told his sister about the 20 taels of silver, as he only wanted to escape his misery. However, Ding Yuping took it to heart and now revealed it.

Ding Yucheng gave his older sister a wink, telling her to know when to stop and not to push Zhongtian too far!

Zhongtian looked at Ding Yucheng, who was thin and ragged, his body bearing the marks of life's hardships.

She made up her mind.

"Elder sister, I will return the 20 taels, but I need some time to forgive you."

Ding Yuping was surprised and delighted that she would agree, and she nodded quickly.

Looking at Ding Yuping's beaming face, Zhong Tian felt a little worried. In modern society, a daughter's dowry and savings would always be used to subsidize the men in the family, and it should be similar in this matriarchal society.

She was willing to give Ding Yucheng 20 taels of silver because she had taken over this body and wanted to settle her karmic debt with Ding Yucheng, not to give it to a stranger.

"Although I have divorced Ding Yucheng, I still have some things to say to him. Come with me."

Ding Yucheng was unwilling; he didn't want to spend even a minute with Zhong Tian. However, the prolonged pressure made Ding Yucheng extremely obedient.

He followed Zhongtian closely into the room. As if afraid that people outside would hear, Zhongtian quietly moved closer, but Ding Yucheng took a few steps back, widening the distance between them. Now that he was divorced, he didn't want to get too close to women.

Zhongtian noticed, but didn't press the issue. He lowered his voice and said, "Come to me at the end of each month, and I'll give you five taels each time. Keep it with you. A man always needs some money to protect himself. Don't let your sister take it!"

Ding Yucheng's pupils were extremely dark. He quietly looked up at Zhong Tian. He still had the same stature and the same frightening and repulsive face, but his behavior was completely different.

Since waking up, he has become much gentler and more considerate, always thinking of him. This is not right!

"What news have you heard?" Ding Yucheng asked tentatively.

What news? Zhong Tian was completely clueless. Ding Yucheng saw that her expression didn't seem fake, and suddenly a bold idea filled his mind.

"Who are you? Aren't you Nakata?"

Nakata was startled. He noticed it so easily. How perceptive!

Zhongtian wanted to admit it directly, but she didn't know how someone like her would be treated now. Would she be burned at the stake or beheaded? She dared not take the risk.

She chuckled, "What nonsense are you talking about? I am her, the real deal. Confucius said, 'One should not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits!'"

Ding Yucheng's expression became even more certain: "All she does is drink, gamble, and beat men? She's never had a single day of schooling, and she can't possibly speak eloquently!"

Zhongtian never expected that his momentary concern would put him in danger of being exposed.

With a determined heart, she decided to snatch the divorce papers from Ding Yucheng's hands.

"If you have any doubts, I'll tear up that divorce agreement, and we'll hang out together. You can observe me carefully and see if I'm still the same person. Damn it, I give you a little kindness, and you take it all for granted!"

Zhongtian deliberately acted fierce and menacing, while Ding Yucheng's eyes revealed a subtle but obvious disgust.

A leopard can't change its spots; what a rotten person!

Having achieved his goal, Ding Yucheng said nothing more, led his sister away, and left without looking back.

A large group of people left, leaving the small courtyard deserted. Zhongtian rubbed her head wearily; she had just transmigrated and already encountered such a thing.

She slowly picked up the tables, chairs, and benches that were scattered on the floor. She was a little thirsty, so she went to the kitchen and saw only a broken teacup.

Life is tough!

He sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, one hand covering his head, the other slapping the table as he sighed deeply.

With a loud bang, she was startled. She hadn't used much strength, but she had managed to knock a dent into the stone table with one hand.

Zhongtian was overjoyed. Heaven hadn't completely killed her yet; she was born with superhuman strength.

She carefully examined the small courtyard, which was extremely poor. There was only a stone mill not far away. Zhong Tian rolled up his sleeves, and the veins on his arms bulged as he lifted the stone mill, which weighed more than 200 pounds.

"Hehe," Nakata laughed!

She came to this strange world with no relatives or friends, but as long as she had a skill to make a living, she was not afraid of starving to death.

The commotion in the courtyard attracted the attention of a neighbor, an elderly man in his fifties who lived alone and loved to join in the fun. He was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle at Zhongtian's house.

He looked Zhongtian up and down, a cryptic smile on his face.

Zhongtian didn't want to argue with him, so he turned and went inside.

The scorching sun outside relentlessly shone into Zhongtian's dilapidated house. Zhongtian had no way to appreciate the beautiful sunshine because she was hungry. Her stomach was growling, the rice jar was empty, and even the mice wouldn't bother with it.

Zhongtian was not discouraged. She tightened her belt and planned to find a temporary job on the street to at least solve her meal problem for the day.

She went out onto the street, where the people knew her quite well and kept their distance from her, as if they were afraid of attracting some kind of plague!

She realized once again that her reputation was truly terrible!

She found it strange; even with her lack of skill in reading people, she could tell that their gazes held more than just fear.

This is a small coastal town with a developed shipping industry. Boatmen are shoulder to shoulder, transferring goods on and off the ship. Zhongtian found the boss and wanted to move some things.

The boss looked Zhong Tian up and down, seemingly deep in thought.

Zhongtian was very quick-witted. He swiftly put the two large bags on his back and started walking briskly.

The boss was very satisfied.

In the morning, the dock provided meals. Zhongtian ate a lot and almost got kicked out by the boss. However, she did three times the work of others, so the boss held back, turned around and left, pretending not to see it!

She worked until night fell, and Zhongtian felt that half of her body was numb. After finishing the work, the boss gave her 20 copper coins and told her to come back tomorrow.

Zhongtian pinched the pitiful 20 copper coins, which in modern times would be worth 20 yuan. Her labor was too cheap.

She didn't have a purse, so she carefully put the few coins in her pocket, afraid that they would fall out from some hole along the way.

Back in the alley not far from home, Zhongtian, with his sharp ears, overheard people chatting, and the subject of their gossip was her.

That's good. She also wants to know why people are looking at her so strangely today.