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Hubby cried and fainted several times at his white moonlight's funeral. The next day, he commits suicide with a suicide note in his hand in front of White Moonlight's tombstone, his only request is to be buried together with White Moonlight. Moved by their love story, his children decided to fulfill the last wish of the two old men. I, the pillow-bearer who had been with him for 40 years, became a joke. My youngest granddaughter cried and slammed her rice bowl on me, "It's all your fault, if you hadn't morally abducted Grandpa for the rest of his life, Grandpa wouldn't have committed suicide, and I would be the descendant of a scientist, not the granddaughter of a rural person like you." I was so angry that I had a heart attack, but I heard my daughter say, "What a nuisance, another funeral, how troublesome for relatives to come back and forth!" My son indifferently said, "There's no cemetery for her anyway, so the funeral won't be held, and the ashes will be scattered in the river!" When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in the third year when I was a youth in the countryside. This year, I returned to the city to work in the quota has not been given by my husband to his white moonlight.
Chapter 1
My husband was Jared Clarke. At the funeral of his beloved woman, Lexi Johnson, he wept so intensely that he fainted several times.
The next day, he committed suicide in front of Lexi's tombstone, clutching a farewell letter. His only request was to be buried together with Lexi.
My children were moved by their love story and decided to fulfill the wishes of those late people.
Meanwhile, I became a laughingstock, who had been married to Jared for forty years.
My granddaughter slammed a bowl down at me in tears and said, "It's all your fault. You have pressured Grandpa with moral obligations all his life. Otherwise, he wouldn't have committed suicide, and I could have been the descendant of a scientist, not the granddaughter of you, a rural woman."
I was angered and had a heart attack, but I overheard my daughter complaining, saying, "Ugh, we have to organize another funeral. It's such a hassle for the relatives to come and go."
My son said indifferently, "She doesn't even have a burial plot. Let's skip the funeral and just scatter her ashes in the river."
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn in the third year of my time, as I worked in the countryside as an educated young woman.
It was the year before Jared gave my job opportunity in the city to Lexi.
1.
Someone tugged at the basket on my back, and a deep voice sounded in my ears. "Isabella, go help Lexi with the rice planting. Let her gather weeds instead."
I turned around and saw Jared's face. He was twenty-one years old then and my childhood friend.
Seeing my blank expression, he impatiently added, "Lexi is having her period today and can't go into the water. Otherwise, she might catch a cold. You swap tasks with her."
Before I could respond, Lexi timidly said, "Isabella, don't worry. I'll make sure you get all the workpoints for planting rice today. I won't take it from you."
Hearing that again, I laughed in anger.
I laughed at myself in my previous life for being so blind and oblivious and failing to catch the underlying meaning in Lexi's words.
I hadn't realized that Jared had long favored Lexi either.
Jared said, "What are you daydreaming about? The director is already urging us. Hurry up and go."
I snatched back my basket and looked at them seriously while saying, "I'm on my period today too, so I can't go into the water."
In my previous life, Jared had me swap tasks with Lexi.
So she did the easier job of gathering weeds while I went into the water to plant rice.
It was extremely exhausting work to plant rice.
One must stand in the cold, murky water, and the feet sink into the mushy mud. He might step on broken porcelain or sharp stones, which cut the feet.
After a whole day of work, no one could straighten their backs after planting rice.
The worst part was that a water snake or some other creature might emerge, and the legs would soon be covered with traces they left.
I once saw a newcomer faint in the field after just ten minutes, and his legs were covered in leeches.
For a young woman, the rice planting season was a nightmare.
But, I had foolishly listened to Jared every year and taken on the rice planting for Lexi in my previous life.
And Lexi would complain that I only earned eight workpoints instead of the full amount for her.
Meanwhile, she only earned four points for gathering weeds in my place.
From then on, every month during my period, I would be in such excruciating pain that I was drenched in cold sweat and couldn't work at all.
Jared saw me like that and dismissed it as me being too fragile.
Sure enough, after I refused, Jared raised his voice and questioned me. "How can that be? Are you sure you didn't get it wrong?"
I sneered, "Jared, you're a man. Why are you keeping track of a young woman's period time?"
Jared glanced at Lexi, and his cheeks slowly turned red.
Lexi said with tears in her eyes, "Isabella, don't blame Jared. It's just that I'm really not feeling well today. If you don't want to, it's fine. I can manage."
With that, she turned around, wiped away her tears, and headed towards the field path.
Jared quickly grabbed her and scolded me in a low voice, "Isabella, why are you so mean? Lexi is unwell but still insists on working. You're usually so healthy. Why can't you help her out?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "If she's unwell, she could just ask the director for a leave."
Lexi turned back to admonish me, saying, "Isabella, how can you think like that? We are here to contribute to rural development. Even if I'm not feeling well, I can't skip work. It is a virtue to work hard."
Jared nodded approvingly and said, "Lexi is right. Isabella, your mindset isn't good enough. You'd better learn from her resilience and commitment to rural development."
The more they talked, the more excited they became. Their cheeks were flushed with enthusiasm.
In my previous life, I was probably brainwashed by them like that and willingly became their doormat.
I took on the hardest and most exhausting tasks, while the workpoints were credited to Lexi, which built her an image of selflessness and devotion to labor.
Later, she took away my opportunity to return to the city and left me stuck in the countryside for the rest of my life.
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