I Was Sold to My Mortal Enemy (Double Transmigrations)

One noon, Pei Xing supervised workers demolishing a house.

Lu Ruiyang glanced at the workers, then at Pei Xing beside him, and coughed before asking, “Have you two had a quarrel?”

Pei Xing gave him a cool look and replied, “I’m not as foolish as you to make my wife angry.”

With that, he continued working on demolishing the house without caring about his expression. The spice workshop had been abandoned since Village Chief Liu’s family was executed, so they decided to demolish and renovate it, turning it into a jade workshop.

Lu Ruiyang felt a lump in his throat and nearly choked. He remembered the argument he had with Chu Huanjing when he went out, and his face darkened immediately. An unknown anger welled up within him.

Once the villagers learned that Pei Xing was cooperating with others to build a jade workshop, they admired him deeply. Since Chief Liu’s family’s downfall for their evil deeds, the village hadn’t elected a new village chief. The villagers came together and sent several people to Pei Xing’s home to ask him to be the village chief.

Pei Xing’s face slightly changed, and he was about to decline. However, when Shi Yi thought about what he wanted to do, he rolled his eyes a few times, stuck out his head, and pointed at himself.

“If you don’t want to, you can let me do it. I want to take on this responsibility.”

After contemplating it for a while, Pei Xing considered that refusing him might lead to Shi Yi idling around the county government office, so he reluctantly agreed. Besides, being the village chief wasn’t a particularly demanding role, and having Shi Yi could help handle matters he couldn’t resolve on his own.

The few people who had come didn’t anticipate this turn of events. They looked at each other, puzzled. Historically, there was no precedent for a shuanger to be the village chief. One of them wore a somewhat embarrassed expression and said, “Young Master Pei, we all respect you, but there’s no precedent for a shuanger to be the village chief.”

Pei Xing calmly responded, “Precedents can be established. Our Xiangshan Village is setting this precedent. The Dayu Dynasty hasn’t prohibited shuangers from becoming village chiefs. Besides, my young wife is very knowledgeable and well-educated. Why wouldn’t he be suitable? If you hadn’t invited me, I wouldn’t want to let him suffer.”

With that, he avoided further discussion to prevent offending others.

After these men left, Shi Yi’s face was still flushed, and he kept his head down, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. He truly hadn’t expected Pei Xing to spout such nonsense, especially when he could hardly recognize any characters now, let alone held an intelligent conversation.

Pei Xing held the shuanger close, grasped his smooth and delicate chin, kissed his pursed lips, and said with a smile, “Why are you embarrassed? What did I say wrong?”

Shi Yi’s eyes flickered, his face buried in Pei Xing’s shoulder, and he whispered, “You’re talking nonsense. I can’t even recognize characters now.”

Pei Xing tightened his grip on Shi Yi’s slender waist and whispered in his ear, “Why not? It’s not nonsense. You’re still remarkable.”

At this moment, Shi Yi felt that his whole body was so hot and his head was spinning in shame, and he groaned twice and didn’t even want to raise his head.

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After Shi Yi assumed the role of village chief, he found himself constantly occupied with tasks. He and Chu Nan were in and out of the village throughout the day.

At times, Chu Nan was engrossed in matters concerning the soap workshop, while Zhouzhou, now over four months pregnant, hurried in and out of the workshop. Concerned for Zhouzhou’s well-being, Chu Nan insisted that he should not be involved and advised him to take care of the baby at home.

Zhouzhou looked dejected upon hearing this and, tugging at Chu Nan’s sleeve, pleaded, “Chu Nan is so busy all day that I hardly see him. I feel lonely staying home alone. Having something to do would keep me from getting bored.”

With no other choice, Shi Yi allowed Zhouzhou to assist him. Each morning, after Chu Nan had sent the workers over, Zhouzhou would help him organized the drawings and handled various tasks, leaving the rest to Father Chu’s two apprentices.

Shi Yi intended to collaborate with Father Chu on constructing a horse-drawn harvester. Although the blueprint wasn’t available on the mobile phone Pei Xing had brought, he had practiced scene sketches numerous times, committing the draft to memory.

Old-fashioned wheat threshing machines, simple seeders, and three-step plows were also on his drawing list. He could draft them, but whether he could successfully create them would require step-by-step experimentation.

Shi Yi focused on crafting farm tools with Father Chu while entrusting various village matters to Chu Nan.

He and Pei Xing were exceedingly occupied during these days, to the point that they barely had time to see each other. In fact, Pei Xing had been absent for two consecutive nights, leaving Shi Yi pondering why he was so frantic to construct a firearms warehouse.

Though Shi Yi was occupied primarily with adjusting drawings and working at home, he would also visit Father Chu when a model was ready to determine if it could be practically utilized. If modifications were necessary, he would find a solution.

However, Pei Xing was nowhere to be found day and night.

After a few days without seeing one another, Pei Xing returned to spend time with Shi Yi, concerned that he might be upset. Yet, after they both finished washing up, Shi Yi pressed his lips against Pei Xing’s and kissed him first.

“You don’t miss me at all, you just want my body.” Shi Yi pouted, feigning tears.

Pei Xing smiled, returned the kiss, and reassured him, “Darling, I really miss you.” After affectionately teasing him, he held and comforted him for a while.

“Things have been rather urgent recently, and I might not be able to come down from the mountain for a few days. Please take care of yourself.”

Hearing the cautious tone in Pei Xing’s voice, Shi Yi grew curious and inquired, “What’s the matter? You seem so determined to build a cannon and explosives. What’s the rush?”

Pei Xing didn’t provide a detailed explanation, merely mentioning that they might be needed for the ongoing war.

Shi Yi couldn’t fathom why they would require such heavy weaponry.

Weren’t the border conflicts occurring small regularly?

It wasn’t until he heard the news of Nanzhou’s fall two months later, then he realized the gravity of the situation.