Qin Zhao said, "Let me help you."

"No need!" Jing Li firmly objected. "You've just gotten better, and Mr. Xue asked you to rest more. How can you go out to work? You don't have to worry about me. We can finish it today, really."

Qin Zhao lowered his eyes: "Okay..."

He took Jing Li's hand and felt a small uneven spot on the palm of his hand, which was caused by Jing Li's injury when he worked in the fields before.

The scabbed wound felt a little itchy when touched. Jing Li shrank back but didn't pull his hand away.

Qin Zhao said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Jing Li hooked his arm around Qin Zhao's neck and rubbed his shoulder. "Get better soon so you can come and help me."

All the vegetables in the field had been sold, and Jing Li had also picked the rest that needed to be stored for a long time. Now the field was mostly empty. Qin Zhao went to buy some more vegetables suitable for planting at this time of year, but this time he reduced the amount of seeds by half.

Firstly, his health has not recovered yet, and most of the farm work is done by Jing Li. Qin Zhao is reluctant to let Jing Li do too much work.

Secondly, Linxi Village will start planting wheat in autumn. If they use the land to plant vegetables now, they will miss the best planting date by the time the vegetables are grown.

The two argued several times about whether to grow wheat.

Wheat, unlike vegetables, requires diligent care and a lot of effort. When Qin Zhao rented the land, he had no plans to take the imperial examinations, so he naturally had a lot of free time.

But now there are some troubles.

There are three examinations for Tongsheng: the county examination in February, the prefectural examination in April, and the academy examination in August.

The February county exam was held in the county seat, so the trip wouldn't take much time, so it wasn't a problem. However, April and May were wheat harvest seasons, so Qin Zhao should have already gone to the provincial capital by then.

"You still have me." Jing Li didn't think there was anything wrong with this. "I'm very skilled at farm work now. I'll accompany you to the provincial capital for the exam next April. We'll still have time to harvest when we come back."

In this matter, Qin Zhao was unable to win over Jing Li and had to agree.

"Okay, I really should go out," Jing Li said. "If I don't go now, I won't be able to finish it before dark."

He said so, but he didn't move at all.

Qin Zhao looked at him for a moment, then understood what he meant and pressed him into his arms and kissed him.

After the kiss, Jing Li was satisfied and nimbly broke free from the other's arms: "You just took the medicine, go to sleep for a while, I'll be back when you wake up."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the yard.

Qin Zhao: "..."

This guy is becoming more and more skilled at flirting and then running away.

Jing Li closed the gate, but did not go to the fields. Instead, he walked in the opposite direction.

.

Qin Zhao didn't take a long nap. Recently, he gradually adapted to the properties of the medicine and was no longer always sleepy after taking it.

Jing Li hadn't come back yet, so Qin Zhao went to the yard to wash his face and returned to his bedroom.

There are a few books on the desk.

After Qin Zhao felt better, he contacted the town's bookstore and started copying books again. It was no longer suitable to go up the mountain to collect herbs at this time of year, and this was Qin Zhao's only source of income. He couldn't really rely on his small fish to support his family.

Qin Zhao spread out the paper and started copying it.

Most of the books sent by the bookstore for copying were for next year's imperial examinations. Qin Zhao was copying them while reciting them in his mind.

The amazing thing is that he had never actually heard of some of these books, but after reading them through once, he could recite them fluently in his mind, as if he had known them by heart.

Had he...ever actually read these books?

Perhaps the effects of the Shen Huan Powder were wearing off, as his dreams had become more frequent and increasingly chaotic. Those fragmented memories couldn't yet be connected, but they gave Qin Zhao a vague sense of foreboding.

It was as if... once he really regained those memories, it might cause some trouble.

Qin Zhao put down his pen and pressed his eyebrows.

These could not stop Qin Zhao from continuing his exploration.

He wanted to know what those fragmented past events meant, who he was, and who had made him like this.