After listening, Shen Xingmian seemed to understand those people's mentality a little better.

What they want most is not necessarily how successful they are, but the ability to trample the people they dislike underfoot.

For the sake of such a goal, what does it matter if the country loses a few cities? What does it matter how many people die?

Anyway, they've already gotten what they wanted.

As for the losses and casualties, they didn't see them; they were far removed from them and had nothing to do with them.

She gained a new understanding of the shamelessness of such people.

"Are those two audacious bastards in the capital, or with Uncle Jiang Yu's father? If they are, should we warn them to be careful?"

Shen Xingmian had a good impression of Uncle Jiang Yu and felt sorry for him because his unrequited love had lasted for many years. She hoped that he would not be harmed by bad people.

"They should be in the capital. They can't cause any trouble there. Now that your grandfather has taken over the northern border, all his plans have fallen through. I wonder how angry he is. There's nothing to worry about."

As for your Uncle Jiang Yu, don't let his kindness towards us fool you. He's quite shrewd with people he doesn't like, and those people can't do anything about him, otherwise they wouldn't have let him grow up like this.

Hmm...

Judging from what my mother said, those people actually tried to kill Uncle Jiang Yu back then, but failed. They were truly heartless.

But hearing her mother say that, she felt much more at ease.

"It seems there's quite a bit of internal strife in the Northern Barbarians, which gives us time to prepare properly. If there's nothing else, I'll go make some weapons. Just call out to me when you need to go out."

Seeing that everyone had nodded, she walked a little further away, so that they could call her and she could concentrate on making weapons.

The weapons in the military camp are all of fixed specifications, in three sizes: large, medium, and small, to make it convenient for people of different heights to choose.

Instead of using iron bricks directly, she brought in some broken knives that were worn out and unusable, and modified them to make them more comfortable to work with.

After only a short while, she had already gotten the hang of it and was getting faster and faster.

This immersive experience made her unaware of the passage of time. By the time her powers were depleted, she realized that more than two hours had passed.

The modified knives were already stacked into a wall next to it, which was quite a sight.

She got up and stretched, wanting to check on her family. It had been so long, and no one seemed inclined to go out.

When I went over to take a look, I found everyone busy in the fields, working incredibly hard and proactively.

Shen Xingmian has already planted the land, so no one needs to worry about it. However, the harvesting of various vegetables and fruits still requires someone to do it personally.

Seeing that so many things had grown well, everyone started working with great enthusiasm.

No one felt it was hard work; they were lucky enough to see all sorts of colors in the dead of winter. They just found it novel and interesting, and were full of energy.

Also, they only found out after entering the space that all the ingredients Mianmian had given them before were grown by her with great effort, and they weren't given away for free!

The thought of how they had unknowingly consumed the fruits of Mianmian's labor made everyone feel guilty, and they wanted to work harder to make up for what they had consumed.

Shen Xingmian was unaware of their mindset, assuming they simply enjoyed the idyllic rural life free of insects.

What she loved most about the space was that it was always in its most vibrant season, without anything unpleasant like the chirping of cicadas, the buzzing of crickets, or the buzzing of flies and mosquitoes.

In short, it was wonderful and perfect.

I checked the time; it was already daylight outside. If I didn't go out, the people outside would probably be very worried because they couldn't find my grandfather.

Shen Xingmian cupped her hands around her mouth and said loudly, "Stop busy, let's go out for breakfast!"

Hearing her shout, everyone stopped what they were doing and belatedly realized that it must have been light outside for a while.

Shen Xingmian sorted the picked fruits and vegetables into categories before leading everyone back outside.

Shen Yunqi was guarding the commander's tent. He had been waiting for a long time but they hadn't come out yet, and he was getting a little anxious. However, there was nothing he could do about it, as he had nowhere to look for anyone.

When Shen Xingmian saw her uncle's anxious look, she realized that the space had a significant drawback: the efficiency of communication between the inside and outside was too low.

Unless she frequently goes in and out, information cannot be exchanged at all.

A seed was planted in her heart, and she sincerely hoped that the space could be more considerate and have the function of allowing everyone to freely enter and exit in the next upgrade.

Even if this function requires everyone to be within a few meters of her, it would still be much better than this situation.

Shen Yunqi was ordered to stay outside last night to organize people to guard against the invasion of the Northern Di people. However, he inexplicably fainted. When he woke up, he only saw his niece's hurried departure.

Then I became uncontrollably sleepy and eventually succumbed to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, I went to the door to ask around and found out that she had returned. Only then did I feel at ease.

He waited outside for a long time, but Mianmian didn't come out with anyone. He became more and more anxious, worried that something might have happened to them and they might be stuck inside and unable to get out.

He had calmed down by now, and after his father briefly recounted what had happened, he was immediately filled with lingering fear.

He still feels lingering fear when he thinks about the time he and his son were tortured together and their legs were broken.

If it weren't for Mianmian, even if they were still alive, they would definitely be paralyzed now.

Thinking about all this, he felt that he hadn't been good enough to his precious niece. Even if they were family, he should repay the life-saving grace with all his heart.

He would have to remind his wife and children to pay close attention to Mianmian's needs, and that if she needed anything, they should do everything in their power to make it happen.

...

Shen Xingmian felt her uncle's unusually intense gaze and was a little confused.

Weren't we talking about Jiang Yu's uncle's relatives' treason? Why did we suddenly shift our attention to her?

It's so hard to guess what adults are thinking.

"The amount of food left in the Northern Barbarian army camp is simply not enough for them to stay at the border for long. They will either retreat or fight to the death. We must be prepared."

Mianmian has already done so much; the rest is up to us adults.

Shen Zhiheng spoke seriously, intending to continue preparing for what he had planned beforehand.