"You wish! I've already married him once. If I divorce him again, I'll be a second-time divorcee.
If he hadn't gotten himself crippled showing off, would I even have divorced him?
So, he owes me. This money is just compensation."
Freya said confidently.
"I don't care. If you're leaving, you have to leave the money behind."
Sister Fang said this and then reached out to grab her luggage. Freya, angry and flustered, pushed her away.
The two started fighting, pulling faces and pinching waists, aiming wherever it hurt most. Without realizing it, they ended up outside the door.
Freya had grown up pampered, unlike Sister Fang, who was a big, strong rural woman.
Caught off guard, Freya was pushed by Sister Fang and hit her head on the edge of a stone step, passing out instantly.
Sister Fang was shocked at first and quickly checked her chest. She was still breathing.
She didn't care too much. As long as she wasn't dead, that was enough. In the countryside during this era, people didn't just run to doctors. That cost a lot of money.
Sister Fang searched her and found 1000 yuan, along with some meat coupons, grain coupons, cotton coupons, and even a bicycle ticket.
"Mom, I'm rich! This little wench actually had so much money," she said, happily hugging the tickets and kissing them several times.
She quickly ran to the door, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then stuffed everything into her own pocket.
Then she dragged the original body back inside and tossed her onto the bed like nothing happened. She went to stop Brian, who was heading to borrow a cart from Heizhu's house, and told him Freya wasn't feeling well and would go for the divorce tomorrow instead.
Brian had no choice but to go back.
Sister Fang used the chance to meet up with Trina to plot how to drug Freya.
She didn't tell Trina that Brian was permanently disabled. She only said he had a minor injury and needed to recover.
Since Brian had just come back, he wouldn't complain to outsiders.
If Trina had known the truth, she probably wouldn't have gone through with drugging Freya. She had high standards. There's no way she'd marry a cripple.
At night, the original host did wake up. Sister Fang pretended to return the money and apologized, trying to win her over with a bowl of rice porridge laced with drugs.
When she woke up again in the broken thatched hut, the soul inside the body was no longer the original. It was the soul of Freya, a powerhouse from the apocalypse. The original must have hit her head badly and then, combined with the strong drug, passed on to report to Buddha.
After remembering everything, Freya could only think of one phrase she knew well: "Drying Sichuan pepper at a neighbor's door, numbed the next house."
The original owner was really a mess, but it didn't matter. Now the body was hers, and the past had nothing to do with her.
The supplies in her space were enough for eight lifetimes. This era had no pollution, no mutated plants or animals, just green mountains, clean water, birds chirping, flowers blooming, and fresh, adorable meat.
It was perfect.
She only needed to live out her retirement in this peaceful mountain village.
Freya thought it all through and felt so excited she wanted to spin in circles.
"First, I'll head next door and build a proper big bed. This wooden plank bed is too rough. Then I'll make a wardrobe."
As for the original owner's husband, as long as he behaved, she didn't mind keeping him around. She didn't lack food, and he was a hero who had served the country, someone to be respected.
She wanted to stay at Brian's place for now. It was more lively, and she had people to order around. The housing for educated youth was all shared dorms, dirty and noisy, and she had to cook for herself. She didn't like that.
Once she had a better grasp of the situation, she'd build a courtyard house. That's what she'd lived in during the apocalypse, and she loved that layout.
"Wait a minute, Freya, you can't just think about yourself." a childish voice echoed in her mind.
"Who's there?" Freya's eyes turned cold instantly as she looked around, alert.
"I mean no harm. Don't worry.
And I'm just a consciousness. You can't see me." the cute voice said again.
Freya quickly calmed down, bringing out her strong aura from her apocalyptic life and asked coldly.
"What do you want? Just say it!"
"Hello, Miss Freya. I'm the customer service representative from System Tutu, here to serve you.
Because you led everyone on Blue Star to completely wipe out the zombies, the order of Blue Star was restored 50 years earlier than expected.
Before that, zombies were running wild, and human society fell into chaos and despair. But you stepped up with great intelligence and fearless courage, organizing and leading everyone through an extremely difficult battle.
After a long and fierce struggle lasting ten years, you finally eliminated all the zombies and brought light and hope back to this planet that had once been covered in darkness.
Your heroic deeds are remembered in the hearts of all survivors and will inspire future generations to move forward bravely and overcome challenges.
Your name will go down in history and be honored for generations!
You are truly amazing!"
System Tutu passionately and emotionally recited that whole speech.
After hearing it, Freya rolled her eyes speechlessly.
"This sounds like the eulogy that the chubby boy read at my funeral! He didn't miss a single word. So what now? Are you trying to make me relive the lively scene of my memorial service?"
System Tutu… was too careless!
"Ahem, I thought the writing was pretty good. It's a waste to use it only once, so I borrowed it." The childish voice gave a small cough to cover up the guilt and tried to explain.
"As long as you're happy! I don't care!
Just tell me why you're here!"
Freya lazily lay down on the wooden bed, casually took out an apple from her space, crossed her legs, and happily crunched on it.
"Alright, let's continue!
Because of your great contribution and also because the system felt sorry for your early and tragic death—pfft"
System Tutu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Freya's face turned as dark as ink. She accidentally crushed the apple in her hand into mush, and juice dripped through her fingers.
She calmly pulled out a wet wipe from her space and slowly cleaned her fingers, trying hard to hold back her nearly runaway sanity.
Through clenched teeth, she said:
"Get to the point and stop talking nonsense!"
"Alright, dear. This time travel is actually a reward from the system, so from now on, you are the Freya of this time period.
However, due to system limitations, your powers can only stay at the beginner level and can't advance any further. But you can freely use the space spring!
Also, her family is now your responsibility too. You can't just ignore them and go off enjoying yourself."
The more System Tutu spoke, the faster and lower its voice became, clearly feeling guilty.
"Oh, really?
So I can't even get a divorce?
Her husband is now my husband, and his family is now my family?
Am I supposed to take care of them nicely, make them happy, and help them live a wonderful life, hopefully reaching the peak of success?
Is this a reward or a punishment, huh?
Forget it, this reward is too frustrating. Take it back. I don't want it anymore."