"Jiaobao is wonderful!" Qingxuanzi praised with a hearty laugh.
Hearing her master's praise, Rong Jiaojiao became even more energetic. She waved her little hands more joyfully, and her spiritual power became more stable.
As she harvested the rice, she would occasionally turn back to look at Qing Xuanzi, as if waiting for more encouragement.
Qing Xuanzi did not disappoint her. While continuing to harvest the large fields of rice, he would occasionally cast approving glances at her and call out, "Jiaobao, try harvesting the rice ears over there!"
Upon hearing her master's encouragement, Rong Jiaojiao immediately extended her divine sense and successfully harvested several more ears of rice.
Her movements became more and more skillful, and ears of rice fell into her hands. However, her good fortune did not last long, and soon her spiritual power was exhausted again.
The little guy lay listlessly asleep in the wooden pavilion again. Qing Xuanzi didn't stop him because the little guy would rest on his own when he felt tired, and wouldn't exhaust his spiritual energy to the point of having a headache.
Moreover, after resting properly after one's spiritual energy is exhausted, it will slowly increase, which is also a way of cultivating spiritual energy.
However, adults have many concerns and dare not expend so much energy, otherwise, if danger suddenly strikes, there will only be death.
In two days, Qing Xuanzi finished harvesting the rice. She didn't know if the rice in Rong Jiaojiao's treasure had been planted or harvested.
He had no choice but to take out the rice stalks and pour them onto the small courtyard ground, then guided Rong Jiaojiao: "Jiaojiao, do you have any rice stalks? If you do, please take them out, okay?"
This time, Rong Jiaojiao was particularly clever. The moment he finished speaking, she threw out all the rice ears in her little secret realm.
Next came rice straw, enough to fill the whole field, then he clapped his hands and praised, "Baby, awesome!"
Qing Xuanzi...
"You are absolutely amazing."
Resigned to their fate, they cleared away the rice stalks and brought out all the rice ears to dry in the sun.
After drying the rice, Qing Xuanzi dried the corn cobs. He didn't know the specific situation of the drought outside, but according to his calculations, the situation outside was not optimistic.
He thought that he wouldn't thresh the rice and corn; he would let Rong Lianhu hand them over and see how the army would handle them!
This year, the rice he planted in the valley, plus the rice that Rong Jiaojiao brought out, amounted to about 6,000 jin.
There are even more corn cobs; if they weren't peeled, there would be at least 60,000 to 70,000 jin (30,000 to 35,000 kg).
Although this number seems like a lot, for a military unit of several thousand people, it's just a drop in the ocean compared to the amount of porridge they eat.
The harvest at the foot of the mountain is probably not finished yet; it's the lean season. It seems we should go down the mountain.
With that thought in mind, Qing Xuanzi decided to leave after drying the rice for another day.
He used the day to guide Rong Jiaojiao to continue planting food in her treasure. He watched as the little girl harvested the seeds and sat there with a straight face for a long time without making any moves. He didn't know if she had planted the food or not.
"Jiaojiao, have you planted the corn yet?"
Qing Xuanzi couldn't help but ask softly.
Rong Jiaojiao had a tense expression because she was struggling with the weeds in the field that she couldn't pull out.
Whenever she tried to pull the weeds, a barrier would appear around them, preventing her from moving them at all.
Whether it was from expending too much energy or something else, after Qing Xuanzi woke her up, she only had time to say, "Father Xi, sleepy!"
Then she fell fast asleep, completely ignoring her master's questions.
Qing Xuanzi guessed, "They must be tired from farming. It seems they planted both corn and rice."
He thought uncertainly that it would be better if the child were a little older, making communication easier.
Qing Xuanzi looked at Rong Jiaojiao, who was sleeping soundly in the wooden pavilion, and helplessly carried her back to the house.
When Rong Jiaojiao woke up again, she had already forgotten what she was supposed to do.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. On the third day, Qing Xuanzi set off early in the morning with Rong Jiaojiao, heading towards Anyang Town.
On the way, he kept reminding her, "Jiaobao, remember not to take anything out in front of other people, okay?"
Rong Jiaojiao is now one year and seven months old and can understand a lot of words.
For example, simple phrases like "don't take," "don't want," "put away," and "take out."
Qing Xuanzi had always taught her not to show things in front of others or to accept anything, but he didn't know if she had truly understood what he had just said.
Rong Jiaojiao nodded: "Baby, no la, no repair, baby, get rich!"
"Okay, okay, baby won't take it or put it away. Baby is the most obedient. Baby is so great!"
The two chatted back and forth, not caring whether they understood each other's meaning, leaving behind bursts of laughter in the woods.
As Qing Xuanzi led Rong Jiaojiao into the courtyard of Ping'an Town, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, gilding their figures with a faint golden edge.
A wisp of smoke rose from the small courtyard as Fu Ya busied herself in the kitchen, preparing some dry food for her two sons to take back home.
Hearing the sound of the courtyard gate, she walked out to check in confusion. When she saw Rong Jiaojiao in Qing Xuanzi's arms, her eyes froze instantly, and her body trembled slightly, as if she had been struck by an electric current.
"Jiao...Jiaojiao?" Fu Ya's voice was trembling, her eyes filled with disbelief, unable to believe that her beloved daughter, whom she had longed for day and night, was actually standing before her.
When Rong Jiaojiao heard her name called, she looked up and saw Fu Ya. Her eyes lit up instantly, and she waved her little hands excitedly, shouting, "Mommy!"
Fu Ya swayed slightly, tears instantly blurring her vision.
Qing Xuanzi put the little one down and let her go find her mother on her own.
Fu Ya quickly walked over, squatted down, and hugged Rong Jiaojiao tightly, as if afraid that she would suddenly disappear.
Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Jiaojiao, my precious Jiaobao, Mommy has missed you so much..."
Rong Jiaojiao was held tightly in Fu Ya's arms, and she squirmed uncomfortably, patting Fu Ya's shoulder with her little hand: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's embarrassing!"
Her little face scrunched up, clearly not understanding why her mother was crying, but instinctively wanting to comfort her.
Children can't understand the longing of adults at all, and their little mouths are quite a killjoy.
Qing Xuanzi stood aside, watching the mother and daughter reunite. He was feeling quite touched when the little girl said that, and he even felt a little sorry for Fu Ya.
Fu Ya was quite embarrassed by Rong Jiaojiao's words and could no longer cry. She gently wiped away her tears, looked at her daughter's familiar little face, and felt an endless maternal love welling up in her heart: "Jiaojiao, Mom really misses you. You've grown taller and become even more beautiful."
Rong Jiaojiao was most sensitive to compliments, and she accepted them without missing a single word, patting her little chest: "Baby, so tall, so wonderful!"
Qing Xuanzi chuckled and said in a doting tone, "You know how to respond, always picking up on people who praise you."
Fu Ya was so overwhelmed by her adorable appearance that the sudden reunion overwhelmed her with longing. She loosened her grip, kissed her on the cheek, and then picked her up.
Turning to Qing Xuanzi, he asked, "Brother Qing Xuan, why are you back at this time?"
Instead of answering, Qing Xuanzi asked, "How is the harvest this year?"
Fu Ya sighed: "This year, there has been continuous heavy rain and flooding in the north, and many other provinces are also experiencing drought. The situation is more severe than last year."
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