Full-time Creation Master

Meanwhile, in the relocation and resettlement teams at the exit of the national highway,

Dust still clung to people's clothes and trouser legs, and the rumble of wheels rolling over the road had not yet dissipated.

A lively and vibrant scene was already unfolding, quietly echoing Brother Zhang's感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep feelings) not far away.

A temporary resettlement area was set up in an open space at the exit of the national highway on the east side of the convoy, enclosed by simple corrugated steel sheets.

A wooden sign hanging at the entrance reads "Demi-human Resettlement and Connection Point," the lettering simple yet eye-catching.

Although the sign did not explicitly mention the word "wife," the news had already spread like wildfire among the migrating people.

Everyone knows this is the place where, as rumored, "brides are chosen."

On the outskirts of the crowd, a kind-looking man hunched his shoulders.

There was an old cloth bag worn smooth and shiny at my feet. I stood three steps away, hesitant to move forward.

His skin was tanned like sun-drenched black pottery, and there were a few shallow cracks on his cheekbones, marks left by years of exposure to the wind and sun in the fields of Qingshan Village.

He was tall and robust, with rough, calloused hands and prominent knuckles.

But at this moment, he was like a helpless child, repeatedly rubbing the faded hem of his coarse cloth shirt with both hands.

Her fingertips were red from rubbing, and her eyes churned with barely concealed anxiety.

He would steal glances at the gate of the resettlement area every now and then, then quickly lower his head again.

After hesitating for what felt like half an incense stick's time, he finally took a deep breath, clutched the hem of his clothes, and took two steps forward.

He gently tugged at the arm of a fellow villager beside him, who also carried a backpack and had a taciturn expression.

The deep, muffled voice was kept extremely low, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor:

"Brother, you said..."

The resettlement official was giving a speech in the village at the time, saying that as long as people moved with them and obeyed the resettlement rules, they would be given young wives.

Does that statement even count?

The voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with a cautious anticipation.

The last syllable trembled slightly, concealing a hint of unease, a fear of being exposed.

It was as if opening one's mouth would shatter that faint hope.

His heart was pounding like a rabbit, he was filled with anxiety.

They feared this was just a pretext concocted by corrupt officials eager to complete the relocation task, to trick them into leaving their homeland.

Once they moved, they turned their backs on us.

But then he breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of desolation flashing in his eyes: if he stayed in the old Qingshan Village, he wouldn't have any hope at all.

Qingshan Village is remote and isolated, with rugged and difficult-to-travel mountain roads, so girls from outside are unwilling to come in.

When the girls in the village reach sixteen or seventeen, they either get married in town or city through introductions.

Or she married into a better-off family in a neighboring village.

Over the past two or three years, not a single girl in the village has been willing to marry into the family.

Not to mention that no one would be interested in a good-for-nothing bachelor like him who is also bad at talking.

He is already twenty-nine this year, almost thirty by the traditional Chinese age reckoning.

In the village, the older women and aunties had long been secretly calling him "that old geezer," saying he would never be able to find a wife in his lifetime.

The family lived in a single mud-brick house, on a few acres of poor land; their living conditions were mediocre.

He is also honest and kind, and doesn't know how to use sweet talk to deceive people.

Besides farming, they have no other skills to make a living.

Even if any girl were willing to compromise herself and marry into Qingshan Village, she would never be interested in him, a nearly thirty-year-old, ordinary, and dull-witted bachelor.

Otherwise, when the resettlement official led his men into the village and shouted the slogan "Relocation is not a crime, and wives will be provided,"

He wouldn't grit his teeth and harden his heart.

He entrusted the few bags of grain he had to his neighbor, gambling his entire marriage prospects.

Without hesitation, I signed up, carrying a simple bag, and followed the migrating group all the way.

He also knew perfectly well that the "daughter-in-law" the government referred to...

They were not native to the Great Xia Dynasty, but rather subjugated barbarian tribes.

Her features carried a touch of exotic charm, unlike the local girls.

But so what?

He had heard that these demi-human girls were all young and beautiful, with delicate features.

Moreover, they received specialized instruction.

She speaks fluent Chinese and has no difficulty communicating in daily life.

Most importantly, marrying them wouldn't take up a spot as a legal wife.

Even if he's lucky enough to meet a native Xia girl who's truly willing to spend her life with him,

She can remarry, so no one has to suffer.

Such a good thing was incredible for him, a nearly thirty-year-old bachelor who had never even held a girl's hand.

It was like a windfall; how could he not be tempted?

How could I not accept it?

The more the man thought about it, the more confused he became.

Anxiety surged up like a tide.

She hoped the rumors were true and that her marriage would come to fruition.

But I also fear that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and in the end, it will all be for nothing.

He stood frozen in place, his legs feeling like lead, unable to move.

His eyes were fixed on the open gate of the resettlement area, not even daring to blink, for fear of missing any movement inside.

They wouldn't even listen to the management team shouting things like "Keep going, go to the village to register."

Just then, a crisp, slightly coquettish voice came from not far away, instantly breaking the awkward and tense atmosphere and attracting the attention of many people around.

"What are you looking at? Your eyes are practically glued to me!"

The girl frowned, her arched eyebrows furrowed, and the corners of her mouth were so pursed they could hang an oil lamp on them.

Her tone was filled with undisguised jealousy, and with a practiced flick of her wrist, she precisely pinched her boyfriend's arm. ,

It was quite forceful; it even twisted it slightly.

Are you itching to try it too?

Do you also want a concubine like that?

"Exotic customs? You're dreaming!"

The boy who was pinched winced in pain, his brows furrowed, and he hurriedly waved his hands in protest, his voice almost pleading, "No, no, absolutely not! I just glanced at it casually, I really didn't mean anything by it, please don't overthink it!"

"Just browsing?" the girl persisted.

The pressure on his hand increased, his eyes filled with grievance and unease. "What did you say when you swore to me in the city?"

He said he would only be good to me for the rest of his life.

There will never be another woman in my eyes or heart again, so what?

"You've only been with the group for a few days, and you've already forgotten?"

The boy begged for mercy repeatedly, bent over, his face full of helplessness, but he didn't dare to say a word in rebuttal.

He knew perfectly well that his girlfriend was feeling insecure.

She feared he might actually take a demi-human concubine and stop doting on her. (For more details, please click here to read Chapter 403, "Taking a Concubine.")

The migration journey was long and arduous, filled with dust and hardship. People carried heavy packs, enduring the elements and becoming utterly exhausted.

When people have nothing to do and are exhausted, they always need to find something to talk about to relieve their boredom, get together and chat to pass the time.

Originally, the conversation within the migrating group revolved around certain bad elements from the previous group—some said they were foreign spies, others accused them of opportunism and murder.

Everyone chimed in with their own words, their voices filled with indignation, and curses rose and fell, venting their fatigue and dissatisfaction from the journey.

But at some point, the topic subtly shifted, gradually turning to the issue of "finding a wife."

Some people huddled together and whispered about what the demi-human girl looked like.

Some people are calculating whether they meet the requirements.

The conversation grew increasingly lively, and the voices gradually grew louder, becoming the focus of attention and enthusiasm for the entire migration team.

Of course, this shouldn't be said too bluntly or vulgarly.

The official version is always much more respectable and in accordance with regulations.

The great and kind-hearted Great Xia, out of humanitarian concern, rescued those displaced and helpless young women of the demi-human race, giving them a place to settle down and make a living.

They were then systematically handed over to eligible single human men.

We provide daily guidance, management, and companionship to help them adapt to life at Daxia.

This solved the survival problem for subhuman women.

This also alleviates the marriage pressure on single men in the human race, which can be considered a win-win situation.

But to the migrating people, this statement, to put it bluntly,

In essence, it was about providing a docile and capable demi-human concubine free of charge to single men who couldn't find or afford to marry, thus settling their life's major event.

Especially those young men who are full of energy and have nowhere to vent their firepower.

There are also straight men and STEM men who, for various reasons, were not popular in the marriage market despite being kind-hearted and honest.

Their eyes shone brightly, filled with anticipation—they would all be allocated their own demi-human concubine.

These demi-human concubines were not assigned arbitrarily.

Especially those young men who are full of energy and have nowhere to vent their firepower.

There are also straight men and STEM men who, for various reasons, were not particularly popular in the dating market despite being kind-hearted and honest.

Each person is assigned a demi-human concubine.

These concubines had all undergone specialized training at the demi-human re-education center—which was jokingly referred to as the "Jiaofangsi" (a government-run entertainment district).

Every word and action exudes gentleness and humility; she is kind-hearted and gentle, with delicate and charming features.

She is always hardworking and conscientious, skilled in washing clothes, cooking, and managing household chores.

What's even more remarkable is that their features possess an exotic charm, completely different from the gentle and graceful nature of the native girls of the Great Xia Dynasty.

It possesses a unique charm that makes many single men yearn for it.

That's right!

What truly captivates people is never their gentleness or competence.

Instead, he would marry them without taking up any of the positions of principal wife!

There's no need to worry about obstacles arising from marrying a local woman later.

There's no need to worry about the hierarchy of titles.

They never fight over men or get jealous; they simply stay within their bounds.

What's even more considerate is that if the person involved genuinely likes it,

Alternatively, one could proactively elevate this demi-human concubine to the position of principal wife.

They would give her a legitimate identity and stay together for life, but whether the child's status would be classified as a human or a subhuman would be decided by the Luoshen Central Government when she turned 18.

[The offspring of a legitimate human race generally acquire legitimate human status from birth; simply put, they have human registration!]

Moreover, the bride price in the Great Xia Dynasty has now decreased by 70% compared to the same period last year.

This also gave more single men more confidence and anticipation regarding the allocation of demi-human concubines.

Such a policy is a win-win situation for most people.

Some elderly people, already surrounded by children and grandchildren, don't care about these things at all.

Most families with children and stable household structures transitioned smoothly.

They continued living their lives as usual, completely unaffected.

But ironically, some couples who are in a relationship...

And then there were the married couples who didn't yet have children, who became incredibly lively.

Every household and every couple experiences minor frictions and tests.

For example, the bickering couple in front of us is the most realistic portrayal.

In the past, women always held a position of absolute advantage.

No matter how sincerely a boy tries to please her, she remains indifferent.

She keeps saying "I just want to be friends" to keep the guy in suspense, never giving a direct answer.

Until the migration policy was introduced, it was rumored that bachelors could be assigned demi-human concubines.

She panicked just before the boy was completely disheartened and about to give up.

Before their relationship completely came to a head, he finally humbled himself.

She responded positively and accepted all the efforts of the boy she had initially regarded as a "simp".

Even so, she still felt uncertain.

They had to be very careful to maintain their relationship on a daily basis.

She put away her former spoiled and arrogant ways, learning to be gentle, considerate, accommodating, and tolerant.

She was afraid that if a man had a "concubine" as a backup plan, he would no longer be as devoted to her as before, and would no longer try so hard to "lick" her and pamper her.

She knew better than anyone how awkward her situation was.

Only this boy in front of him,

This boy, whom she once despised and treated like a "simp,"

I don't mind her past absurdities, nor do I care about her "99+ uses".

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The past is unbearable.

If even he abandons her, if she can't find a husband who is "willing" and doesn't mind her past, then...

According to the current rules of the Great Xia Dynasty, she would be expelled from the human race.

They were relegated to the ranks of demi-humans, and from then on, they lost all dignity as human beings.

That outcome was something she could never accept.

Therefore, she could only proceed with extreme caution, as if walking on thin ice, to cherish this hard-won relationship.

Even if there is still some resentment in one's heart, one can only hide one's sharpness and try to maintain the relationship.

There were quite a few couples like this in the group.

Some were secretly testing the waters, some were deliberately trying to please, and some were anxious and uneasy.

Each face was etched with the harsh realities and struggles of everyday life.

This also added a unique touch of liveliness and poignancy to this long and tedious migration journey.