After Transmigrating Into An Idiot - Chapter 1

It had rained the entire night. The Beginning of Autumn had arrived.

In the woodshed of the small courtyard house at the village entrance, the young girl lying on the wooden plank bed shivered from the cold a few times and slowly regained consciousness.

“Liang girl has been lying there for several days. If she doesn’t wake up soon, I’m afraid this marriage won’t happen.” The woodshed door was pushed open, and two people walked in.

The one who had spoken was a round, plump woman surnamed Bai.

The man following beside Madam Bai had a crooked posture. His left leg was nothing but an empty trouser leg. He was lame.

Qiu the Lame leaned on his crutch and moved to the bedside with difficulty. “No use being anxious. The physician said she’ll wake up soon.”

Madam Bai gritted her teeth and viciously pinched the girl’s philtrum. Seeing that she still had no reaction, she cursed, “We really raised this jinx for eighteen years for nothing. If we miss this chance, where else will we find such a good thing? Who would be willing to spend two taels of silver to marry a stupid woman?”

Qiu the Lame frowned. “It wasn’t exactly for nothing…”

Madam Bai glared at him. “Only you would be so kind despite being poor. I’ll go get a bowl of cold water and try splashing her awake.”

“Stop tormenting her. If you make her sick, we’ll have to call the physician again,” Qiu the Lame said impatiently, then dragged his one leg and went out.

The two of them left the woodshed one after the other. Only then did the girl open her eyes.

Qiu Liang rubbed her faintly aching head. Her gaze was blank at first, then gradually regained clarity.

In the modern world, she had been an orphan who had just graduated from university. She had never expected that on her very first day of work, she would be hit by a car at the intersection below her company building.

When she woke up, she had become the fool Qiu Liang of Song Family Village. This transmigration was too much of a scam.

Because the original owner was not only stupid—she was also mute.

Qiu Liang sorted through the memories in her mind that did not belong to her, her brows furrowing slightly.

Strictly speaking, the original owner was not completely foolish. She knew everything, but she could not make sense of things, as if she were missing a part of her soul. On top of that, she could not speak, which made her seem even more like a fool.

Judging from the original owner’s scattered memories, this was a dynasty Qiu Liang had never heard of before. It was called Baiyue.

It was currently the year 1200 of Baiyue. This place was located in the central-eastern region of Baiyue, in Song Family Village under Cangjia County.

Most of the people in Song Family Village were surnamed Song. There were only a few households with other surnames, and the Qiu family was one of them.

The current head of the Qiu family was Qiu the Lame. In his early years, there had been a severe drought in the fields, and every household had gone hungry. Qiu the Lame’s parents had died early, and with nothing tying him down, he had joined the army alone.

Later, he returned to the village with one leg gone, and from then on, everyone called him Qiu the Lame.

Qiu the Lame spent all his compensation silver before he managed to marry a wife from a neighboring village, Madam Bai. They had two sons in succession and named them Qiu Guang and Qiu Ming.

A few years later, Madam Bai became pregnant again and gave birth to their youngest daughter, Qiu Liang.

When the youngest daughter reached the age when she should have started talking, she still could not speak. The older she grew, the more foolish she seemed, and she became the least favored person in the household.

Qiu Liang thought of what she had just heard. Suppressing the doubts in her heart, she walked out of the woodshed. Every corner of the courtyard was quiet. It seemed Madam Bai and Qiu the Lame had both gone out.

She found the kitchen, but there was not a single bite of food on the stove.

Qiu Liang drank two bowls of water in a row before she felt a little better.

Following her memories, she walked out of the courtyard gate. Not far away, a small child came running over.

“Auntie’s awake! Auntie is a big idiot!”

The little child circled around Qiu Liang. Seeing that she did not react at all, his eyes shifted, and he bent down to pick up a pebble.

Qiu Liang lowered her head and watched his movements. Her gaze abruptly sharpened.

She did not make a single sound, yet her aura was astonishing enough to intimidate this six-year-old child.

Little Stone met her eyes and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

He clenched the pebble in his hand and subconsciously hid it behind his back.

Qiu Liang continued to stare at him quietly.

Little Stone unconsciously took two steps back. In the end, he did not dare to throw the pebble at Qiu Liang. He turned and ran away.

Qiu Liang lowered her eyes and withdrew the expression in them. She had just let out a breath of relief when she heard a light, faint laugh.

Her body suddenly stiffened. Only after adjusting her expression did she raise her head and look over.

At the entrance of the neighboring courtyard stood a woman dressed in a plain white long skirt. Her black hair was lightly pinned up, revealing cheeks as fair as white porcelain. Her brows were like distant mountains, and her eyes shimmered with light. She was a rare beauty—bright, elegant, and dignified.

This woman’s surname was Song, and her given name was Jianshuang. She had only moved into the abandoned residence next door a few days ago.

It was said that she was a noble young lady from the capital.

Qiu Liang was skeptical of this. If she truly were a noble lady from a prestigious family in the capital, how could the village headman and clan elders of Song Family Village remain indifferent? There was not even a single person who came to visit her.

Seeing Qiu Liang look over, Song Jianshuang greeted her with a smile. “Good morning, Miss Qiu.”

As she spoke, she was also sizing Qiu Liang up. The girl had delicate features, a pale complexion, and hair casually tied into a bundle. She wore ill-fitting coarse cloth clothes, and her figure was thin and frail.

Qiu Liang dazedly shook her head and revealed an unpracticed foolish smile. Then she turned and walked in the direction Little Stone had run off.

Song Jianshuang watched that retreating figure and put away the smile on her lips.

Just now, when she saw Little Stone trying to bully that fool, she had been about to speak up and stop him, but in the end, she had forcibly held herself back.

That look in her eyes, that expression—how could it belong to a fool?

Interesting…

In the distance, Qiu Liang walked while feeling alarmed. That woman hadn’t noticed anything, had she?

She couldn’t be so unlucky that her identity would be exposed as soon as she transmigrated, right?

Full of worry, Qiu Liang walked to the small river outside the village. This was a place the original owner often came to sit and stare blankly. It was fairly quiet.

She sat down on a rock and continued sorting through the information in her mind.

The small child from earlier was the son of the Qiu family’s eldest son, Qiu Guang. He was also the original owner’s eldest nephew. He had just turned six, and his milk name was Little Stone. He had a mischievous and unruly nature.

The original owner had been pushed by Little Stone and hit her head on the stone block at the courtyard entrance. That was why she had fainted.

Unexpectedly, when she woke up, her soul had been changed.

It had been replaced by Qiu Liang from the modern world, who had the exact same name and even the exact same appearance.

The original owner’s situation was terrible. Her father did not dote on her, and her mother did not love her. Her eldest brother and sister-in-law were dull and had no opinions of their own. Her second brother, Qiu Ming, was apprenticed to a carpenter surnamed Zhao in the county town, and he only came home once a month.

Those things could still be endured. The key problem was that the Qiu family was too poor. They only ate two meals a day, and every meal left them hungry.

It was either wild vegetable soup or coarse wotou buns with pickled vegetables. Forget meat—she had never even seen a speck of oil.

Qiu Liang sat there blankly for a long time. Just as she was worrying, she heard the excited cheering of her cheap eldest nephew not far away.

“Second Uncle is back! Second Uncle is back!”

Qiu Liang looked over at the sound and saw her cheap eldest nephew shouting as he ran home. Behind him followed a young man in a blue-green robe.

The young man looked thin and weak. He carried a small bundle in his hand. The two brothers had both inherited Qiu the Lame’s looks: dark skin, square faces, thick brows, and large eyes, giving them the honest and simple appearance of farmers.

This was the second son of the Qiu family, the original owner’s second brother, Qiu Ming.

Qiu Liang silently followed behind them. Based on the memories she had just sorted through, if she did not return in time, she might not even get to eat.

Fortunately, although the original owner was foolish, she knew hunger, knew how to eat, and knew to wait for mealtime.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, sure enough, she saw Madam Bai preparing the meal.

Qiu Liang sat down with a vacant expression, picked up a wotou bun, and began gnawing on it, pretending she had not seen anyone. It was no different from the way the original owner usually acted in her memories.

The wotou bun was made from coarse bran mixed with wild vegetables. For someone used to eating modern food, it was very difficult to swallow. But she was too hungry, and she had no room to be picky.

Seeing this, Madam Bai habitually cursed, “Eat, eat, eat. All you know how to do is eat. Raising a dog would be better than raising you. What sin did this old woman commit to be stuck with a thing like you?” As she spoke, she placed a peeled egg into Little Stone’s bowl. “Good grandson, eat your egg.”

The only bit of meat or protein in the Qiu family was probably the one egg each day, and it was for Little Stone. In the whole family, only this precious eldest grandson received such treatment.

Qiu the Lame did not even raise his head. He drank his soup in silence.

The second son, Qiu Ming, glanced at Qiu Liang and said quietly, “When did Third Sister wake up?”

While coaxing her good grandson to eat the egg, Madam Bai said, “This morning, I suppose. As soon as she woke up, she disappeared. This old woman thought she’d run off. She still knew to come back for food. Might as well have run away.”

Qiu Ming put down his bowl and chopsticks. “Father, Mother, about that matter…” He hesitated and glanced at Qiu Liang.

Qiu Liang continued sitting there blankly without moving. She was a fool who understood nothing, so of course she could not tactfully leave.

As soon as Madam Bai heard this, she grabbed Qiu Liang by the arm and yanked her up. “Get out.”

Qiu Liang was shoved out the door, but she did not go far. Instead, she sat directly at the doorway, lowered her head, and dug at the dirt, continuing to play the role of a fool.

She also wanted to hear what matter Qiu Ming was talking about—something that even she, a fool, had to be kept away from.

Inside the room, Qiu Ming was still looking at Qiu Liang, who was sitting at the doorway.

“She’s just a fool, the sort of thing that could choke to death from eating too much. Don’t mind her.” Madam Bai looked at her younger son. “Second Son, what did you want to say?”

Qiu Ming withdrew his gaze and turned to ask, “Father, Mother, where are my eldest brother and sister-in-law?”

Madam Bai snorted. “Your sister-in-law’s great-grandfather is about to die. She dragged your eldest brother back to her maiden family to visit him, and even took a basket of eggs with her. This old woman saved up those eggs for two months, and that jinx took them all back with her.”

The eldest son was the sort who forgot his mother after marrying a wife, and the eldest son’s wife was an ungrateful traitor. That whole family was full of jinxes.

Qiu Ming had only asked casually. Then he turned to the main matter. “Sister-in-law is still an outsider, after all. Our family should still keep our guard up. Father, Mother, you should also think more for yourselves and keep some spare money in your hands.”

“What spare money? This old woman doesn’t have a single coin in her hands.” As soon as Madam Bai heard this, she started shouting, afraid her younger son was eyeing her coffin money.

Qiu the Lame slapped the table. “Let Second Son finish speaking.”

Only then did Qiu Ming lower his voice and say, “My master’s wife died without leaving behind even half a son or daughter. My master is afraid of having no descendants, so he wants to quickly find another wife. He doesn’t care if she’s foolish or normal, as long as she can bear children. Last time, I mentioned Third Sister, and Master’s intention was to bring her to the county town first so he could have a look.”

At this point, he looked at Qiu the Lame.

Although Madam Bai spent all day ordering people around and shouting, this household was still ultimately decided by Father.

Qiu the Lame muttered to himself for a moment, then said, “Your mother and I have already discussed this matter. Go back and tell Carpenter Zhao that our family agrees.”

People were all selfish. As the head of the family, he also had to make more plans for this household.

Although Carpenter Zhao was a widower and liked to gamble, no one was perfect. At the very least, he could earn money. As long as Qiu Liang would not starve after marrying him, that was enough.

After all, she was a fool. What good family could they expect her to marry into?