"Guan Yue, I give you five days to find the murderer who killed Qian Dazhi! You must also recover the lost property of the Qian family. Otherwise, you will be beheaded!"
Cai Kuo gave the order and left the ruins of Qian's mansion.
Guan Yue slowly rose from the ground. The coroner approached him and said, "Qian Dazhi clearly killed himself. How could there be a murderer? What's the purpose of this, County Magistrate?"
"Old Wu, the last sentence of what the master said is the key point."
Coroner Old Wu pondered for a moment, and seemed to understand something, but he didn't quite understand. Just as he was about to ask for clarification, he discovered that Guan Yue was no longer there.
*
At the Xue family, the family sat around the table eating breakfast.
Fragrant salted duck eggs, cute and miniature dumplings, golden and crispy chive boxes, and the staple food is a pot of thick white porridge cooked over an open fire.
The side dishes are fried eggs with Chinese toon and a plate of pickled shredded radish.
The table was filled with delicious food.
After breakfast, Xue Yao put on his backpack and went to school. Xue's mother embroidered and Xue Jun helped her.
Xue Huan took Pei Ji to work in the fields.
The Xue family is a hunter family, and their main occupation is hunting, but they also have a few acres of land where they grow rice and wheat, so they don't have to buy food outside.
It's not long since the beginning of spring, and a soft drizzle just fell this morning. It's a perfect time to go out and loosen the soil, weed, etc.
The wheat was planted last winter and has now sprouted. What we need to do now is to water, fertilize and weed regularly to allow the wheat seedlings to grow healthily.
In this era, there were naturally no fertilizers such as urea fertilizers. All the fertilizers used were pure natural artificial fertilizers, that is, manure water.
That smell is really intoxicating.
Whenever villagers carried manure across the ridge of the field, Xue Huan would hold her breath tightly, and then bury herself in Pei Ji's arms as if he were a human isolator.
She certainly wasn't taking advantage of him, but since he was so tall, wouldn't it be a waste not to use it to block it?
Since she really couldn't bear to use the manure, Xue Huan thought of using spiritual spring water instead.
Lingquan has the function of promoting growth. How can ordinary manure compare with Lingquan?
When they arrived at their own wheat field, Xue Huan handed the tasks of weeding and carrying water to Pei Ji, and called it playing games.
It would be a waste to use free labor, and she also discovered that although Pei Ji had lost his memory, he was still quite strong and a good worker.
Although it is a bit of a waste to let such a handsome man work in the fields, no matter how handsome a man is, he cannot be eaten.
Xue Huan first demonstrated to Pei Ji how to weed. She was quite adept at this job. After all, in modern times, she was often dragged to the fields by her grandfather to plant vegetables and weed.
"Do you understand? Come and try it." Xue Huan handed the hoe to Pei Ji.
Pei Ji took the hoe and dug directly at the wheat seedlings.
Xue Huan quickly stopped him, "Those are wheat seedlings! I told you to weed, weeds, can't you even tell the difference between weeds and wheat seedlings?"
Pei Ji looked at her innocently. He really couldn't tell the difference. After all, he studied classics, history, and political science. The Taifu had never taught him how to identify crops.
Xue Huan felt tired seeing him like this, so she could only pull him aside and teach him how to carefully identify the difference between wheat seedlings and grass.
Fortunately, Pei Ji was very smart and he often remembered what she taught him after just one reading, saving her a lot of effort and energy.
After teaching Pei Ji how to weed, Xue Huan felt relieved. She only had to follow behind him and pick up the weeds he had weeded and put them in a bag.
From time to time, you can sit down on a small stool and rest for a while.
The job of weeding does not require any technical skills. It only requires physical strength and endurance, and Pei Ji has both of them in abundance. He quickly finished weeding a row of land.
If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it grass. You can't let it work all the time, right? Otherwise, the horse might go on strike.
So Xue Huan waved to Pei Ji, "Akang, come here, drink some water, take a break and then continue playing."
Before going out in the morning, she took a gourd of water and a bag of lasagna so that she could eat it if she was hungry.
Pei Ji put down his hoe and came over. Xue Huan offered him her small stool, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and asked him, "Is it fun?"
Pei Ji looked at her speechlessly. Don’t think he didn’t know that she said she was playing games with him, but in fact she was just using him as labor. Did this woman really think he was a three-year-old child?
He is almost four years old and is not a child who knows nothing.
However, the Grand Tutor had taught him a truth: when you live under someone's eaves, you have to bow your head. Now he lives with her and eats her food, and it is unknown how long he will stay here. If he does not show his value at all, he will probably be despised by her soon.
By then he'll be living on the streets.
So there's nothing wrong with helping her with some work.
What's more, there is delicious food after finishing the work.
Pei Ji sat on a small stool, slightly tilting his head back, letting Xue Huan wipe the sweat off his face, then took the gourd she handed him and drank the water.
This was just ordinary boiled water, but it was sweet and delicious, better than any tea he had ever tasted.
After finishing the drink, Xue Huan handed over the thousand-layer cake.
"Is it delicious?" she asked with a smile.
Pei Ji nodded and ate with relish.
Good-looking people have advantages. Even if he is only wearing gray clothes, sitting on a small stool in the wheat field, and eating ordinary food, he is so pleasing to the eye, as if everything around him becomes poetic and picturesque because of him.
Xue Huan patted his head and said, "If it tastes good, eat more. That way you'll have the energy to work, or rather, play."
Pei Ji ate his pancake silently, without correcting her or trying to avoid her claws. He was really used to it.
The first time I was touched on the head, how dare you! You think you can touch my head?
The second time, you are not allowed to touch me again, otherwise I will, will——
The third time, well, it doesn’t matter anymore, I even enjoy it a little.
This is how people degenerate step by step.
After weeding, Pei Ji took on the task of carrying water. The pond was several hundred meters away from the wheat field, and it took more than ten minutes to walk back and forth. In addition, he had a full load of water on his shoulders. If Xue Huan were to come, she might have to rest for a while after each trip.
But this was no problem at all for Pei Ji. He could carry a load of water and walk very fast, as if it were a piece of cake. Xue Huan couldn't even walk as fast as him.
I had to remind him from behind: "Slow down, slow down, be careful not to spill the water."
Returning to the wheat field, Xue Huan was a little out of breath. She reached her hand into the bucket, and a few drops of spiritual spring water silently sank into the water from her fingertips. She stirred it to allow the spiritual spring water to be fully diluted in the water.
Pei Ji walked in front carrying water, and she followed behind with a watering can to water the wheat seedlings.
The two of them divided the work and finished the job before they knew it.
Xue Huan stretched lazily, looking at the wheat fields that had been refreshed. She felt a surge of accomplishment, as if she could already see the wheat seedlings growing taller and stronger, sprouting ears and producing grains, which would then be threshed and ground into snow-white flour...
Ah, she could almost smell the peculiar aroma of fresh flour mixed with the scent of grass.
"Let's go home." Xue Huan took the small stool and basket, and Pei Ji followed her with a load on his shoulder and a hoe in his hand.
When I got home, I saw a man leaning against the persimmon tree outside the yard with his arms folded and his eyes closed. Who else could it be but Guan Yue?
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