Qiao Jingjing and the others looked in the direction of the sound.
A young man with a limp stood next to a tall young man.
Qiao Jingjing recognized him; he was the agricultural official who had listened to her lectures at Liu Xun's residence years ago.
When Liu Ajiao and her men made things difficult for her, he, despite being a lame young man, still stood up to help her.
She still remembers this person's name.
"Wei Hua!"
Qiao Jingjing greeted them.
Wei Cheng then introduced the taller, more handsome young man next to him to Qiao Jingjing.
"Miss Qiao, this is my younger brother, Wei Cheng."
Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Miss Qiao.
Since I learned farming from Miss Qiao, our family's harvest has improved, so I simply called my younger brother back as well.
From then on, my younger brother studied and farmed with me, living the life of an ordinary person.
Wei Hua was very moved when she spoke of it.
Who would want their own flesh and blood brothers to go to war and fight? Don't we all want our families to be together, living a peaceful and ordinary life?
The young man named Wei Cheng kept staring at Qiao Jingjing.
That gaze never left.
"Ah Cheng, this is the Miss Qiao I told you about. Not only is Miss Qiao beautiful, but she is also more capable than a man in her words and deeds."
The Wei brothers live in the north of the city, and now they have acquired a mulberry orchard, a fishpond, and several acres of fertile land.
Wei Hua and his brother planned to plant a few more acres of fruit trees at home.
Just as he was struggling with the fruit tree issue, he ran into Qiao Jingjing on the road.
What a coincidence!
As Wei Hua walked, he kept telling his brother, "This woman is not to be underestimated. She is truly an extraordinary person."
He looks ordinary but is so young; he's truly capable and resourceful.
Wei Hua mentioned that even the famous daughter of Prefect Liu suffered a great loss at Miss Qiao's hands and was even sent back to Shouchun.
He talked as he walked, simply wanting to tell his younger brother that he had met an extraordinary girl.
Wei Cheng had already made a mental note of Qiao Jingjing.
He learned from his elder brother Wei Hua that this Miss Qiao lived in Peach Blossom Lane in the south of the city.
Later, Wei Cheng even rode his horse from the north of the city to the Qiao family's door to knock and pay his respects to Qiao Jingjing.
I consulted Qiao Jingjing about knowledge related to mulberry orchards and farmland.
It's fortunate that Mrs. Qiao is taking her medicine now.
Mrs. Joe spent her days either sitting in the courtyard or lying in her room.
Otherwise, how would Wei Cheng have ever seen Qiao Jingjing?
Qiao Jingjing faced the young man who had traveled across the city from the north to the south to ask her for advice.
She was very frank.
She explained the planting conditions and methods for lychees, longans, grapes, and sugarcane to the young man.
Before her stood a young man who had given up fighting and returned home to farm.
If nothing grows on this land and there is no harvest, how will a grown man support his family?
Unable to support their families, they had no choice but to continue living as migrants.
When refugees flocked together, unrest ensued.
Wei Cheng smiled sheepishly, "My family is poor, and my brother and I are still unmarried. It's my fault for being incompetent! Thank you for your kind advice, Miss Qiao."
Qiao Jingjing saw Wei Cheng off.
Standing at my doorstep.
Lu Meng just stared at her.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Qiao Jingjing was startled by Lü Meng's posture.
"Miss Qiao, do so many men come to you on ordinary days to discuss farming matters?"
Qiao Jingjing spread her hands.
"No!"
This man was the first in three years, since she had lectured more than 300 agricultural officials that year.
Lu Meng was finally relieved.
Qiao Jingjing had already gone to the kitchen, where there was medicine being prepared for her elderly mother.
She personally watched over the medicine, prepared it, and delivered it to her elderly mother's room.
Grandma Qiao saw Qiao Jingjing and the medicine tray she was holding.
His face contorted in pain.
She has been taking the medicine for half a month.
This medicine is really too bitter.
"How long does the doctor want me to keep taking this medicine?"
Qiao Jingjing said, "The doctor didn't say that! Every time the doctor took my pulse, he only wrote a prescription. He said to get a few doses of medicine, and Manman and I would get a few doses of medicine according to his request."
The doctor said last time that after we finish these few doses of medicine, we should go and ask him for help again.
Qiao's mother had a mouthful of bitter medicine stuck in her mouth, and she really wanted to spit it out!
"Mom, take your medicine carefully. I'll go to the kitchen and get you some candy."
The sugar that Qiao Jingjing brought was cane sugar.
She went to the city to get medicine for her elderly mother and saw some people who had fled from Guangxi. They had several bundles of sugarcane on their oxcart, so she bought them all. She boiled the sweet ones into sugar, cut off the tops and planted them in the fertile soil of her garden.
The mother ate a piece of candy.
They didn't even realize that this was a different kind of cane sugar, rather than the maltose they were used to.
Look, Qiao Jingjing is still standing in front of me.
"What are you doing standing in front of me? I've already finished my medicine, get out!"
Since taking her medication, my mother has become less talkative than before. Although her tone hasn't become much gentler, it's at least less forceful.
Qiao Jingjing moved a stool over and sat down in front of her elderly mother.
"Mom, let me give you a back massage."
Qiao Jingjing began to massage her mother's back and legs.
The elderly mother had to look closely at Qiao Jingjing's face to see the thin scar.
The old mother suddenly burst into tears.
Silently, tears streamed down her face.
"Why is Mother crying? Is she feeling unwell?"
"Da Qiao, what are you going to do? Your face is like this now, what are you going to do? The fortune teller told Prefect Liu that a woman with a disfigured face is not fit to be the mistress of a household, and even a concubine in a wealthy family wouldn't want one with a disfigured face. Da Qiao, tell me the truth, how exactly does General Sun treat you? Don't lie to me! Your mother has seen more people than you have seen, and all men are the same, they fall in love with one after another. If you don't grab one while you're young, no one can stay with you forever. They'll forget about you after just a few days! Da Qiao, tell me the truth!"
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