Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1215: Chapter 1214: Unexpected Turn_1 Chapter 1215: Chapter 1214: Unexpected Turn_1 Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but let out a wail and collapsed onto the bed, “By the time the common folk actually get to eat it, that would take years, wouldn’t it?”

Although corn was high-yielding, the seeds that had been brought out initially weighed only ten jin.

Relying on these ten jin to produce enough grain for the common folk to eat would take how many years?

“So shall I write it’ll take five years? Just say something sudden came up and I need to make a trip overseas, and the round trip will take five years, so the Emperor Dowager shouldn’t panic,” Tong Sanlang said.

Qiao Xiaomai “…”

She couldn’t help covering her face, damn, what kind of situation was this.

After Tong Sanlang finished writing the letter, he asked Qiao Xiaomai for two potatoes, then he left the palace under the pretext of visiting the Zhang Family to find Tong Tiehu.

Arriving at the Medical Clinic, he handed Tong Tiehu the letter and the potatoes, demanding that Tong Tiehu hurry back to Anping Village.

In the letter, the excuse he used was that he accidentally discovered the divine object that was the potato, so he set off in pursuit of its homeland; the craving from the Hellflower’s poison would not act up for now, so Yang Wenxiao need not worry.

The letter was written this way, of course, but when the time came, Tong Tiehu and Deng Chun would need to judge the situation and act accordingly.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Tong Tiehu immediately nodded, “Okay.”

“I’ll take your mother back as well.”

She had been fed the water from the Spiritual Spring for many days, but there was still no improvement in Madame Zhang’s eyes.

In such a situation, sending her to the East Sea was impossible. Not sending her might be better; keeping her in Anping Village, blind and unable to cause mischief, wouldn’t disturb Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai’s life.

“What about dad?”

“Let’s leave him here. It’s not very realistic to confine a grown man to a room.” He was giving Tong Xingda one last chance.

If Tong Xingda took the opportunity to stir up trouble, then he should not blame him for being heartless.

“Right,” Tong Sanlang nodded, “act according to the situation when the time comes, various unforeseeable complications might arise in the meantime, master should avoid acting if possible.”

“I understand, you and Xiaomai don’t worry,” Tong Tiehu gave a few more instructions, then hurried off to find Yu Ang.

He needed to say goodbye to Yu Ang.

Tong Tiehu returned to Anping Village to make arrangements, but Qiao Xiaomai’s pressure was still enormous.

She had come up with the move of being a descendant of Liuli and had been quite happy for a while, but now she realized that the most critical link in her plan was failing.

Without the Divine Liquid, she had absolutely no chance of deceiving Yang Wenxiao.

Carrying this pressure, Qiao Xiaomai’s smile diminished greatly over the following days.

On the day of the sacrifice to Heaven, she didn’t accompany Yang Wenxiao; she stayed in the inner palace, listlessly lying in bed and spacing out.

In the past, she had seen many historical dramas on TV, and the most rigid in class hierarchies were those set in the Qing Dynasty, someone demanded a lot from women as well as from courtiers and servants. However, after spending quite a few days with Yang Wenxiao and others here, she felt quite at ease and never felt the oppressive atmosphere depicted in TV dramas.

But she always remembered her current identity.

The insignificant wife of a minor baron, absolutely useless.

Today, with Emperor Yong’an offering sacrifices to Heaven, she could take a day off from cooking since the offerings were used for the ceremony. Around midday, she had the kitchen make her a bowl of noodles, she nibbled a few bites, then lay back on her bed.

She hadn’t slept well in several days, and now, feeling drowsy after the meal, she lay in bed for a while and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Noon, the moment in the day when the yang energy was at its peak, was also the time when Emperor Yong’an conducted the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony.

The water droplet mark on her right wrist suddenly burst into light, a blinding flash ephemeral as a shooting star, vanished in an instant.