Farm Gate's Eldest Sister: Female Special Forces Soldier Relies on Farming to Rise Against the Odds

Qiu Yan, a modern female soldier, unfortunately transmigrated into the body of the short-lived 'Qiu Yan' during a mission, whose life was full of misfortunes.

As a child, her mother d...

Chapter 210 is so brutal it'll make you want to vomit blood.

For months, Qiu Dazhi has been forced to accept Qiu Yan's formidable abilities.

It wouldn't do him any good to continue being Qiu Yan's enemy.

Of course, he always believed that he would one day pass the imperial examination with flying colors, while Qiu Yan, no matter how capable she was, was ultimately just a businesswoman.

“Du Changjun, you’re only half right.”

I am beautiful, but my heart is not kind.

"I told you, if I don't have money, I'll work to make up for it!" Qiu Yan thought that Du Changjun had something wrong with his head.

He knew perfectly well that she disliked Qiu Dazhi, but he remained incorrigible and insisted on bringing the man along when he came.

Is he still destined to be abused? Du Changjun felt like dying.

He wouldn't be here if he wasn't afraid of becoming the laughingstock of Quanlu Ming.

Suddenly, a young man rushed in from outside the door.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he knelt down in front of Qiu Yan, his forehead touching the ground, and said, "Gao Chong thanks Sister Qiu for saving my father!"

Gao Chong's action drew the attention of several people in the courtyard, who all turned to look at him simultaneously.

This scene was quite sudden.

Du Changjun was filled with anger as soon as he saw Gao Chong. He quoted Qiu Yan and said, "I was just thinking of looking for you, but you delivered yourself to my door first."

"Thank you for saving my father; mere thanks won't suffice." With that, he spread out his hands. "The consultation fee is two hundred taels! Pay up."

Gao Chong blushed slightly, "I have no money."

"No money?" Du Changjun... he was about to vomit blood.

Didn't we still have one hundred silver notes yesterday?

This morning, as soon as Manager Gao woke up, Gao Chong couldn't wait to go to the clinic and exchange all his hundred taels of silver notes for precious tonics, including ginseng.

For this, his father gave him a good scolding, saying that he didn't know how to manage a household.

"Get up!" Qiu Yan pulled Gao Chong up with one hand, then looked at Du Changjun beside her. "Don't thank me, thank him!"

Gao Chong stood up, about to express his gratitude, but was met with a resentful look from Du Changjun, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

When he saw Qiu Xu come out again, leaning against the door frame, he forced a smile.

Then, he quickly got up and ran out of the yard in a flash.

"Wait!" Du Changjun got up and chased after him, but Gao Chong was nowhere to be seen outside the courtyard gate.

Seeing that Qiu Yan wouldn't budge, he gave in. "How long will you keep going?"

Since Qiu Yan wanted to vent her anger, he would let her do so.

Qiu Yan looked at Qiu Dayu and asked intentionally, "Uncle, how much do our delivery guys get paid? How long does it take to earn two hundred taels of silver?"

Qiu Dayu looked away from the courtyard gate and listened for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Two taels of silver a month, with an extra half tael each for the cold winter months of winter and twelfth lunar month. Our delivery wages are among the highest in the entire Baiyang City."

Thanks to his niece, Qiu Dayu now has money in his pocket and can hold his head high when he returns to the village.

Not only that, he was also in no way inferior to his fourth brother.

It should be said that the fourth brother is not as good as him.

"Two taels a month?" How long would that take? Du Changjun felt as if a million ants were gnawing at his heart, leaving him with a very unpleasant feeling.

He rubbed his fingers together, muttering to himself, "Twenty-four taels a year... no, twenty-five taels, two hundred taels is needed..."

Qiu Dazhi also started doing math problems.

Before the calculation could be completed, two voices rang out simultaneously: "Eight years."

It is Qiu Xu and Qiu Dayu.

Qiu Dayu felt a little proud; the math skills Xiaoyan taught him were indeed very useful.

Qiu Dazhi's cheeks felt hot and burning. He looked at his fifth brother carefully, hardly believing his ears.

My eldest nephew is one thing, but now he's actually lost to my good-for-nothing fifth brother?