Minha sogra é policial de bairro [anos 70]

May 1970, the summer harvest.

The weather forecast predicted rain within the next two days. Taking advantage of the bright moonlight, the folks at Yaowang Village worked through the night and finally finished harvesting the wheat. After a quick break to gnaw on some steamed buns and wash them down with water, they were back at it by daybreak, threshing and winnowing. The entire threshing floor was a flurry of activity. The essence of a "rush harvest" lies in the word "rush."

By noon, in the midst of the frantic labor, the sky suddenly darkened. Yao’s fifth daughter carried a basket to deliver lunch to her parents and sisters at the threshing floor. At eighteen, she was the undisputed beauty of the commune. With skin as white as snow, features like a celestial being, long legs, and a slender waist, she stood out effortlessly even in the shapeless, coarse cloth clothes she wore.

Half a month ago, a restless scoundrel had finally acted on his wicked intentions. To escape his groping hands, she had jumped straight into the river, hiding in the reed beds until the beast left before crawling ashore to go home. In her panic, her limbs were slashed by the reeds; she lost a lot of blood, soaked in the water for hours, and suffered from several leeches clinging to her legs, which led to a severe infection and a high fever. The poor girl didn't make it, and when Yao Ruzhen transmigrated into her, the original body had just breathed its last. She took over the girl's life and became Yao Zhizhi.

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