SBCEJM -Chapter 224 The Original Hero and Heroine Get the Ultimate Labor Package! Direct Flight by Flying Carpet — Island Vacation Mode Activated!

The moment she felt the arms holding her loosen completely—

Shen Sangsang’s eyes snapped open.

She sprang out of Xiao Zhanfeng’s embrace in one swift motion.

With practiced efficiency, she pulled out the two prop knives stuck in her body, then dusted off her hands, which were smeared with fake blood and dirt.

【Mission accomplished! Time to clock out!】

The man who had played the “bandit leader” walked over, his face overflowing with excitement and gratitude.

“Miss, thank you for the five hundred taels of silver!”

“With this money, the several hundred people in our village will finally have food and necessities for the next few years!”

Shen Sangsang waved casually.

“You earned it.”

Feng Zexuan’s gaze swept across the group.

Their clothes were ragged, their faces worn down by years of hardship.

Her eyes paused on a skinny young boy shielding an even smaller girl behind him, trying to block the blazing sun with his frail body.

The sight inexplicably reminded her of her own brother.

Her lashes trembled slightly.

“Sangsang, exchange some high-yield seeds for them to take back.”

She added lightly, “The seeds are dirt cheap anyway. Hardly costs any points. Let’s just… call it a good deed for the day.”

Shen Sangsang immediately understood.

She walked over to the roadside bushes, pretending to rummage through a bundle while secretly taking out two heavy burlap sacks from her space.

Carrying the bags over, she untied the first one, revealing tiny seeds of all kinds.

“These are fast-growing vegetables—bok choy, water spinach, romaine lettuce…”

“Plant them now, and you can harvest the first batch in twenty days. It’ll help you survive the immediate crisis.”

Then she opened the second sack, exposing plump golden rice seeds inside.

“This is triple-crop rice. As long as the climate cooperates, you can harvest it three times a year.”

“With proper care, yield per mu can reach two thousand jin.”

“Tw-two thousand jin per mu?!”

The lead man’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

He thought he’d misheard.

“M-Miss… are you serious? Th-this is practically divine!”

Even his voice shook with disbelief.

Shen Sangsang nodded solemnly.

“Absolutely true.”

“This stuff is precious, and we don’t have much ourselves.”

“After your first harvest, remember to save enough seeds for next year before distributing the rest among the villagers.”

The man accepted the two astonishingly heavy sacks with trembling hands.

He nodded fiercely, as though swearing a military oath.

“Don’t worry, Miss! We farmers understand that principle!”

“Our hometown was devastated by floods. Not a single grain survived. We thought we’d spend the rest of our lives wandering and begging…”

“We never imagined we’d meet living bodhisattvas like you…”

As he spoke, he actually tried to kneel.

Behind him, the refugees also dropped to their knees in a wave, kowtowing heavily toward Shen Sangsang.

“Thank you, benefactors!”

“We will never forget your great kindness!”

Shen Sangsang hurriedly helped them up.

“Please get up. It was only a small effort.”

Clutching the heavy seed bags, the refugees’ eyes reignited with something they had long lost—

Hope.

“We originally planned to keep heading north in search of abandoned land.”

“But now we have money and miracle seeds. We’re not leaving anymore!”

“Once the floodwaters recede, we’ll return home and rebuild!”

Watching them leave with endless gratitude, Feng Zexuan lowered her gaze to the unconscious original male and female leads still lying on the ground.

“Throw the original hero and heroine into the space too. Let them repay their crimes through labor.”

Shen Sangsang nodded.

With a flick of her thoughts, she stored the unconscious Shen Ruoyun and the Seventh Prince into the space.

Inside the farm space—

The two slowly regained consciousness, still utterly confused.

Then, out of nowhere, a contract glowing with cold blue light appeared in their hands.

After reading the words on the contract, all color drained from Shen Ruoyun’s face.

Labor Term: Fifty Years

The Seventh Prince had it even worse.

Labor Term: Sixty Years

“What?! Sixty years?!”

The Seventh Prince exploded instantly.

He tore the contract to pieces in fury.

“Do you know who I am?! Insolence! Release this prince immediately!”

The next second, the shredded contract automatically reassembled itself in midair.

An extra line of icy blood-red words appeared on it:

【Destroying the contract doubles the electric shock punishment.】

“BZZZT—!”

A thick purple bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the Seventh Prince directly.

He didn’t even have time to scream before his body convulsed violently.

His hair stood straight up, and foam poured from his mouth as he collapsed onto the ground.

Shen Ruoyun was so terrified she clutched her head and shook like a leaf in the wind, not daring to utter a single word.

Feng Zexuan snorted coldly.

“Hah. One gets fifty years, the other sixty. Looks like both of them committed plenty of sins.”

“They can spend the rest of their lives working like beasts of burden in there and finally experience the suffering of ordinary people.”

Even Shen Sangsang clicked her tongue in amazement.

【They’re never getting out in this lifetime.】

【Perfect timing too—the farm space lets us decide where their labor output goes…】

With a thought, she directly assigned all of their production output to this world’s “Disaster Relief Granary.”

Feng Zexuan stretched lazily, feeling refreshed all over.

“Well, we’ve officially gone through the exile route, so the mission progress bar should move now. But…”

A wicked grin curled across her lips.

“For the rest of the journey, we can just ride the flying carpet.”

【Brilliant! So how long until we reach Yazhou?】

“At full speed? Seven hours.”

As she spoke, Feng Zexuan took out the flying carpet.

Shen Sangsang also moved the unconscious Xiao Zhanfeng into the space so he could rest there for now.

Then she comfortably sprawled onto the soft carpet.

“Let’s go!”

The flying carpet rose steadily into the air, turning into an almost invisible streak of light as it sped southward through the clouds toward Yazhou.

Seven hours later, Yazhou appeared beneath them.

Even Feng Zexuan was curious what ancient Hainan looked like.

Viewed from the sky—

It was a vast green oasis embedded in an endless azure sea.

The coastline twisted and curved gracefully, while pure white beaches wrapped around the island like sacred silk ribbons.

Deeper inland stretched huge expanses of untouched primeval jungle.

Lush.

Vibrant.

“Wow! It’s gorgeous! This is literally paradise on earth!”

Shen Sangsang exclaimed in awe.

However, when the flying carpet descended lower and swept across that seemingly prosperous greenery, harsh reality came crashing in.

The salty sea breeze carried the smell of fish and a faint stench of decay.

The so-called Yazhou City was less a city and more a giant impoverished village surrounded by low mud walls.

Scattered thatched huts leaned crookedly.

The walls were cracked and peeling.

The people wore tattered clothes, their faces sallow and thin, their eyes numb like walking corpses.

This was the “barbaric wasteland” officially designated by the imperial court—

The final destination for all exiled prisoners.

Feng Zexuan knew that developing this place’s economy was also a crucial part of supporting the male lead’s career storyline.

Now that they had “completed” the exile journey, the career progress bar had already risen to 40%.

“Need to find a quick solution.”

Feng Zexuan rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

“I have zero interest in personally becoming some infrastructure maniac here.”

She had Shen Sangsang rent an abandoned courtyard in the city.

Then she directly exchanged from the system store all kinds of illustrated manuals and books on improved farming, cultivation, fishing, and livestock breeding techniques.

She also piled the entire courtyard full of superior crop seeds.

After finishing all that, she spent a small amount of points to identify dozens of impoverished but intelligent, educated, and kind-hearted people on the island.

Then she collectively sent them dreams.

In the dreams, a fairy claiming to be the “Messenger of the Sea God” showed them a glorious future of overflowing granaries and seas teeming with fish and shrimp through the use of new techniques.

And she clearly told them where to obtain this divine revelation—

Inside the abandoned courtyard in the southern part of the city.