Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life

A beam of moonlight shone through the broken window onto a woman's pale face.

The woman leaned sideways and looked weakly at the dying baby in her arms.

"Child, Mother can't hold on anymore. Mother has let you down. I couldn't make sure you had a full-term birth. It looks like you can't make it much longer too. Mother will leave first. I will wait for you on the road to the netherworld. Don't be afraid. Mother will always be with you."

She used all her strength to lean over and pecked the baby's forehead with her lips. The corners of her mouth curled into a smile, filled with endless longing. She closed her eyes and lowered her arms. Her head rested on the hay, and tears flowed from the corner of her eyes.

Her chest stopped heaving, and her pale face instantly turned ashen.

The baby seemed to have sensed something and let out a low cry as if he was trying his best to wake his mother up so that the people outside could hear him and save them. Unfortunately, there was no movement.

Perhaps due to the baby's cries, the woman's chest heaved up and down. Her face reddened, but it was still pale.

She slowly opened her eyes. She was confused for only a moment, but her gaze immediately became calm, steady, and wise.

Her body remained in its original state, and her eyes looked around quietly with an unfamiliar gaze.

The Host was already dead. It was a fact. Then, who was this woman?

She was the top student in a famous school in the 21st century. She was cute on the surface but a really tough woman on the inside.

She was also an outstanding agent of a certain organization!

It was nighttime, and this was a woodshed! At this moment, she was lying on a thick layer of straw. The night temperature was about ten degrees Celsius, but there was only a thin blanket on her.

Her body was weak, she was starving, and her lower body felt uncomfortable. What was this?

Just as her gaze was about to shift to the baby in her arms, she felt a headache.

She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lips without making a sound. After a long time, she opened her eyes and revealed an incredulous expression.

Her gaze slowly shifted to the swaddling clothes. Under the moonlight, she saw a baby. His whole body was red, and his skin was wrinkled. He was small, thin, and dry. His breathing was weak, and he looked like he was about to die.

She didn't overthink it and closed her eyes subconsciously. However, she didn't get the result she wanted.

An annoyed expression appeared on her face. She had almost forgotten that she had transmigrated now. She was no longer a top student from a famous university, nor was she a soft and cute girl as everyone said, nor a special agent from an organization.

Speaking of which, it was a little funny. After a mission, she came back just in time for the university's graduation exam. After taking a subject, she was tired, so she lay on the table and napped. Then, she inexplicably came here.

She didn't have the time to think about the original owner of her body, nor did she have the time to think about anything else. The most important thing at the moment was to save this child. It was such a cold night, and they were sleeping in the woodshed. With their current physical conditions, it was really dangerous.

She used to have an interspatial ring on her left ring finger. That was why she wanted to bring her child into that space out of habit.

She raised her left hand under the moonlight and stared at her black, dirty, and wrinkled hand that looked like a chicken claw.

She shifted her gaze to her ring finger and confirmed that there was no ring. She was unwilling to give up and wished she could glare a hole in her ring finger.

What about the interspatial ring? Did she lose it through the transmigration?

Without it, they were dead.

Just as she was about to give up, she noticed a faint pattern on her dark fingers.

At this moment, any mysophobia of hers was gone. She put her ring finger in front of her mouth and spat on it.

Then, she rubbed her finger on the blanket. The old coarse cloth was useful. In a few moments, her fingers, which looked like chicken claws, turned white.

When she reached out her hand again and saw the familiar pattern, as if it was engraved on her finger, she grinned.

Good, old friend, you're still here. The heavens didn't kill her.

She gently kissed the pattern with her lips and thought of the scene when she activated it. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and bit the finger.

Blood gushed out and was absorbed by the patterns.

The blood-sucking pattern flashed. She knew that the ring had been activated.

She quickly picked up the baby with both hands and appeared in her space with a thought.

The space was about the size of an acre. There was a house in the middle, and the rest was filled with large shelves. On them were all kinds of items, row by row, arranged neatly. These were her collections.

Great, they're all here. God, thank you for not cutting her off!

Right now, she was relying on her willpower to support her body. This body was already an arrow at the end of its flight, and the child was the same.

Inside the room was a bed, a wardrobe, a bookshelf, a desk, and all kinds of advanced weapons on the wall.

She ignored everything and gently placed the baby in her arms on the bed. Then, she rummaged through the shelf.

Milk powder, bowls, hot water, and small spoons. She quickly took them and immediately brewed a large bowl of milk, carrying it to the bed.

She took a sip of the milk. It was neither hot nor cold, so she carefully scooped up a spoonful and gently brought it to the little fellow's mouth.

Tilting it, she slowly poured it into his slightly open mouth.

She heaved a sigh of relief as she watched the baby swallow. She was afraid that the premature baby could not swallow, so she fed him little by little.

Newborn babies could not be fed too much. Seeing that it was enough, she drank the rest of the milk in the bowl in one gulp.

The baby seemed to have fallen asleep, and his breathing was normal. She reached out to touch the little guy's forehead, and his temperature was normal!

The temperature of her space was suitable. She hoped that she could survive.

After she was done with the baby, she thought of herself.

She went to the shelf again and found some ready-to-eat food. She sat down on the spot, opened the packaging, and stuffed the food into her mouth desperately, not caring if her hands were dirty.

This body was starving. If it weren't for the fact that she had to take care of the child first, she would have collapsed long ago.

Fortunately, after feeding the child, she drank almost an entire bowl of milk, which gave her some strength to look for food.

When she was half full, she slowed down and sorted out the memories in her brain as she ate.

The original owner was Qiao Mai, and she married into the Tian family of Peach Blossom Village. The Tian family had three sons and one daughter, and they were all married.

Qiao Mai married the youngest son, Tian Sanzhuang. Not long after they got married, Tian Sanzhuang went to serve in the military. When he was around, Qiao Mai's life was better.

Once he left, Qiao Mai had to live a hellish life.

She and Tian Sanzhuang had shared a room to sleep in, but ever since her husband left, she was forced to live in the woodshed by her mother-in-law.

The empty room was given to her eldest grandson, the eldest son of the first branch.

Whether it was winter or summer, she only had that tattered blanket to cover her with. She did not even have a pillow.

She had to get up before dawn, feed the pigs and chickens, and clean the yard. She couldn't eat at the table and could only squat in the yard to drink a bowl of rice or noodle soup.

The rest of the time, she would chop firewood, cut grass, dig wild vegetables, and go to the fields. Fortunately, she did not have to do the kitchen work. Otherwise, she would be worked to death.

It wasn't that the Tian family was kind, but her mother-in-law was afraid she would steal the food. Qiao Mai was treated worse than a servant in the Tian family.

A month after Tian Sanzhuang left, she had morning sickness. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell she was pregnant, but the Tian family pretended not to see it and continued to order her around as usual.

They made her work and also scolded her for no reason, saying that the child in her stomach was a bastard and not Tian Sanzhuang's.

In short, whenever they were angry, they would vent it on her and say whatever was unpleasant.

To protect the child in her stomach, Qiao Mai kept quiet and just worked.