Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

"The general wants you to have more contact with Miss Seven, intending to marry her to you. Miss Seven has recently relented."

The baby was taken away by her niece, and Wang simply carried the baby out on a tray, with some expectation, but she saw that no one showed any joy, surprise or even emotion.

It seemed that in this quiet afternoon, what she was talking about was just a trivial matter of eating and dressing.

Some dazzling sunlight shone in, leaving dim shadows on the ground. It was neither cold nor hot.

Qin Xiuyuan was not surprised. When she entered the room, the girl glanced at him and lowered her head. Her face was as rosy as a peach, and her hands and feet were restrained and flustered. Wasn't it just like when she had a lot of thoughts in her mind and happened to stare at Wangshu, and then she looked stupid when she was caught?

He replied calmly, "Xiuyuan's wedding date has been set. It's a match made in heaven."

"The general knows that you are loyal and trustworthy, so you can be my wife for a period of time. You can take any concubine you want."

Although she had a premonition, when this great joy fell on her son, Aunt Wang still felt a little unreal, especially since the general had specifically emphasized that he would not interfere with others taking concubines.

Thinking of this, she wondered if the credit was due to the fact that the general loved Xiao Eleven and was more tolerant towards Yuan'er, so she, as his mother, also contributed!

Wang looked at her eldest son with a smile, "How wonderful!"

The mother and son talked to themselves.

"If you were Aunt Ji, would Mother still feel good about it?"

This world is so absurd! He was instantly filled with nameless anger. He gritted his teeth, as if he were being plunged into ice water, or pierced through his heart by an arrow, coldly piercing through his fragile disguise.

Qin Xiuyuan dragged his feet towards Wang, as if he had countless harsh words to say to wake her up. He clenched his fists and tried to remain calm, speaking each word with a resounding voice:

"Mother, my son's summer and winter clothes for the past five years, the horse he rides now, the shoes and socks he wore during the two battles, the clothes he wore, the food he ate to supplement his nutrition, and the dog that kept him company, were all provided by Ji Jiayu. In the icy and snowy weather, some people died from the cold, but my son only got a few chilblains on his hands."

The only gift she had given him in the past five years was a cotton-padded jacket that she thought was his size, but he couldn't wear it at all. Li Fugui, who was crying out in fear of death from the cold, asked for it.

When Wangshu was teaching him how to ride a horse, he curiously compared his shoulders and said, "It's amazing! The difference doesn't seem big. I always thought it was just a little wider. I didn't expect men to waste so much fabric. The size difference is really huge!"

He finally realized that the cotton armor must have been made by his cousin Wang Jing. Only unmarried women would think that a man's body size is just like a woman's, with some parts larger...

Wang was stunned.

"As a son, I pursue fame, wealth, and status. I long to fight bravely and gain merit, to avenge my father, and to achieve something. Personally, all I ask is that she and I live a life without illness and pain, with less separation, just like my uncle and aunt, an ordinary and simple life. I beg mother to grant this wish."

He knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Wang wanted to say something, but she had a thousand words to say when she couldn't see anyone, but when she saw people, she realized that her words were pale.

Qin Xiuyuan got up on his own without being called. Seeing someone struggling to hold a child, he said, "Mother, you are old and have limited energy. You have maids here, why don't you let them share the burden..."

After being scolded by her son again and again, blaming her for looking down on others, scolding her for not being worthy of being a mother, and expressing her true feelings, Wang wanted to say nothing in the end. She didn't expect that the Ji family had taken advantage of such a big loophole between her and her son!

When she heard him ask about her youngest son, she finally straightened her back. "Yuan'er, this little Eleven is so spoiled. He won't recognize anyone else except me. The general said he has a strong personality. I'm not teasing him. He fell asleep when he was tired. He looks a lot like you, especially his eyes..."

"Mother, Xiuyuan feels that it's too hard to take care of the child alone, and needs someone else to share the burden." He returned to his cold demeanor, unwilling to listen to the words describing his child anymore. He always stood on his father's side emotionally.

"If my mother enjoys it, that's fine."

Wang: ...She was relieved, but was she enjoying it? She couldn't sleep all night, her breasts were swollen, she kept crying, her body was bloated, her face was sagging... Everyone came to tease Little Eleven, but she was the only one who watched over Little Eleven from beginning to end, eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating. She was upside down, sleeping during the day and crying at night. When would it end...

She wanted to say how could she possibly enjoy it, but she didn't say it. She talked about her hardship, tiredness and frustration. She thought, who would be willing to listen? The general never listened to nonsense, and her son... had also left her heart!

After the hailstorm, Young Master Qin was in charge of disaster relief. His top priority was rescuing wheat and other rations for the army and civilians. He cleaned up the hail and propped up the wheat. However, most of the wheat was left with only bare stalks, and the green ears were broken...

The military fields and private farms were all crowded with people. Wangshu, who had recently recovered from an illness, and Ji's father followed a sighing farmer into the wheat field that originally belonged to the Ji family.

Originally, the wind blew the wheat waves, waiting for the harvest, the wheat fields were covered with yellow, and the harvest was busy - now, the whole mountain and field are full of leaning and bare wheat, and some of the slopes have been smashed to the ground.

How many people worked hard for a year, but it all turned into nothing in an instant. For many days, there were still old farmers lying in the fields hugging wheat straw and crying.

"...Those people come here several times a day and cry when they see it...This is really killing the whole family!" The old farmer couldn't help but wipe away his tears. "A year of hard work, all gone in one night!"

Father Ji looked around. The wheat had been so badly damaged that it could be said that there was no harvest at all. Some wheat was still growing in the fields, and the slopes were covered with wheat… Hey, hey, hey, hey, his eyes accidentally swept to the hillside not far away. Who was that guy who looked like a normal person looking at them? Bah! Bah!

He quickly pulled his daughter in front of him, with her back to that side, and said, "My dear daughter, the sun is strong."

Unfortunately, the young man had good eyesight and long legs. He quickly reached the front and bowed, "Hello, uncle." He then stared at his beloved daughter and said, "Wangshu."

Ugh! We ran out of the city, yet we still met. Ji's father was sad: "Old farmer, do you know that you lost a year's harvest, but for me, it's my life's hard work!"

Wangshu saw someone coming and was not surprised, so he nodded.

The old farmer came to him to complain about being exempted from rent.

Holding a drooping green ear of wheat in her palm, it felt plump and prickly. She pulled it off with force and twisted it. The wheat grains were already formed, just waiting for maturity.

"Old farmer, these aren't going to grow any more, are they? Can the ones that haven't broken off grow well?"

The old farmer didn't dare look down on the frail, pale-lipped girl. He knew she had the final say, so he quickly replied, "Miss, how could you! After such a big ice storm, the wheat has fallen over and broken. Look," he squatted down, pulling at one clump, then propping up another. "It's been so crushed that the roots have been pulled out. These are drooping and dying. These few are still standing. But we've been farming and growing wheat for generations, and we know very well that after the leaves and stalks have been hit, they won't grow well, and there's no way we can talk about a harvest... Small ice storms will pass in a moment, and you can still say we can help them out and spread more chicken and cow manure. But something this big is just God watching people starve to death... I'm an old farmer, I have four sons, two daughters, and..."

As he was about to cry, Wangshu interrupted him, "Okay! I get it."

The crying stopped abruptly and no one cared about the tragedy.