After carrying all the woven bags down the mountain, Shen Yanming returned to Qingning Mountain.
He originally hid his farm tools in the field, but there were too many people working at night, and if he hid them again, someone might notice them.
Although there were several sets of farming tools in the space, he really didn't dare to discard them like worn-out shoes when he was outside. He should just keep them safe and live the life of an ordinary citizen.
And so, under the rising sun, Shen Yanming returned to Qingning Mountain. He not only brought his sickle down the mountain, but also dug up his hoe and other tools, and packed them up to take down with him.
Shen Yanming had no idea how he managed to drag and pull that pile of heavy, sharp farm tools onto the truck. He only remembered that when he sat in the driver's seat, fine beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.
He glanced at the time; it was already past five. Not daring to delay, he drove back to the guard station.
I did the same thing as yesterday: I went to the agricultural area to find Ye Wengui. After unloading the woven bags from the truck, I threshed, weighed, and issued a receipt.
After getting the receipt, I rushed back to my dorm. By the time I opened the living room door, it was already almost eight o'clock.
Seeing that the room was quiet, Shen Yanming breathed a sigh of relief once again. He took a shower and changed his clothes in the bathroom before entering the space.
Joan and the babies were still asleep. He glanced at them from the doorway and then went back to the guest room to treat the boils on his body.
It got even sunnier today than yesterday. Not only did my face break out in several pustules, but even the skin that didn't have pustules was bright red.
Shen Yanming worried that they were accumulating power, waiting for the right moment to unleash a powerful attack. So he took out some spiritual spring water and applied it beforehand, hoping to stop their final frenzy.
Fortunately, the result was good; the skin treated with the spiritual spring water returned to normal in no time. No more pustules appeared afterward, which greatly relieved Shen Yanming.
And these hands—after treating his cheeks, he would always apply some spiritual spring water. They remained white, tender, and smooth, allowing him to move freely without any limitations.
Days passed by like this. Although Shen Yanming did not manage to leave after Qiao An fell asleep every day, he did manage to return before Qiao An woke up every day.
Although he harvested the wheat quickly, one person's strength is limited. Facing four acres of land, it would take several days to finish.
Moreover, because of their large-scale operation, many residents in the community knew that someone was harvesting wheat ahead of schedule. Influenced by the security team, more and more people joined the early harvesting effort.
Qingning Mountain is no longer as quiet as it used to be. Every evening, while everyone is working, they also chat. Even from a distance, you can hear their chatter.
Shen Yanming had no interest in cultivating relationships with them and focused solely on harvesting wheat every day. Naturally, he didn't notice that some troublesome individuals had filmed them harvesting wheat in the middle of the night and uploaded the video online.
It wasn't really a big deal, but the key issue was that it generated too much buzz and was seen by certain people, causing a lot of ripples in what was originally a low-key and smooth harvesting task.
That day, as Shen Yanming was harvesting the last acre of wheat, he heard a commotion nearby. He didn't pay it any mind and continued with his work. After all, there were many people in Qingning Mountain recently, so a little noise was normal.
But just a few minutes later, screams and cries were heard. Shen Yanming thought he had misheard, so he listened carefully.
He knew something was wrong only after he clearly heard the word "robber".
He threw down the sickle in his hand, not even bothering to close the barbed wire gate, and ran towards the scene of the incident following the sound.
That was the edge of the land, a place rarely visited by people. But now, dozens of people had gathered there, pulling each other's hair and ears, wrestling with all their might.
Some of the men, their eyes bloodshot, started wielding their sickles at each other.
Shen Yanming's pupils contracted, and disregarding any danger, he rushed into the fighting crowd to stop them.
He ignored the group wrestling like shrewish women and charged at the men wielding weapons, thinking, "I have to intervene; someone will die."
Shen Yanming wasn't a saint, but he didn't want to watch several lives perish before his eyes. Perhaps the guards' training had been too successful.
However, he wasn't just recklessly charging around. He took out a handful of apricot pits from his spatial storage and, taking advantage of a moment when the two fighters separated, smashed them against their wrists.
Actually, it would be best to use pebbles, but he didn't have time to pick them up. As for why he didn't just use his hands, wasn't he afraid of getting hurt?
Fortunately, he had practiced his aim with Li Gangtie during early morning training. And because resources were limited, the guards didn't teach them to shoot, but instead taught them to throw darts, throw stones, and use slingshots.
In order to improve himself, Shen Yanming practiced these skills frantically in the space, causing great harm to the chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits, pigeons, and quails, to the point that they would scatter as soon as they saw him on the grassland.
All the efforts paid off, just like today, they really came in handy.
The two men who were hit cried out in pain, their hands veering to the side. Taking advantage of their momentary daze, Shen Yanming stepped forward and delivered a swift chop to the numbness in their wrists, temporarily incapacitating them and allowing him to easily disarm them.
Then, each of them was given an over-the-shoulder throw, slammed to the ground, and with a quick, dirty trick, they were temporarily unable to get up.
The homeowners who hadn't dared to join the fight rushed forward to pick up the weapons from the ground, fearing that the attackers might try to kill people again once they recovered.
These were all people who were blinded by rage, and when they saw someone disrupting their battle, they all glared angrily at Shen Yanming.
Shen Yanming ignored them and went on to deal with the next pair of fighters.
Perhaps his commotion was too great, for those hot-tempered men glanced at their brothers out of the corner of their eyes and became anxious when they saw them being taken down.
Seeing their ferocious expressions, they assumed they were seriously injured, so they stopped fighting and raised their sickles to swing at Shen Yanming.
Shen Yanming's eyes widened, and he thought to himself, "Holy crap!" He then dodged left and right.
Then he tried to use the boxing techniques he had learned to subdue the assailants. However, because the other side outnumbered him and had weapons, he was overwhelmed and his efforts had little effect.
Shen Yanming was enraged and shouted, "What do you want to do? Kill someone?"
Instead of responding, they attacked him even more fiercely.
Shen Yanming was extremely surprised and hurriedly retreated. But there were people behind him, so he could only bend over and kick his legs.
Although he couldn't get close to the enemy because they were armed, his agility allowed him to stall for time.
The crowd, who were wrestling with their bare hands, were stunned by what they saw. They instinctively let go of each other and then stood by to watch.
Chen Shunwei finally managed to pry off the two men who were grabbing his arms and legs. Seeing that Shen Yanming was somewhat outmatched, his eyes turned red.
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