Chapter 10: Failure is the Mother of Success

Even if he wanted her to farm, he should have at least left her something to eat, right? Even if he didn't leave cooked food, he should have left raw ingredients! As it turned out, that damn man didn't even leave her a single mouse. Fortunately, she knew how to survive in the wild. She might not be able to catch a wild rabbit, but she could certainly catch a turtle, right?

And so, in the days that followed, Su Zhirui spent her days weeding the fields and her nights hunting wild rabbits on the mountain. When she had free time, she would sit in the courtyard roasting meat, and when the night sky was beautiful, she would count the stars. Ten days passed by in the blink of an eye, and her man was still nowhere to be seen. The few plots of land in front of the house had been cleared until they were spotless; the soil was fertile enough that it didn't need plowing, and there was even a ready-made water supply. No wonder Yi Huang was so insistent on dumping her in this place.

Lazily scattering the seeds and weaving a grass shed to cover them, Su Zhirui heaved a massive sigh toward the sky. She could finally rest for a while.

Sitting by the edge of the paddy field, Su Zhirui lazily closed her eyes.

That’s right, she liked a simple life, she liked having no money, no power, and no influence. She did want to find a shoulder to lean on, but did her man really have to play the "run away from home" card on her?

And he had been gone for over ten days! Didn't he know she was a stranger in a strange land? Unable to help herself, she wiped away her tears, and Su Zhirui began to sob with grievance. She didn't cry for long before she got up, walked back to the open space in front of the house, and started a fire to roast meat.

"It seems you're doing quite well for yourself." A man's voice suddenly came from beside her, seemingly laced with a hint of mockery.

"I didn't see anything." She glanced sideways, then immediately turned her head back.

"Hey, you aren't allowed to sit on the stool I made." Seeing Yi Huang walk into the house and sit on the wooden stool, Su Zhirui immediately stepped forward, snatched it away, and clutched it in her hands.

Glancing at her, Yi Huang didn't speak and continued walking toward the kitchen.

"You aren't allowed to use my face towel!" Snatching the white towel from the man's hand, Su Zhirui shrieked incessantly.

Yi Huang still looked at her with indifference before going off to do other things. However, given all of Su Zhirui's "not allowed" rules, Yi Huang discovered that the only place he could stay was the outhouse, because there was nothing in there that required Su Zhirui to make it herself. In the end, the things she said not to touch, he touched; the things she said not to use, he used. Su Zhirui suddenly realized she had married a hooligan and immediately sat on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

"You thousand-cut scoundrel! If you wanted to leave, fine, but you stayed away for over ten days! And even if you stayed away for ten days, you couldn't even leave me a single grain of rice? Do you think I'm made of indestructible steel or that I'm the Thousand-Armed Guanyin? My hands got so many blisters from making that stool, a leech burrowed into the sole of my foot when I went into the field, my thigh got scratched by branches while hunting, and I fell flat on my back while repairing the roof!" Su Zhirui just kept crying and complaining, her words somewhat incoherent. But seeing that Yi Huang still had no reaction, she suddenly felt she was just making a fool of herself. She stood up, wiped her tears, stopped crying, and went back to the courtyard to continue roasting her game.

Why was she getting angry at herself?

"I went to look for people; I'll bring you to move tomorrow," the man who had suddenly appeared behind Su Zhirui said in a flat tone. He turned to leave, but Su Zhirui immediately grabbed him. "Great Master, please don't tell me that the land I worked so hard to plant is going to be wasted and ruined just because of your word about moving."

"Is there a problem?"

"There is a huge problem."

"Do you really expect the crops you planted to have a harvest?" Yi Huang walked to the edge of the field with a half-smile, reached out, and lifted the shed she had built. Only then did he discover that the seeds she had just sown were already floating in the excess water of the paddy field.

"None of your business!" Su Zhirui roared defiantly. Failure is the mother of success; it wouldn't happen next time.