Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 259 cannot be used to do bad things (first update)

Looking at the one yuan under Ershun’s foot, the three men stood up in unison, wanting Ershun to pick up the banknote to see whose it was.

"Why are you stepping on it? Take it out, let’s see what it looks like, and see if it’s mine." The uncle on the far side was anxious, almost wanting to pry Ershun’s foot open to snatch the yuan."

Xiaofeng saw that the three had left their seats, and their attention was drawn to the one yuan under Ershun’s foot. She exchanged glances with Wu Yifan, and the two sat down in the seats.

The uncle in the middle saw the two sitting down and reacted, "Hey, we haven’t reached our stop yet, you..."

Xiaofeng showed her ticket: "Uncle, the ticket clearly lists the seat numbers. We purchased these seats. We let you sit for a while, and we didn’t say anything, did we?"

"So what if you bought them, we got on first," the uncle in the middle retorted. "If you want us to give up the seats, give each of us a yuan."

With one yuan, it was just enough to buy some buns on the train, giving back the seats wasn’t a big deal then.

"Gentlemen," Wu Yifan said indifferently, "Traveling is hard for everyone, why must you act like this? Besides, these seats were ours to begin with. Now you want us to pay you to leave our own seats, that’s not right."

"We don’t care about right or wrong," the uncle in the middle sneered. "Either pay up, or give us back the seats. You understand the principle of first come, first served, don’t you? We occupied these seats first, your tickets don’t change that."

They had tickets too, only standing-room tickets, but a ticket is a ticket. There’s no rule that says who the seats belong to.

Even if we call the conductor, he wouldn’t dare kick us off the train.

Listening to their unreasonable talk, Xiaofeng’s mouth twitched. It seemed these people were used to occupying seats on the train.

If their attitude had been better, and they truly needed the seats, she might have let them sit for a while, but these were three burly men, bullying their way into keeping someone else’s seats. That was a bit too much.

"Ershun, pick up the money," Xiaofeng said to Ershun. "Then go and ask the conductor to come here, saying we have two sick people here, and these three uncles are bullying us over our seats."

"Young lady," the uncle by the window glanced at Xiaofeng and Wu Yifan. The young man next to her indeed didn’t look very healthy, quite frightening, "Don’t use the conductor to scare people. We won’t be frightened that easily."

You’d think the conductor was her personal servant, to summon him whenever she wants. It’s just a few passengers having a dispute over seats; the conductor won’t bother with this.

"Uncle, whether it’s useful to call someone over or not," Xiaofeng wasn’t afraid of the passengers looking over. Everyone was in the same carriage, and nobody knew anyone else.

Ershun didn’t understand what Xiaofeng was up to, but he couldn’t disobey: "Okay, I’ll go call right now."

He hadn’t gone far when Ershun came back: "The next carriage seems to be checking tickets; they will come here in a bit."

Hearing Ershun’s words, the uncle by the window stood up: "You young people, it’s just a few seats. Was it necessary to call the attendant over? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at? Here, sit down. We’ve been sitting for a while. We’re tired anyway."

Not far away, a conductor was checking tickets with a few train officers, seat by seat, and he was heading toward their carriage.

The three men exchanged glances and had no time to argue with Xiaofeng and the others any longer, hurrying to find a place to hide.

Ershun watched them run faster than rabbits, and a possibility occurred to him: "They must have sneaked onto the train without tickets."

People without tickets daring to be so arrogant, oh my.

"What else could it be?" Xiaofeng moved further inside, motioning Ershun to sit in the middle.

"Ask the conductor later if there are any sleeper berths available," Wu Yifan said, looking at Xiaofeng squeezed in the innermost part.

The two of them being big men wasn’t a big deal, but Xiaofeng was pregnant and a woman, it would naturally be best if they could get a sleeper berth ticket.

"I’ll ask in a bit," Ershun felt his sister-in-law sitting with them in such a cramped space wasn’t ideal given how crowded the train was, making it difficult even to turn around.

As the conductor approached and checked their tickets and was about to check another person’s, Ershun stood up, "Comrade, I wanted to ask if there are any sleeper berth tickets left? We would like to buy three."

"There’s one sleeper berth ticket left, do you want it?"

"Yes, one is also fine." Having three would naturally be for all three, but even one was good. That way, his sister-in-law could go sleep in the sleeper carriage, sparing her the hardship.

"Alright, give me your tickets, and I’ll exchange them for you. You go directly to carriage eight." The conductor took Xiaofeng’s ticket and exchanged it for a sleeper berth ticket, indicating she could go over now.

"I’ll take you there," Ershun said, looking at the many people on the road, wanting to escort Xiaofeng.

The sleeper carriages, naturally quieter and less crowded than the regular ones, were suitable for sleeping and resting. Ershun could only take Xiaofeng to the door of the sleeper carriage; he couldn’t enter further since he didn’t have a ticket.

When she woke up, it was already the afternoon, which meant it was mealtime. Xiaofeng closed her eyes and entered the "space," eating fruit and drinking clear water there.

Xiaoqi looked at her indolently lounging master and said somewhat helplessly, "Master, remember to buy a meal when the dining cart comes by. I’ll replace the greens in it with ours from home."

Xiaofeng listened to Xiaoqi’s words, "Xiaoqi, are you really going to switch it in front of everyone? That sounds too risky."

"Master, you’ve had the space for four months now, and it just got a new feature. Do you know what it is?"

"It couldn’t possibly be telekinesis." Just hearing it was frightening. If she actually had telekinesis, she would be comparable to a Supreme God from ancient times.

Xiaoqi chuckled, "Telekinesis is still necessary, but we now can switch it just with Divine Sense. There’s no helping it; the space is just that amazing."

Eager to test it, Xiaofeng joked, "This feature is powerful! This way, if I wanted to be a thief, I’d be unbeatable." Just using consciousness to swap people’s belongings, even the world’s most skilled thief couldn’t do that.

"Master," Xiaoqi rolled her eyes at her master, "if the Spiritual Mirror finds out you are using this for bad things, it will get angry."

"What happens when it gets angry?"

"Of course, it will retract these functions," Xiaoqi said, hands behind her back like a little adult, "Of course, all functions of the space are designed for the little master. For example, right now, the little master might be hungry, so you can use desire to exchange items. Just by thinking about it, it will switch them. Isn’t that magical?"

As Xiaoqi spoke, the dining cart attendant began pushing the cart over: "Boxed meals! Tasty boxed meals, three dollars each!"

"I’ll take one," Xiaofeng called out to the cart attendant.

The attendant immediately stopped the cart. Xiaofeng got up from the bed, inspected the meals inside the boxes, covered them again, paid, and took one.

Back at her seat with the meal box, she said to the box with Divine Sense, "Switch."

In her mind, she pictured the greens and eggplants from the space.

Trembling, she opened the box and indeed saw greens and eggplants inside.

However, they weren’t fried but seemed as if they had just been boiled in clear water. She tried pinching them with chopsticks, somewhat helplessly commenting, "Xiaoqi, these are hardly cooked, just blanched with boiling water, right? Can these even be eaten?"

They looked bland with no oil or salt, likely not tasty.

"Tasty or not, I’m not sure, but why don’t you try it, Master?" Whether it’s tasty or not was not his concern.

Xiaofeng took a taste and found them not too bad, certainly better than the meals provided on the train.

Thinking of something, Xiaofeng took out some dried radishes and chili sauce she had brought from home, placed them on the table, scooped out some, and ate it along with the dried radishes and chili sauce. Xiaofeng quickly finished the blanched greens and the rice.

After finishing, she still felt a lingering taste, delicious.

The passenger on the neighboring bed, an intellectual-looking woman who seemed to eat public-funded meals, appeared to have a hard time swallowing her meal. Xiaofeng, observing the woman, placed the dried radishes and chili sauce before her: "Big sister, I brought some side dishes from home. Would you like some?"

The woman, indeed struggling with the train’s meals, saw the jars Xiaofeng offered and felt a growing desire to eat. She picked a few symbolic bites with her chopsticks: "Looks good, I’ll try it."

After tasting, she found the flavor truly delightful. Both the chili sauce and the dried radishes were delectably fragrant, leaving a lingering taste.

"Young lady, did you make this dried radish and chili sauce at home or buy them? They taste great," the woman said after eating, helping herself to more from the jar.

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Hearing this, the woman was surprised: "How did you suddenly decide to produce this? It’s a great idea."

"I just thought the flavor was good, so I wanted to produce them to give everyone who likes them a chance to buy it." There’s not much in the village, but there are plenty of special products. If this route works out, it would be an incredible opportunity.