Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11183

Yang Ruoqing was half asleep and half awake. When she heard the gurgling sound of water, she felt confused.

Is it raining outside again?

Or did my two little ones wet the bed?

Bed-wetting shouldn't make such a big noise. Besides, the two little ones are over two years old and they have wet the bed only a few times.

  So, where does this sound of flowing water come from?

Yang Ruoqing tried hard to open her eyes. Suddenly, she opened them and found that she was not lying on the bed sleeping, but standing in a field.

The soil under my feet was very soft. In the night wind, there were large tracts of flooded fields of crops, and a faint fishy smell of soil floated in the air.

The sound of water came from beside her, and following the sound, Yang Ruoqing saw that it was a ditch.

Looking up the ditch, Yang Ruoqing saw a large reservoir not far ahead.

Behind the large reservoir is the majestic Mianniu Mountain, which looks like a huge cow lying on the ground. Every part of its body turns into layers of peaks, especially the towering Niutou Peak, which seems to break through the dark night. When people look up, they feel inexplicable solemnity and awe in their hearts.

  Zhengjiacun Reservoir?

Why am I here?

dream?

Or sleepwalking?

A cloud of white mist was blown towards her by the wind. Yang Ruoqing raised her sleeves to cover her face and subconsciously turned sideways to avoid the mist.

Soon the white mist dissipated, and on the small path on the ridge of the field ahead, there appeared two short and plump middle-aged village women, carrying a sedan chair on their shoulders.

"Good luck to the General's wife. My grandmother sent the children to take you over to be our guest."

guest?

Yang Ruoqing became wary and asked the two unfamiliar village women: "Which village is your grandmother from? What's her name?"

"To answer your question, my grandmother is called Qingniang and she lives in Zhengjia Village."

Qingniang?

Yang Ruoqing searched her memory bank, but found no acquaintance with the name Qingniang. "My grandmother just met you two days ago, Madam. Please get in the sedan chair."

Yang Ruoqing was still on guard, but her body uncontrollably sat on the sedan chair.

The so-called sedan chair was actually an armchair with a backrest, pierced by two bamboo poles. The two short and fat village women were very strong. They lifted Yang Ruoqing and turned around to walk back.

This movement was very serious. Yang Ruoqing could only hear the sound of wind whistling in her ears, and the road and fields on both sides were receding so rapidly that the picture became blurred as if it was mosaiced.

There was a whistling sound of wind in my ears.

This is really fast!

When passing by the reservoir, Yang Ruoqing saw the fishing nets and tree stumps that Yang Huazhong, the village head of Zhengjia Village, and Luo Fengtang used to surround the reservoir to form a fence.

The two peasant women carrying the sedan chair suddenly flew up, jumped over the high fence, and dived directly into the reservoir.

I go!

The feeling of diving down made Yang Ruoqing's heart tighten. She subconsciously grabbed the armrests on both sides of the sedan chair, thinking that she would be thrown out by such a huge impact force.

However, she was wrong. An invisible force seemed to firmly lock her to the sedan chair beneath her.

The water surface under the moonlight is so deep blue that it is almost black, and so dark that the bottom cannot be seen.

Yang Ruoqing's mind was clear, but she had lost control of her body. She watched herself getting closer and closer to the water surface, and many of the words she usually told her two children flashed through her ears.

"No playing in the water!"

"Don't go near the reservoir. The water is dangerously deep."

She also heard what the villagers were saying: Even in years of severe drought, the bottom of the reservoir had never been exposed.

This reservoir is so deep that you can't see the bottom. If you fall in, you'll be like dumplings. You'll be dead!

But at this moment, she was like a dumpling, carried by two mysterious village women and plunged into the bottomless reservoir...