She Only Cares About Cultivation

What she needed to do was kill every last one of them she could before they returned home, and for those she couldn’t kill, make sure they became infertile.

In early August of that same year, nuclear weapons exploded over Japan; in mid‑month, Japan announced its unconditional surrender.

Among the batches of repatriated surrendered soldiers, all of them carried the "gifts" Yishui had sent out.

After Japan surrendered, the civil war broke out; this was what she least wanted to see, and also what she was powerless to change, because it was mutual slaughter among their own.

But it wasn’t as if she did nothing at all; those who oppressed the common people were all unconditionally, humanely dealt with by her.

The common people were innocent—if you bully them, then what difference is there between you and those Devils everyone spits on?

In her previous life, she died in 1947; in this life, she not only lived to see liberation, she even went to Beijing to attend the founding ceremony, then went on to Heilong River and settled there, because her household registration had been set there before liberation. At thirty, after spending more than half her life running around, she finally calmed down and returned to the fields; the joy in her heart was beyond words.

She would wait here for the complete annihilation of Japan.

It wasn’t until 1953, with the help of the local government, that Yishui found her father; unfortunately, he had already fallen in battle. By coincidence, he was buried in the Martyr Cemetery under construction thirty li from where she had settled.

As for her mother, her whereabouts were unknown, and as for the rest of the family, there was simply nothing to be said.

Because she was certified as a martyr’s family member, the local government settled her in a place under M City in Hei Province called Liujiatun, giving her two mu of land. At this time there were still landlords, but what the government gave her was hers, unless the land reform came later; before that, she could farm it herself. They even helped her build three adobe rooms, so she was completely settled down.

Over the years, the weapons and ammunition, grain, medicine, and such in her space had all been given out; what was left were some tables and benches, a small amount of medicine, and some bedding and clothes and daily items. But she had no intention of using these herself; if she met someone in need in the future, she’d give them away then.

In this home of hers, it could start snowing as early as every October, with at least half the year in winter. Grain could only be planted once a year, mainly corn, sorghum, rice, and soybeans. With many mountains, dense forests, and abundant lakes and water resources, there were plenty of other ways to fill one’s stomach besides farming grain.

The reason she chose the Northeast as home was because she was born here; so‑called fallen leaves returning to their roots—that was probably what it meant. What’s more, the original body’s father was a famous anti‑Japanese general; otherwise, would the country have taken such care of her—giving her land and helping her build a house? Of course, this was also related to her donation of a dozen or twenty gold bars. Though that was less than a tenth of her wealth, for the country at that time, it was extremely precious.

The reason she didn’t donate everything was that she was afraid of causing too big a stir; she didn’t want to attract attention from above. She was going to dedicate it all sooner or later anyway; donating sooner or later was the same. She chose to stay away from right and wrong and chose the rural, because she was tired—after running around for over ten years, she wanted to spend the rest of her days, one person and one dog, living quietly.

She had already declared to the outside world that she was infertile, that she would not marry, and politely refused all well‑meant attempts at matchmaking.

She had only said this because she didn’t want to be disturbed, but she hadn’t expected it to spread into her being called a comfort woman. At that time, people still hadn’t fully walked out of the war’s shadow; there was still a bit of sympathy for her. Perhaps as time went on, she would end up despised. Whether or not you were a martyr’s family member, the gossip you endured would last a lifetime.

She thought it over and in the end didn’t come forward to clear things up, because what she had claimed publicly was too similar to the situation of a comfort woman. Only someone who had come out of that place might lose the ability to bear children, might end up spending a lifetime alone.

Even if she explained, so what? Would anyone listen to her explanation?

Forget it, she’d just live out her life like this; maybe that was a good thing too—at least her life wouldn’t be disturbed.

The reason she had stayed on, in fact, was also because she wanted to witness the extinction of Japan.

As for how the common folk, whose lives were gradually returning to peace, chose to talk about her, she couldn’t be bothered to care. So long as they didn’t jump out in front of her and harass her, that was fine!

At thirty‑three, from the Republic through the New China, Yishui had weathered thirty‑three stormy years. No one knew what she had done, but she herself felt proud of it, because from ’45 onward, Japan would decline year by year, until this generation could no longer reproduce; they would spend the rest of their lives in endless torment and regret.

The Sky’s way turns in cycles—who has Heaven’s grace ever truly spared?

The word "retribution" is absolutely not just for show; it has to be proved through concrete action.

Two mu of land was something Yishui could still handle. After all, she was only in her early thirties. Because her face was too striking, when she went out she always wore a disguised face, hideously ugly. Precisely because she was ugly, and carried the label of a comfort woman, she usually kept to herself, and no one paid her any mind. Her only companion was a stray dog she had picked up.