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Marry the farmer.
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What? You've become an ugly, sick and infamous village girl? I'm not afraid, I've got my husband, Slate. What? What? Being counted down to hell? I've worked hard for more than ten years and I've returned to the pre-liberation era. I'm not afraid of my husband, Slate. We are living a leisurely life in a mountainous area with a few acres of land. We have a small farm by Kyoto and we don't think about anything. We're in hell? It's okay, Slate knows how to farm, so we'll grow rice, plant rice, and go on with our lives.