The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Chapter 1293: Chapter 1293: Expanding the Pond (5)

To tell the truth, it must have been tough on Xun Gui with all that flesh weighing him down when he ran, but he still managed to run quite fast.

Seeing her son running off, Mao Family’s mother didn’t dare to linger, but looking at the man sprawled on the ground, she knew she couldn’t abandon him. So, she had no choice but to drag him up and half-pull, half-carry him as she followed her son.

Xun Qiancheng had broken two ribs, and being jerked about like this it hurt so much that he grimaced in pain. Yet, he dared not make a sound, terrified of receiving another kick that could very well end his life.

Yang Ruxin couldn’t care less about those three people outside. Their turmoil, in her eyes, was nothing more than a bit of comedy, and certainly not something to take seriously.

And her family inside didn’t take the Xun Family’s people seriously either. After all, since the eldest sister had returned, nothing else really mattered.

Only Wenxiu looked still deeply concerned.

”Mom, stop worrying,” Yang Ruxin said, seeing the look on Dong Wenxiu’s face, and couldn’t help but sigh, ”Those people are nothing to worry about. If they come again in the future, you can just tell someone to throw them out. What’s there to fret about?”

”I know,” Dong Wenxiu sighed, ”I just feel a bit uncomfortable.”

”You’ll feel better soon,” Yang Ruxin patted her shoulder, ”If you keep feeling upset, that won’t be cute.”

Wenxiu managed a wry smile, but still nodded her head.

Soon after, Du Man came in to report that Xun Qiancheng and his family had left.

”Okay,” Yang Ruxin nodded her head, ”Tell the kitchen to prepare some extra delicious food. We haven’t eaten well in the past few days.” As she spoke, she went into her room to bathe and change her clothes.

However, after getting cleaned up, she didn’t immediately go out because she noticed that the blood mole in the palm of her hand seemed to have changed again. In fact, when she had taken control of the Blood-drinking Sword, she felt the mole’s temperature had suddenly risen quite a lot, giving her palm a burning sensation, but she had been too busy to check it until now. Now that she was home, it was natural to take a good look.

Indeed, as soon as she entered the magical space, the entire space began to shake again, like during an earthquake. The neatly placed items within the space all started to wobble—items from the left went to the right, those on the right moved to the left, everything that was stacked up scattered down...

Yang Ruxin clung fiercely to the pear tree, which prevented her from being shaken about.

It probably shook for about fifteen minutes before the space finally began to settle down gradually. When it was completely calm, Yang Ruxin let out a sigh. What was wrong with this space? Causing earthquakes for no reason; if it was capable, why not whip up a typhoon...

However, soon after, some information appeared in her mind— the space had expanded once again. But this time, instead of land, it was a round pond that had formed, not very large, about just over a dozen square meters in appearance. The message indicated that the water in the pond was not drinkable, only suitable for raising fish or shrimp. And as with the land, it could only sustain one or the other: once she chose a species it wouldn’t change anymore. But after that, it would provide an endless supply.

”Do you have to be so strict?” Yang Ruxin ruffled her hair, ”Can’t you be a bit more generous?” Each time it makes such a big fuss, and in the end, it only offers such little benefits...

Still, the space was indeed capricious; no further hints would come after the information was delivered. So, despite her complaints, she still needed to think about what kind of fish to throw in. Having something was better than nothing, after all.