"With enough grain reserves, we can last until the autumn harvest if we don't launch a major military campaign."

The two walked slowly along the ridge of the field. The spring breeze rustled the wheat, and the fragrance of green grass mingled with the scent of earth.

"Did those old farmers come looking for you on their own?" Zhao Muyun asked.

“Yes.” Bai Ruolan nodded. “Since my husband asked me to manage the medicinal herb garden and the women’s medical camp, farmers often come here when they are sick.”

"Gradually, she even started asking about farming matters—in fact, all that I know is what my husband has taught me in bits and pieces on a daily basis."

She turned her head to look at him: "My husband has a wealth of knowledge, including farming, craftsmanship, military strategy, and medicine... He's not afraid of being overwhelmed."

“Therefore, I need you to share the burden.” Zhao Muyun smiled. “Ruolan is skilled in commerce, agriculture, and medicine; Yao’er is knowledgeable in literature, etiquette, and music; and Xue’er is proficient in riding, archery, and horse administration. As the Grand Commander, I truly rely on the great assistance of these three ladies.”

Bai Ruolan blushed slightly and lightly punched him: "You're such a chatterbox."

But the smile in his eyes ran deep.

When we arrived at the old locust tree at the edge of the field, we found a blue cloth spread out in the shade, with food boxes laid out.

Personal guards were stationed at a distance.

The food box was simple: two pancakes, a dish of pickles, two boiled eggs, and a can of millet porridge.

Bai Ruolan served him a bowl of porridge, saying, "It's simple; we'll make it up when we get back to the manor."

Zhao Muyun took the drink and took a big gulp: "Very good."

The hot porridge instantly relieved my fatigue.

Before me stretched a sea of ​​green wheat, and beside me lay my gentle wife, as if I had stolen a moment of peace in a chaotic world.

"Ruolan," he suddenly said, "when the world is at peace, let's find a place like this, build a few houses, and cultivate a few acres of land. We'll watch the sunrise in the morning, count the stars at night, plant in spring and harvest in autumn, living a life different from the world."

Bai Ruolan gazed at him quietly, reaching out to brush the grass from his shoulder: "Then Yao'er, Xue'er, and I will accompany our husband to work at sunrise and rest at sunset."

"Don't you feel lonely?"

"Home is wherever my husband is," she whispered. "But... can things truly be peaceful?"

Zhao Muyun gazed at the city of Xijing, which appeared hazy and indistinct in the afternoon sunlight.

“Yes,” he said, “but we must first finish the battles that need to be fought and kill all those who deserve to be killed.”

Bai Ruolan said nothing more and gently leaned on his shoulder.

The wind rustles through the wheat fields, its sound like a whispered lament.

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