As the man watched the girl's pink ear tips gradually turn crimson, his deep pupils surged with a dark, alluring intensity, and even his throat bobbed uncontrollably.

Seeing that the person in front of him seemed to be about to run away, he immediately suppressed all the emotions in his eyes and moved closer to her in a flattering manner, "Hua'er, don't be angry. I was just joking with you. Judging a person's size is actually a habit I formed in the Southern Frontier military camp. It's for killing enemies and has nothing to do with anything else."

"Who's angry?" Su Hua snorted lightly, awkwardly shifting her gaze from the soft couch, then looking at the silver needle pouch in her palm. "Please sit down, I'll administer acupuncture to you now."

This guy has become increasingly arrogant since he learned that the Western Rong will bring the Soul-Severing Festival. If he isn't properly disciplined, he might cause a huge uproar in the future.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Hua'er." The man smiled and obediently rolled up his trouser leg. "If you're still angry, Hua'er, please use a little more force when you insert the needle later, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Su Hua's hand, which was holding the silver needle, paused instantly.

If he hadn't said that, she would have almost forgotten that this man seemed to be born with a body of steel. The acupuncture needles were extremely painful, and most people couldn't bear it. However, he never complained of pain once during the several acupuncture sessions he had given her. He could even chat and laugh with her as if nothing had happened.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Su Hua looked at the buzzing needle tip with a sense of helplessness.

She used almost the maximum force allowed when inserting the needles, and her hand ached from the effort, but the man remained calm and composed.

She even rolled up her sleeves, presenting her two slender arms to him, saying, "If Hua'er is still not satisfied, how about we prick her hands a few more times to vent our anger?"

Not far away, Yu Fengqing stood beside the wooden house, her eyes closed and seemingly lost in thought.

The two men's faces remained calm as usual, but their shoulders trembled involuntarily.

Su Hua looked at the man's wet eyes and her lips twitched. "There are dozens of acupoints on a person's hand. If you randomly insert needles, you can kill someone. When your maternal grandfather comes to find me with a bunch of uncles, they can beat me to a pulp with just one punch each."

“No, Hua’er is so wonderful, your maternal grandfather and uncle will definitely like you.” Xiao Jinhan shook his head and smiled, his sharply defined jawline half-lit and half-shadowed. “Besides, if I could really die at Hua’er’s hands, it would be a blessing in disguise.”

"What do you mean by 'death'!" Su Hua raised her eyes and glared at him, the redness on the tips of her ears fading little by little.

"I never knew that the young general from the southern border was so glib. He pours out sweet words as if they were free. Could it be that he got used to saying them to the woman next to him earlier?"

Upon hearing this, the man was both amused and exasperated. "Hua'er, what are you saying? Even the latrine cleaners in Zhennan Camp are all men. Where would I find a woman to shower me with sweet words!"

"Just because there are no girls in this military camp doesn't mean there aren't any outside of it." Su Hua turned her head away from him, muttering to herself, "Besides, it's said that military camps have permanent tents, and many noblewomen who are implicated by their families are also sent to the military camps, so how can there be no girls?"

The words were somewhat veiled, but Xiao Jinhan was not stupid; she understood their meaning as soon as she finished speaking.

He raised his hand and ruffled the stray hairs on the girl's forehead, his smile deepening. "What's that little head of yours thinking about all day, Hua'er?"

I'm not entirely sure about the specifics of the other military camps and tents, but in the decades since my maternal grandfather took command of the Zhennan Camp, from my maternal grandfather to my maternal uncle, there has never been a military tent or camp prostitutes.

Su Hua blushed slightly upon hearing this.

Actually, she was just curious, or rather, she had been curious for a long time. He was top-notch in terms of background, appearance, and character, yet he had never had any women around him all these years.

Especially during the reign of Yu the Great, most men got married at fifteen or sixteen, and wealthy families would start preparing for marriage as early as twelve or thirteen. He is almost nineteen now, isn't the Prince Gong's Mansion in a hurry?

After all, his mother, Yu Heng, was the apple of Prince Gong's eye. After Yu Heng passed away, Prince Gong's family would naturally cherish him, their only bloodline, even more. How could this marriage be delayed until now?

Seeing her suddenly fall silent, Xiao Jinhan couldn't help but reach out and grasp her hand, pressing it against his chest. "Over the years in the army, I've always been thinking about making a name for myself. I've never cared about matters between men and women, especially after being poisoned by the Yellow Springs Poison. I haven't had any of those messy thoughts at all."

It wasn't until we met Hua'er that this place gradually came back to life.

If one day I change my mind, Hua'er can simply rip my heart out.

"What would I do with your heart?" Su Hua smiled gently, feeling the pounding of her heart beneath her fist. Her smile faded slightly. "Life is too long. If one day you find someone else here, just tell me. There's no need to dig out your heart and lungs; that's too cruel."

Having said that, she broke free from the man's grasp, pointed to the ceramic basin on the ground, and said, "Actually, I came here today for two reasons: first, to receive acupuncture treatment, and second, to discuss something with Zichen."

Xiao Jinhan stared at his suddenly empty palm, the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment, and then a dense wave of heartache surged up. She was clearly so close, yet sometimes, he could clearly see the thorns standing up beside her.

The man gently curled his fingertips, pressing the lingering warmth from his fingertips back into his palm. He looked up and followed the direction she pointed, and saw a pot of thriving vines. The long vines resembled emerald ribbons, with palm-sized leaves hanging from them. The leaves were tender and lush, a delightful sight. In the setting sun, the serrated edges of the leaves were even visible.

She immediately raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Hua'er's sweet potato is growing very well."

He had seen these sweet potato vines before, behind the Su family's courtyard, and even in the neighboring Wangjia Village, Zaozhuang, 180 acres of land were planted entirely with sweet potatoes, so he recognized them at a glance.

Su Hua pursed her lips, her almond-shaped eyes showing more concern. "Zichen, do you know how the sweet potato yield is?"

"I don't know. If Hua'er hadn't planted sweet potatoes, I probably wouldn't even have heard of what sweet potatoes are." The man shook his head.

I couldn't help but recall the large basket of sweet potatoes she carried on her back when she came down from Fuhu Mountain this morning.

Among them, the large ones are about the size of pomelos, and the small ones are about the size of a fist. A full basket carried on the back weighs several hundred kilograms.

Production shouldn't be too low.

Upon hearing the sound, Su Hua picked up a small shovel from the wall and loosened the soil in the earthenware pot. She then lifted the pot and turned it over, causing the sweet potatoes to roll onto the ground with the soil.

Roughly counting them, there were about twenty or thirty.

Each one is the size of an adult male's fist.

Xiao Jinhan was taken aback. Immediately, he picked up a sweet potato and weighed it in his hand. A look of surprise flashed in his deep eyes. The sweet potato didn't look very big, but it weighed about two pounds.

One weighs two jin, so twenty or thirty of them on the ground would weigh fifty or sixty jin.

This broken ceramic pot can grow fifty or sixty kilograms of sweet potatoes. How much would that be per acre?