Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

For some reason, the man looked somewhat broken today.

As the tall figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Qi Yang looked at the medicine box in her hand and fell silent for a moment.

If he was just strolling around, why was he carrying a medicine box?

The thought had barely formed in her mind when she heard two familiar voices laughing and talking from around the corner of the path. They were the aunties from the same village. Qi Yang quickly looked away and turned to walk towards home.

When she got home, Qi Rongguang hadn't returned from playing cards yet. Dong Yuehua was sitting in the main room sewing shoe soles when she heard the noise. She looked up and saw her daughter looking disheveled. She quickly put down her needlework and gently patted her daughter, which made her dusty and dirty.

Dong Yuehua frowned, her tone tinged with helplessness, and said, "Ugh, why is it so filthy?"

Qi Yang also turned her head to look at her own outfit.

Her jacket was covered in mud, and her pants looked like she'd rolled around in the dirt. Her face inexplicably turned red.

Was she just with Lin Huaixu like this the whole way?

She slightly turned her body away from Dong Yuehua's hand and said in a muffled voice, "I'm going to change my clothes."

Before Dong Yuehua could see what she was carrying, Qi Yang quickly ran into the house and hid the medicine box she had been carrying all the way under the bed.

Using the light streaming in through the window, Qi Yang looked at the medicine box she had hidden under the bed. After thinking for a moment, she pulled a cloth over it to keep it from getting dusty.

After hiding, Qi Yang changed her clothes before going out to wash her hands and eat.

As soon as she sat down, Qi Jing gave her a wink. Qi Yang paused slightly, then ate her meal naturally in front of everyone.

Finally, Dong Yuehua got up to clear the dishes, but Qi Yang pressed her hand down, saying, "Mom, go inside and rest. I can do it."

"No need, no need, you can rest." Dong Yuehua instinctively wanted to refuse.

Qi Yang had already stood up and neatly piled the bowls and chopsticks together. Seeing this, Dong Yuehua felt a warmth in her heart and no longer refused, only sighing, "This child..."

Qi Yang carried the bowl into the kitchen, and then heard Qi Jing follow her in. The two of them put all the family's bowls and chopsticks into the large vat together.

A little while later, Qi Yang heard Qi Jing say, "Uncle Chu next door is going to the city to buy goods tomorrow. I said it just so happens that I also need to go to the city, and he said he could give me a ride."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yang was overjoyed.

The herbs they had hidden then came in handy.

She looked at Qi Jing, and at this moment Qi Jing's face finally showed a bit of joy. This was the first time Qi Yang had seen the other person so vividly since she transmigrated. With the hope of escaping, she became more positive and optimistic.

Qi Yang smiled slightly and casually asked, "If you could walk, where would you like to go?"

Qi Jing paused for a moment, her fingertips unconsciously stirring the water in the vat, and gently shook her head: "I don't know."

She grew up in the mountains and had never even been to a town. The only time she came into contact with the outside world was when a neighbor's child told her that there was a TV in the town's convenience store, and that it showed Hong Kong movies.

Besides that, she hadn't read many books, and didn't even know where she was on the map.

Seeing her silent expression, Qi Yang comforted her, "There's still a long way to go, you'll know in time."

"Mmm." Qi Jing nodded vigorously, her dim eyes regaining their light. She asked curiously, "And you? What are your plans for the future?"

Qi Yang said, "I want to study and go to university in the future."

"Take the college entrance exam?" Qi Jing's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected her younger sister to be so ambitious. In her mind, going to the city was not an easy thing, let alone getting into college. That was harder than climbing a mountain.

Qi Yang said in a low voice, "People always have to try."

"Too."

Just three days ago, Qi Jing never imagined that she could run away if she was dissatisfied. Subconsciously, people believe that running away is a sign of weakness, but for their situation, it was acceptable as long as it worked.

...

The next morning, before six o'clock, Qi Jing quietly got up and went to the city with Uncle Chu.

Uncle Chu, Chu Wangshu's father, was one of the few people in the village who supported his child's education. He had also attended junior high school in his early years, which was considered a high level of education in this era and in this village. He was also an upright and kind person, and Qi Yang felt at ease knowing that Qi Jing was going to the city with him.

Early in the morning, Dong Yuehua wondered, "Where did your sister go first thing this morning?"

Qi Yang was squatting in the yard washing her face. She splashed water on her face and said without batting an eye, "My sister went up the mountain again."

Then, she pointed to the remaining herbs in the yard and said, "Look, these are the ones my sister and I picked recently."

Dong Yuehua couldn't help but ask, "Why have you two been so diligent lately?"

Qi Yang glanced at Qi Rongguang, who was sleeping like a log in the room, and said, "It's all because of my dad. He's been losing money lately, and I don't want to go hungry."

Dong Yuehua sighed, her face showing some worry. Qi Rongguang had gambled all night yesterday and lost a lot of money. She picked up the herbs and put them into a bag, saying earnestly, "He's just too eager to succeed. Actually, he just wants to do something for you."

Qi Yang muttered under her breath, "It would be better not to do it at all."

Dong Yuehua frowned. "Don't say that. He is, after all, your father..."

Using her usual tactic, Qi Yang quickly washed her face, dried it with her own face cloth, grabbed her tools, and ran off, saying, "Mom, I'm going to the fields."

Before Dong Yuehua could speak, she vanished like a wisp of smoke. The woman rushed to the door and called after her retreating figure, "Hey, don't forget to pick up your sister!"

"Okay."

Instead of going to the fields, Qi Yang turned a corner and went to the school.

Along the way, the girl skillfully avoided the messy rocks under her feet; walking the mountain path was already a piece of cake for her.

The school was quiet, except for the occasional sound of children reciting their lessons from the only classroom. Qi Yang couldn't help but take a few steps closer, find a less conspicuous corner, and look into the classroom through the window.

The classroom was also very rudimentary. You could tell that the desks and chairs were quite old, often missing parts, and were propped up with bricks underneath, making them barely usable.

On the podium, the young man's slender and upright figure stood out.

He always wore a plain shirt and black trousers, with silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, which added to his refined and gentle demeanor.

He was holding a book and speaking earnestly to the students. Not knowing what problem the students were facing, he stepped onto the podium, took a piece of chalk, and wrote a few words on the blackboard in a flowing style.

Sunlight streamed through the classroom window, illuminating the man's long, slender shoulders and neck.

For some reason, Qi Yang's breathing became a little lighter.