The School Beauty Became My Live-in Maid to Pay Off Her Debts
Chapter 439 - 438: The Effective Spell

Chapter 439: Chapter 438: The Effective Spell

"Ru Hua, darling, why aren’t you napping in the midday heat?"

"Auntie, I have to run an errand."

Earlier that afternoon, Little Ling Meng took her straw hat, opened the door, and met the neighbor, Auntie, who was heading to the threshing ground.

"Hey, girl, you’ve been busy since the early morning. What’s the matter now? You should really take a break. I can help you with whatever you need."

The neighbor was very enthusiastic, but the task Little Ling Meng needed to do could not be done by others.

"It’s okay, Auntie, I’ll be back soon."

After passing the fervent aunt, Little Ling Meng put on her large wide-brimmed straw hat and walked uphill under the scorching midday sun.

Along the way, she met many villagers who cheerily called her "Ru Hua, darling".

"Darling" is a dialect term for young girls, although Little Ling Meng wasn’t exactly young anymore. But perhaps the villagers were just used to calling her that, or maybe because she indeed looked quite petite.

So petite that it seemed like the large straw hat on her head could swallow her in one gulp.

Little Ling Meng held onto her straw hat, feeling like she resembled Irene from "Witch’s Journey".

Awesome, today I will send a cos photo of Irene to the master.

She danced and chanted spells towards the wheat in the fields that had yet to be harvested, but unfortunately, the magic didn’t work. The golden wheat swayed in the wind and was not harvested by magic.

It seems that this land is a thin world of magic!

Thinking about these somewhat childish things, Little Ling Meng, facing the scorching midday sun, held her straw hat and continued walking towards the high ground inside the village.

Being petite had its benefits, like the shadow cast by the straw hat, which could almost completely shield her tiny body in the cool shade.

Reaching a slightly higher place, she looked out and could see the nearby threshing ground where villagers were collaboratively spreading out the wheat collected in the morning to sun-dry before it would be threshed and winnowed.

If it were mechanized operations, it would not be so troublesome, but this small Ji Family Village hidden deep in the mountains didn’t have such high-tech equipment. There were only a few semi-automatic harvesters; most of the harvesting was still done using the more primitive sickles by the villagers.

Anyhow, the village was small, and the fields were not many, so the villagers could still manage. In bountiful harvest years like this one, they would just need to call in some "wheat guests" from outside to lend a hand.

Every wheat harvest season was the busiest and liveliest time in Ji Family Village. Ji Family villagers working outside would be called back in twos and threes to help harvest the wheat.

Villagers would have to rise before dawn, fill their stomachs with hot breakfast, and wait for the morning light to dry the dew on the wheat, making it a good time to reap the crops.

This morning’s round would be busy until nearly noontime. Today, Little Ling Meng was on the morning shift. Noon was her time to rest a bit, while the non-resting villagers were threshing wheat in the field. By four in the afternoon, when the sun was less harsh, she was back harvesting wheat again, with this round continuing until it was too dark to see.

Speaking of which, this midday sun really could roast a person.

No kidding.

Little Ling Meng stood on the hilltop, fanning herself by opening her shirt a little. But even the breeze was hot, carrying a hint of wheat’s fragrance.

She looked up with her small face towards the nearby cell signal tower, took out her phone, and raised it with both hands towards that direction.

Sure enough, the signal got better.

Little Ling Meng quickly opened the chat with Lin Shuang, selected a photo, found a stock photo of Irene in cosplay, and clicked send.

The photo spun around a few times, and Little Ling Meng also rotated a few times with her phone facing the signal tower.

Finally, it sent!

What else should I say to him...

Master, I miss you so much.

Typed out, then deleted. Should I play a bit hard to get?

Oh! Sister Yixin has completely turned into a bad girl, and Shuishui, that good girl, is now with the master every day, bound to be spoiled by the master eventually! If things go on like this, Little Ling Meng will become the only good child in the entire villa.

Why play hard to get? Charge ahead! She wants to turn bad too! She wants to wear black stockings too!

Hmm? If she remains the only good child wearing white stockings, doesn’t that give her some unique advantage...

Better to turn bad first! Bad women can also wear white stockings and play the good girls, right!

"Master, I miss you so much. Do you miss me?"

Clicking send, this time there was no loading circle, and it was delivered directly to Lin Shuang.

Little Ling Meng hugged her phone to her chest and burst into a cheerful smile.

Since returning to the village these days, this well-behaved disciple’s "daily tribute" hadn’t stopped; in fact, it became even more frequent.

There was no choice, if she wasn’t diligent in making her presence known, Master Lin might get too comfortable in the witches’ tender land and forget about her!

Little Ling Meng pouted, holding her large hat, and looking toward the distant clouds and setting sun, she started dancing and casting spells.

"Mummy mummy hong! Charming Spell!"

Master can’t forget me, Magic Girl Association still needs me to invigorate it!

But does Irene really have such magic as the Charming Spell... Whatever, it must work.

...

[...]

[Memory Fragments have been unlocked]

"Master, Master, wake up!"

When Lin Shuang opened his eyes, he saw a super large wide-brimmed hat swaying along with the girl, and the soft tip of the hat wobbled like a little tail, quite cute.

"So big..."

"You were really muddled in sleep, Master! Your disciple is flat as an airstrip!"

Master Lin’s gaze moved downwards, sweeping over the familiar face and flat plains.

"...Why are you also an airstrip in the dream!"

Can’t you dream a bit bigger!

Named Little Ling Meng, the Magic Girl proudly puffed her chest out, "An airstrip is more convenient for casting magic, Master!"

As her voice fell, Master Lin suddenly felt the earth shake and the whole house sway.

Little Ling Meng was also shaking him continuously, "Master, a witch is attacking us from behind! She’s going to blow up our house! Let me go out and fight her!"

Unexpectedly, Master Lin poked his head out of the window and then found...

Their house was actually flying in the sky! The window had nothing but passing clouds, like cotton candy, and Master Lin even accidentally tasted one, not sweet at all.

There were also a few windmills slowly spinning on the roof, and the wind chimes under the eaves made a clear sound.

Ha! A moving castle!

"Which witch is chasing us?"

Let your master take care of her!

Then a Witch Missile cut through the misty clouds and blasted toward their moving castle.

The castle flying in the air executed an emergency brake, drifting to dodge the missile.

Flying along with the missile... was the witch’s laughter.

Lin Shuang felt this laughter was so familiar!

How can it chase from one dream into another!

...

When he woke up, Lin Shuang looked at his phone which had just received a message from Little Ling Meng.

"Master, I miss you so much. Do you miss me?"

"I miss you so much, I even dream of you."