Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 72
not bright?

Bu Youran thought, it must be because he didn't hold it down.

So, again.

The light is still... off!
Bu Youran's heart suddenly beat violently, why didn't it light up?How could it be off?
Press once, press again, press hard...

Bu Youran didn't know how many times she pressed it, from dawn to dark.

Light, still not on.

She took the watch and sat down on the rice field, as if she had lost her soul.

what to do?She is finished, completely finished!
The indicator light of the watch is not on, which means that this is an extremely ordinary object, which cannot let her go home, nor can it save her from danger in ancient times.

What should she do?
Do you really want to stay in this crisis-ridden ancient times?With no background and no power, she is like an ant, destined to be killed at any time.

She doesn't want it... Will all the knowledge she has learned in the past 20 years be buried here?

She grabbed her hair with her hands, not knowing what to do next?

……

A farmer came to the ground with a hoe in his hand, and saw the frustrated Bu Youran, with disheveled hair, sitting in the middle of the rice field in a white coat.

Soon, a group of people held lanterns and rushed here, until they surrounded Bu Youran tightly.

Bu Youran saw the light, looked over with empty eyes, and couldn't help being startled.

"Is it a human or a ghost?" asked one of the leaders.

"I...me?" Bu Youran pointed to herself uncertainly, "Are you...asking me?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just answer my question!" the man snapped.

Bu Youran smiled through tears, "Please, I can chat with you, don't you think I'm a ghost?"

"Then why are you wearing white clothes, why is your hair messy, and why can't you see your face clearly?"

Bu Youran raised her hand, only to realize that her hands were covered with mud. She smiled, "My face is blurry because it is covered with mud, and my hair is messed up because... it was blown by the wind. As for white clothes, who forbids wearing white clothes?" what?"

The man thought for a while and thought it made sense, "Then why did you scare him?"

Bu Youran looked in the direction of the man's finger. There was an old man in his fifties who hid behind the crowd and sneaked a peek here from time to time. him?"

"The piece of land you're sitting on belongs to his family. How could it be wrong for him to come to his own land?"

Bu Youran pondered according to what he said, and couldn't help nodding, "You're right." Sighing, "Then what do you say, man, I'm already scared, do you want me to lose money, or do you want me to die? Woolen cloth?"

The leader looked at the person hiding behind, "Old man, what do you think?"

"Losing money!" The old dealer said simply.

"Did you hear that? My old uncle said that you just need to pay some money and forget about it."

Bu Youran stood up slowly, "If you lose money, you have to wait a while..."

……

About half an hour later, the group of people got a little impatient.

"You can take out as much as you have on your body, and today's matter is nothing." The leader and the fifty-year-old man decided after discussing it.

Bu Youran blinked her big innocent eyes and shook her head.

"Could it be that you don't even have a copper coin?" Another person asked.

"No, I don't believe you came here for a body search?" Bu Youran replied.

(End of this chapter)