Exiled to Lingnan, the Crown Prince's wife raises children, cultivates the land, and leads the

"I don't want Uncle Beard to leave."

Jin Yun'an pursed her lips and pouted. At the mention of Uncle Beard, her eyes reddened, and her voice choked with emotion: "I want to ride a big horse, fly high, and Uncle Beard will even weave me pretty little grasshoppers and bamboo dragonflies..."

"Waaaah~"

Jin Yun'an's emotions instantly crumbled again.

"Grandpa will make it for you."

Marquis Zhongyong picked up the little girl and sat her on his lap, saying, "Grandpa can also make bamboo dragonflies and spinning tops!"

Jin Yun'an's crying stopped abruptly, her attention immediately diverted.

Cheng Qiqi watched as her daughter was being coaxed by the Marquis of Zhongyong, and she lowered her eyes. Perhaps it was because her daughter had never had a father since she was a child and had never felt fatherly love.

……

Children forget things easily. At first, Jin Yun'an cried, but later she started to look forward to Uncle Beard coming back every day.

Cheng Qiqi couldn't bear to tell her daughter that Heitu and the others wouldn't be back until at least the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was still five months away.

After Heitu and the others left, Guihuali Village officially began its spring planting season.

They relied solely on oxen to plow the fields. Those without oxen relied on hoes to till the land piece by piece, from dawn till dusk. Not only the men of the Jin family, but all the men in the village worked in the fields.

Zhuang Haichao, who used to come to our house every day, hasn't come anymore. He's probably too tired... he can't even walk anymore?

Not only men, but also many women work in the fields. The men go to the fields at dawn and don't leave until dark, when they return home with their hoes!

We ate breakfast and lunch in the fields.

The Jin family also made urgent adjustments. Cheng Qiqi and Wen Shi were in charge of feeding the whole family. Liu Suyi, Li Shi, Meng Jingyao, and Lin Huilan spent their mornings embroidering screens at home, and their afternoons delivering mung bean soup, sweet soup, and steamed buns to the Jin family in the fields.

Fortunately, after Gao Shenglan gave birth to her son, Master Jin treated them to two meals in a row, and with Heitu's hunting trip, they were well-fed!

In these busy days, everyone is exhausted.

"It smells so good."

After Jin Yanzhi finished eating and drinking, he lay down on the bamboo chair. And you know what? The craftsmen in the village were really skilled. The bamboo they cut from the mountain was woven into a bamboo chair that was incredibly comfortable to sit on.

"Yanzhi, you're wrong, it's really tiring."

Jin Lizhi sat down next to him, feeling pain all over his body, especially in his fingers!

"I feel even worse off than chopping camphor trees!"

Jin Runzhi had just become a father. He worked during the day and came home at night to see his son. He was happy, but even so, he was exhausted.

Jin Runzhi held out his hand: "Luckily, I had the medicine my sister-in-law gave me, otherwise, my hand..."

The blisters kept appearing and bursting, and now they're all calluses.

"Me too, not to mention my hands, my feet hurt from standing too."

Jin Mingzhi, the youngest, had his face scrunched up in a grimace as he said, "I heard them say that tilling the soil isn't the hardest part; transplanting rice seedlings is the hardest!"

"I've seen it before in the village, when they were planting rice, they couldn't even straighten their backs."

Jin Lizhi recalled watching the tenant farmers farm in the past and sighed, "It's really not easy!"

Now, it's not so easy for them to be affected.

He truly didn't understand that this was more than just difficult!

Everyone chattered amongst themselves, finally turning to Jin Yanzhi and asking, "Yanzhi, how about we skip our practice tomorrow morning?"

They would start practicing their skills at 3:45 AM, then go to work in the fields after half an hour.

His arms and legs no longer belonged to him.

Jin Yanzhi sat up straight, looked at his brothers, and said, "Brothers, you don't want my master to come back and complain about our poor martial arts skills, do you?"

"That……"

The group looked at each other, and finally stammered, "It's not like a little more time will make a difference, is it? Why don't we come back after the spring planting?"

"That won't work."

Jin Yanzhi refused decisively, sitting up straight and saying, "Practicing martial arts requires perseverance. How can the men of the Jin family not know martial arts?"

Looking at Jin Yanzhi's righteous and indignant demeanor, the Jin brothers thought: You used to be a spoiled brat who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun!

Aren't you tired?

Jin Lizhi and Jin Yanzhi were the closest of friends. They used to sell sauerkraut porridge together, and he felt that Jin Yanzhi had inexhaustible energy every day.

They're not that many years apart, are they?

"I'm so tired, I just need a good night's sleep."

Jin Yanzhi grinned and said, "Besides, my sister-in-law made steamed buns this morning, paired with pickled cabbage, and then a sip of porridge—it's so delicious!"

Jin Yanzhi counted on his fingers: "For lunch, my sister-in-law made braised pork with radish, served with rice. It was so delicious!"

"My sister-in-law made mung bean soup this afternoon; it's sweet and delicious."

"We can still have stir-fried meat and vegetables for dinner."

"Where are you tired?"

Jin Yanzhi felt that this was the kind of life a human being should be living!

Unlike before, when my mother would cook perfectly good meat, but it would turn out with a fishy smell, which was truly bitter!

My body is suffering, and my heart is suffering too!

I'm tired now, but at least I'm full, and that makes me happy!

If my sister-in-law's cooking were...

I wish I could eat like this for the rest of my life.

Jin Yanzhi's gaze drifted to Cheng Qiqi, who was leading her little niece back to her room. Unfortunately, he could only watch from afar. When would his sister-in-law finally treat him like a man?

Jin Yanzhi extended his hand and said, "Lizhi, shall we arm wrestle?"

"..."

Jin Lizhi refused outright. He was so tired he could hardly breathe, why would he bother with arm wrestling?

"Cizhi, come here."

Jin Yanzhi rolled up his sleeves and tried them one by one, refusing each one. Just as Jin Mingzhi was about to refuse, Jin Yanzhi said, "Mingzhi, you're not afraid of losing to me, are you?"

Jin Mingzhi: "I'm not afraid at all!"

……

A month later, the weather became hot. The rice seedlings in the field were planted neatly. In a few months, those small seedlings would grow into heavy grains.

Planting sugarcane in the fields is much easier than planting rice seedlings!

Cheng Qiqi carried the fertile soil to the field, one load at a time.

"Sister-in-law, this soil looks quite fertile. How did you compost it?"

"Why doesn't it smell?"

Jin Yanzhi carried a load of fertile soil on his shoulder. Compared to the village's manure, this was much more comfortable, at least it didn't smell bad.

There are many intricacies involved.

Cheng Qiqi casually used some professional terms, which completely baffled Jin Yanzhi.

In short, it's very impressive.

After Cheng Qiqi painstakingly transported all the fertile soil from the space, she started composting it. The fields and sugarcane fields were in great need of fertilizer.

On her way home, Cheng Qiqi held a stick in her hand and kept tapping and banging on it. It was getting hot, and she was really afraid that a snake might suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Not far along, Cheng Qiqi spotted Song Zhenmei with several women in the distance. Suddenly, Song Zhenmei's voice rang out in a raised tone: "Chen Juhua, you're spewing filth from your mouth! If you can't speak properly, shut your stinking mouth! It stinks!"

Song Zhenmei's voice was originally very high-pitched, but ever since she suddenly ran over and said that Leng Yu wasn't in a hurry to get married, she hadn't seen her.

Did you get into an argument with someone?

Cheng Qiqi paused for a moment, then walked towards home, deciding not to meddle in other people's business.

"What does it matter to you if Qiqi doesn't remarry and insists on observing mourning?"

Song Zhenmei's shrill voice rang out, and Cheng Qiqi stopped in her tracks. Was this related to her?