I Was Sold to My Mortal Enemy (Double Transmigrations)

The original person had never been in a romantic relationship in his memory, and no one had ever informed the shuanger about the passion wave.

So, Shi Yi initially thought that the first night had come and gone, but later he realized how naive he had been.

For the first three days, he still had the strength to curse, but in the following days, his entire body was repeatedly overwhelmed by waves of intense passion, rendering him numb, and he could only whimper softly.

Pei Xing suffered alongside him, and while feeling distressed, he continuously tried to comfort Shi Yi.

The phase of passionate wave lasted for seven days.

On the seventh night, after the final surge of passion, Shi Yi fell asleep directly. He took two days to fully recover. When he saw Pei Xing, his legs turned to jelly, and he cursed internally at least eight hundred times.

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The Mountain Deity Sacrifice spanned ten days. On the final day, the villagers performed dances as part of the rituals. Ten unmarried women, collectively chosen by the villagers, were the ones who danced. On this day, everyone in the village gathered to offer their prayers.

It was inevitable for them to do as the Romans did when they passed here. So, Shi Yi decided to follow the local customs, he and Aunt Hong knitted red ropes together for blessings.

“You are so foolish to consume so many red lotus fruits at once. One is sufficient for a wedding. Thankfully, you are alright.”

Shi Yi remarked, momentarily puzzled, and asked, “What is the red lotus fruit?”

Aunt Hong didn’t anticipate that he was unaware of it. She thought that perhaps his parents had passed away early, and no one had informed him about it, so she went on to explain in detail.

She gazed at the faint red lotus mark on his forehead and explained, “If you have a light red lotus mark on your forehead, the waves of passion will be stronger, making it challenging to conceive a child, and you may never have one. Those with prominent red lotus marks experience milder passion wave, making it easier to conceive a child.”

“There’s also a type of shuanger without a red lotus mark on their forehead, and they don’t experience any passion waves at all. Typically, such shuanger can only conceive a child after taking red lotus fruit, and they will display signs of passion. However, they cannot conceive naturally,” Aunt Hong furrowed her brows and sighed, “The government mandates that these shuangers are relegated to a lowly status and made to work as government-sanctioned prostitutes. Originally, shuanger like you would have been forced into that profession, but later, due to the scarcity of such shuangers, the policy was relaxed. Nonetheless, because there are so few shuangers born without a red lotus mark, they are even less significant, perhaps one in a hundred.”

Upon hearing this, Shi Yi was thoroughly taken aback. He had assumed that Pei Xing, the old pervert, had acquired some sort of aphrodisiac, but he never expected to find himself in the midst of a real, albeit bizarre, spring. He felt like he had seen a ghost.

The only comfort he had now was that he couldn’t conceive.

Thinking about the red lotus fruits that Pei Xing had Zhouzhou gave him, Shi Yi sneered inwardly, fervently hoping that this absurd fruit wouldn’t end up in his hands.

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After nightfall, the group of them had dinner, and one of them went out carrying a red blessing rope.

Beneath the bright moonlight, they followed the villagers to the foot of the mountain. There, a round platform of stone pillars stood about a meter high, adorned with inscriptions that Shi Yi couldn’t comprehend. The round platform covered an area of more than fifty square meters.

Behind the stone pillars, there was a steep mountain wall etched with imposing and towering stone figures of mythical creatures with human faces and animal bodies, resembling sheep.

After some time, candlelight illuminated the surroundings.

The village chief and several elderly villagers gathered around the round platform and stone pillars to perform rituals and sing. Three middle-aged men played drums and musical instruments nearby, with one of them appearing to be Chu Nan.

Shi Yi scanned the crowd and spotted a young shuanger named Zhouzhou standing in the inner circle, gazing at his man with bright eyes and a smile on his lips.

Chu Nan beat the drum and grinned brightly as he glanced at his young wife.

Observing this scene, Shi Yi chuckled to himself, thinking that their relationship had improved, and he didn’t mind letting the two of them experience the effects of the eight red lotus fruits.

“Are you tired?” Pei Xing held Xiao Liu with one hand and Shi Yi’s waist with the other, concerned that he might be too exhausted.

He had made a mistake. While the experience had been wonderful, he genuinely worried about Shi Yi’s well-being, particularly on the last day when Shi Yi was crying so hard.

When Shi Yi heard his voice, his legs turned so weak that he almost buckled.

Seeing his weakness, Pei Xing promptly handed Xiao Liu over to Aunt Hong to take care of him. He cradled Shi Yi in his arms and whispered in his ear, “Rest in my arms for a while.”

Shi Yi raised his little face, rolled his eyes at him, and leaned against him obediently.

He was truly tired, but this man seemed to have endless stamina.

The sacrifice continued, and when the music reached its most passionate part, several young women chosen by the village, dressed in pure white attire, began to dance.

The entire process lasted for less than half an hour. Once completed, all the villagers prostrated and worshiped under the guidance of the village chief.

Subsequently, each family took their turn to approach and hand over their red ropes to the chosen dancers, who then tied them reverently to the old branch in front of the thousand-year-old stone elephant.

When it was their turn to go up, the young lady receiving his red rope casted a quick flash of contempt and disgust in her eyes. Shi Yi thought he had seen it incorrectly and couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

This young woman had the sort of innocent and pure appearance that could easily elicit a man’s protective instincts. Despite her petite figure, she possessed an exquisite charm.

Shi Yi wondered why he hadn’t seen her before?

He thought perhaps he was mistaken or had seen something incorrectly.

After everyone had finished their prayers, each family dispersed on their own, and Pei Xing carried him back directly.

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A few days after the sacrifice, the village began its autumn harvest.

When Chu Nan came to discuss this year’s autumn harvest with Pei Xing, including who they would ask for assistance, he realized that Pei Xing actually owned two hundred acres of land.

Chu Nan, being his tenant, usually helped take care of these fields.

Shi Yi couldn’t contribute to this work, so he assisted Aunt Hong and Zhouzhou with cooking.

While chatting with Zhouzhou, Shi Yi learned that Chu Nan was the only child in his family. His mother had passed away when he was young, leaving only an elderly father who worked as a carpenter. When he wasn’t selling goods, Chu Nan would stay at home with his father and help villagers craft furniture.

Shi Yi had never prepared a large pot of rice. In previous years, Aunt Hong had cooked a big pot of cold noodles and stewed a big pot of pork soup so that everyone could have as much noodles as they wanted.

However, Shi Yi felt that serving mere cold saltwater noodles and pork soup was too little for the workers.

So, he took pork belly, mushrooms, yellow chrysanthemums, and some dried mushrooms to prepare three large pots of marinade. He also remembered that Pei Xing had half a goat left from a recent hunting trip, which he used to make another hearty soup.

Shi Yi then headed to the backyard icehouse to fetch some ice and strawberries.

Since he happened to have peaches and rock sugar at home, he boiled five large barrels of juice and allowed it to cool. He added some ice to the barrels to create iced juice for those who had finished their work to enjoy.

Aunt Hong observed him doing these tasks but didn’t comment.

Zhouzhou looked at the preparations, glanced at Shi Yi, and asked in a hushed tone, “Isn’t this too much?”

Shi Yi touched his head, feeling uncertain, and replied, “Is it too much? After all, there are twenty-five people here.”

Zhouzhou pursed his lips and remained silent for a while.

In truth, he wanted to say that it was more than generous, as a single meat dish would have sufficed. Their noodles were made with fine wheat flour, without any mixture of lesser quality grains. Ordinary farmers might never have had the opportunity to taste such fine white flour noodles in their lives, as they couldn’t afford it. Furthermore, stewing pork soup was a luxury for rural people, who usually only had meat during the Chinese New Year.

Chu Nan personally hunted all the meat for his family from the mountains, and when he had an excess, he sold it to the villagers at a low price.

Shi Yi didn’t comprehend this reality; he simply cooked based on modern sensibilities and felt that he might not be treating the others well.

He had encountered Pei Xing shortly after his arrival and had been well-cared for ever since. He hadn’t experienced much hardship. He enjoyed fine rice and white flour every day, without any knowledge of the suffering ordinary people endured due to the border wars.

He didn’t know the harsh living poor people had, except that the original body was sold by blackhearted relatives.