There were so many people, their spittle was enough to kill Liu Ajiao.
Liu Ajiao really didn't expect that in just a few days, the balance of power between her and Qiao Jingjing would shift so dramatically.
She brought a large group of dozens of people, but they couldn't even reach Qiao Jingjing's toes.
Liu Ajiao thought for a moment, then stood with her hands on her hips at the courtyard gate.
"You think you're so tough? You think you're so tough, huh?"
"Qiao Jingjing, you think you're so high and mighty now? Just wait, you'll be begging me one day!"
Liu Ajiao left with her entourage.
Qiao Jingjing didn't notice anything unusual either.
She is obsessed with agriculture and is completely absorbed in it.
She hadn't interacted with so many ancient people before. After spending three days living and eating with them, studying agriculture together, she found that some of them were quite bright and quick-witted. What was admirable about their quick wit was that the concepts, ideas, and even methods that Qiao Jingjing conveyed to them were from 1800 years ago—very advanced and difficult for them to understand. Yet, they were extremely diligent, reaching for them on tiptoe, even jumping up and down.
Some people truly understand.
These past two days, Qiao Jingjing has been surrounded by a huge crowd in the courtyard. They all look at her with eager eyes and admiration, asking her to impart knowledge and explain theories to them.
Qiao Jingjing thought back to her school days, when only highly respected professors in certain departments received such treatment.
Upon this discovery, she felt both apprehensive and apprehensive.
What merit or ability do I possess?
We must work harder, be more devout, and take agriculture more seriously.
After all, no matter who is in charge, who is the emperor, or who is fighting whom, what ordinary people yearn for is nothing more than a peaceful and prosperous life, a hot meal, and a bountiful harvest.
These people represent the demands of all ordinary people in this era; they are the epitome of all ordinary people.
Finally, it was late at night, and the moon was high in the sky. Qiao Jingjing finally managed to break free from everyone's embrace and said she needed to rest.
Everyone finally realized what was going on and let Qiao Jingjing off the hook.
Qiao Jingjing returned to her room, and Qiao Er stayed there to keep watch.
Qiao Er's face didn't look good.
Qiao Er had never been so formal before. He knelt down in front of Qiao Jingjing with a thud: "Sister, I don't know what grudge you have with that Eighth Miss? But we're helping Magistrate Liu right now, aren't we? I beg you, please go and talk to the magistrate and ask him to release our Miaomiao!"
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