Chapter 18 Perfect Proportion
Ye Rou entered the house carrying firewood.
Zhang Lan was sitting on a small wooden stool in the yard, taking off her socks. Her ankles were red and swollen, and she was applying ointment.
Ye Rou walked around her and went into the kitchen, threw the firewood into the woodpile, and covered it with oilcloth.
The kitchen stove was still cold and Zhao Xiulan hadn't cooked yet.
While rubbing her ankle, Zhang Lan noticed the mud spots on Ye Rou's body, which looked like they were caused by a fall.
Ye Rou entered the house. Zhang Lan stared at Ye Rou's back and thought about the gossip she heard in the village.
"Ye girl has been a bit unlucky lately."
"My aunt was like that before. She started having bad luck, but she thought it was just a small matter and didn't pay attention to it. The next day, her whole family died from eating poisonous mushrooms."
"You mean she will bring bad luck to everyone around her?"
"Don't talk nonsense here."
"For things like this, it's better to believe it than not to believe it. We should be prepared early."
Ye Rou has been really unlucky recently.
He was framed by Wang Qian, blackmailed by Wang Cuiwei for saving someone, his face was disfigured and his ankle was sprained, and all these things happened within a month.
Just like what that aunt said, Zhang Lan was also brought down by her.
Just now, she was walking on a flat road and suddenly twisted her ankle for no reason. Her ankle swelled up like a bun.
She was pregnant, but it wasn't even three months yet, which was the time when she needed to be most careful. Fortunately, her stomach was fine.
Ye Rou is just an unlucky girl. If she is allowed to continue like this, she will become the unlucky star that the aunt mentioned, and she will kill everyone around her!
No, Ye Rou must be married off as soon as possible, and after receiving the betrothal gift, Ye Yaozu will be given a new job.
Zhang Lan thought of Aunt Li who had found her a few days ago and came up with an idea.
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The system determines that Ye Rou has successfully eaten the melon, and Ye Rou can draw a prize.
According to the probability, the possibility of drawing pink is 50%, and Ye Rou no longer wants to struggle.
The black pointer spun wildly, and finally, under Ye Rou's gaze, it once again landed on the pink [Perfect Proportion].
She was originally 1.68 meters tall, with a thick waist and short legs. Now her waist is thinner, but her legs are half as long as before. It is the golden ratio of the human body. Just looking at her figure, she looks like a dancer from later generations.
She changed into her original, more bulky clothes.
At this time, people would make clothes bigger for their children so that they could wear them for a few more years.
The original body's clothes and pants were so big that they could be used as sacks, perfectly covering the body.
After lunch in the afternoon, Ye Rou went to the fields to earn work points.
“United as one, we can accomplish great things!”
"We are all one family, and the collective is our big family!"
"For common development, we must work hard and keep working hard! We are not afraid of hardship or fatigue!"
Because of the two exciting events that happened in succession, Village Chief Jiang felt that the villagers were a little impetuous, so he asked the production team leader to stand on the edge of the field and shout some inspiring words with a loudspeaker so that everyone could calm down and focus on their work.
Ye Rou mixed in with the crowd of people working in the fields, and a rice field was allocated to her.
This was the job Ye Rou hated the most. The rice leaves were sharp and cut her hands. The weather was hot and humid, and she was wrapped in layer upon layer of bra strips. She couldn't take off the mask on her face, so she was sweating profusely in a short time.
At noon, Zhao Xiulan only let her eat one corn. She was hungry, tired and hot. She worked hard to cut rice for a while but couldn't hold on any longer. She sat on the edge of the field and gasped for breath.
She was a little discouraged. It was too difficult to go on like this.
Her parents died in a car accident when she was in high school. After that, she went to college alone, studied for a master's degree and a doctorate, and became an attending physician in a hospital.
Suddenly she was in a strange time and place, had lost her job and friends, and she was actually very confused.
Ye Rou thought about leaving, but she had no money, and in those days there were no complete transportation facilities and security systems.
She ran away without any proof of introduction and had to hide from place to place.
Once you are targeted by human traffickers and sold to the mountains, you will be left with no hope.
"Xiaorou!"
Hearing someone calling her, Ye Rou looked over.
A thin woman walked over barefoot, with two dark, thin and withered legs revealed under her rolled-up trouser legs.
The woman stuffed a piece of sweet potato into Ye Rou's hand and said, "Are you hungry? Eat quickly."
Ye Rou was stunned. The strange woman in front of her was extremely thin, and looked like she had been starving due to long-term malnutrition, but her eyes were exceptionally gentle.
She didn't know the woman, but she was indeed hungry. She took the sweet potato and said, "Thank you."
The thin woman touched Ye Rou's hair and said, "Why are you being so polite to my aunt?"
Ye Rou was stunned. It was her original body's aunt.
She glanced at her aunt's wrist, which was covered with bruises. "This is..."
My aunt quickly retracted her hand and rolled up her sleeve to cover her wrist in embarrassment. "I fell down the mountain a few days ago."
Ye Rou is a doctor, and she can still distinguish bruises from falls and beatings.
Auntie gently lifted Ye Rou's hand and said, "Eat quickly."
Her hands had thick joints, her nails were gray and hard, and even the skin on the back of her hands was hard, and it felt like sandpaper when it rubbed against Ye Rou's hands.
Ye Rou felt uncomfortable and lowered her head to chew the sweet potato.
The sweet potato was already cold and not steamed thoroughly inside, but Ye Rou thought it was the most delicious sweet potato.
When the aunt saw Ye Rou eating the sweet potato, she left.
Ye Rou looked at her back.
Too thin.
The aunts who were cutting rice nearby saw this scene.
"Zheng Xiu still dares to approach Ye Rou, isn't she afraid that Zhao Xiulan will catch up and scold her!"
"It's not easy for her either. She's all alone. Now that Zheng Li is dead, she has no family left."
Ye Rou heard that her aunt was having a hard time and wondered when to go see her.
“Someone’s dead!”
A shocking cry.
Ye Rou followed the crowd to the river, where many people had already gathered.
"Oh, it's all soaked."
"Why did you die here?"
"He looked alive and kicking this morning, and then he died in the blink of an eye."
Ye Rou stood in the crowd and took a look. Xiaohu was dragged ashore, his body was soaked and turned white.
"Little Tiger, Little Tiger!"
Wang Cuiwei crawled down from the shore and knelt beside Xiaohu's body, crying and calling his name, trying to wake him up.
Xiaohu didn't respond to her, and she suddenly broke down, beating her head frantically, and her loud crying shook the entire river bank.
The people watching the excitement around were moved by the scene and fell silent.
A dark cloud floated over and covered the once quiet and peaceful mountain village.
The village chief and the team leader rushed over, dispersed the crowd, and took Xiaohu's body and Wang Cuiwei to the village committee.
"How did this child die?"
"Xiaohu always likes to pretend to drown. This time it was real, but no one believed him. They all thought he was faking it."
Ye Rou pieced together a truth from the various discussions.
Little Tiger ran out of the house out of play and played in the water as usual.
He injured his leg in the morning and felt uncomfortable in his leg while swimming. In addition, it had been raining for the past few days and the river was flowing fast, so Xiaohu drowned.
He slapped the water frantically and shouted for help.
When the ladies who were washing clothes saw it, no one took it seriously and no one believed it.
After his body floated on the water and there was no movement for a long time, these people realized that Xiaohu had really drowned.
The classic story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf.
When Ye Rou returned, it was already dark.
Zhao Xiulan knocked on the door, and only Ye Yaozu's room had lights on.
She lit an oil lamp, the soybean-sized flame flickered, and a wisp of black smoke swirled up.
Ye Wen went to live with Zhao Xiulan again.
Ye Rou lay on the kang, staring at the oil lamp for a long time. She felt inexplicably that the surroundings were eerily quiet.
It seems like something bad is about to happen.
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