"If you try to stop them when they arrive, it will only delay your farming. So you should tell them in advance that the knife in my hand is very sharp."
Hu San stopped talking. He didn't quite understand what he was hearing, but he stood up, grabbed the rice seedlings that had been trampled and floated up near the edge of the field, and bent down to replant them one by one into the field.
Qin Ze waved his hand, and two soldiers walked towards Jin Fengluan.
Jin Fengluan panicked and kept shouting, "What are you doing! What are you doing!"
"I am the emperor, even in death I will not..."
Qin Ze frowned and interrupted, "Come on, give her a knife and let her kill herself."
As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier drew a knife and handed it to Jin Fengluan.
Upon seeing the knife being handed to him, Jin Fengluan's pupils contracted, and his body trembled like a leaf.
"Catch the knife! At this point, aren't you going to atone with your death?" Qin Ze shouted.
"Catch it!" The soldier glared at Jin Fengluan and urged her on.
Jin Fengluan panicked and kept retreating until she reached the edge of the field.
To slit one's own throat with a knife? That's unacceptable! Nobody could bear that!
Just thinking about it was enough to send chills down her spine, and she quickly looked at Qin Ze.
Qin Ze was also glaring at her: "What? You don't dare to commit suicide? Do you want me to help you?" As he spoke, he walked towards Jin Fengluan.
"No! No!!" Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam. Jin Fengluan leaned back and collapsed onto the edge of the field, wailing uncontrollably.
Qin Ze, who had walked up to him, suddenly burst into laughter: "I knew you wouldn't dare to die."
"However, I never intended to take your life today."
“But…” He craned his neck, staring intently at Jin Fengluan, a cold smile on his face.
Seeing that devilish smile, Jin Fengluan covered her face and let out an even louder wail.
"Hahaha!"
Qin Ze straightened up and burst into laughter. Amidst the laughter, Qin Ze waved his hand and said, "Come on, replant all the rice seedlings that have been knocked over in these fields."
After saying that, the soldiers rolled up their trouser legs and began to work quickly.
Qin Ze looked at Hu San, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Old man, thank you for stopping this woman."
Hu San was flattered and hurriedly waved his hand.
Qin Ze then said in a deep voice, "I assure you, as long as I am here, no one will ever force you again."
"Of course, you also always have the right to say 'it's backwards'."
"treasure!"
Without another word, Qin Ze mounted his horse, and two soldiers grabbed the wailing Jin Fengluan from the ground and immediately left.
The soldiers were quick and efficient, and soon they were all ready. They then mounted their horses and rode away, while Hu San stood somewhat dazed in the paddy field.
After they had all left, Hu San trudged along the edge of the field, his steps uneven.
Looking up at the sky, the sun was still blazing brightly in the clear blue sky. Hu San glanced at it and then lowered his head, muttering, "I'm not an old man, I'm not even forty yet."
Just as he was about to step onto the ridge of the field, Hu San frowned and grimaced.
"Damn it! Did I step on a broken kettle? How did it end up here?!"
Before he could even lift his foot, a figure rushed over – it was his son, who had been chased away earlier.
"Dad! Are you alright?" His son rushed over anxiously. It turned out that he hadn't gone home, but had been hiding under the ridge of a field not far away.
“Very well,” Hu San replied sullenly, then added, “I smashed my kettle, and it fell into Wang Ziqiang’s field. I have to retrieve these pottery shards.” He pointed to the adjacent field.
"Oh, let's go home first, Dad. We'll talk about it later." The son was still shaken and just wanted to get home as soon as possible.
Hu Sangang lifted his foot to check if the sole of his foot had been cut. Fortunately, there was no injury. He then squatted down and felt for the mud beneath the murky water, saying:
"After we finish fishing and go home, we can't put off what needs to be done right now."
The son had no other choice but to carefully go down into the field.
But as soon as he landed, a gasp rang out from the side: "What, what is this object?!"
The son quickly turned his head to look.
Under the blazing sun, Hu San, whom Jin Fengluan called a lowly peasant slave, stood soaking wet in the paddy field, his back still bent as if he could never straighten up.
In his thin, dark hands, which resembled withered claws, he clutched a square piece of jade that, though stained with mud, still appeared lustrous and smooth.
What is he? Hu San, who has farmed all his life—
They do not recognize it.
After fiddling with it for a while, he placed it on the edge of the field.
A gentle breeze was blowing, and Hu San turned his head to look at the paddy field, where the rice seedlings, which had recovered their neatness, were swaying slightly.
"They should be ripe by the end of September or the beginning of October," Hu San said with a smile.
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