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The rice fields in the space had their first harvest just after May.

When the spring plowing began in Yamen Village, all the remaining land in the space was planted with rice. Jing Chunxi did not specify the yield per mu, but looking at the heavy rice ears, it was clear that the yield was not low. After the harvest, the house in the space was even fuller.

He could only send a message to the steward and ask him to open a grain shop in the capital, and Baishui Town, as a grain transit station, also opened a small one.

From the letter from Yamen Village, we learned that the sweet potatoes, taro and potatoes there have also been harvested, and the yield is more than half that of what other villagers grow.

A vermicelli workshop was also built. Due to lack of manpower, two servants were bought in the name of Xiaobei's grandfather.

The biggest good news coming back from the other side was: Jing Chunxi was still on the way back, and Si was diagnosed with pregnancy, and it has been almost three months now. It was said that Si was eating and sleeping well now, and had gained weight.

This good news made Jing Qiurong busy again early, saying that she wanted to prepare new clothes and a new quilt for her little nephew. Even Aunt Mi and Chuntao were busy helping to make bibs, tiger-head shoes and tiger-head hats.

Even the gifts for children’s third birthday, full moon, and hundred days are prepared early, and they are said to have to be sent at least three months in advance.

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Starting from around May, the white frame for sandbag throwing training was moved to the space between two rows of big trees, but it was still impossible to avoid the scorching sun. Jing Chunxi became darker and thinner, and his face became the same wheat-colored as other children in the village.

Jing Qiurong felt so distressed because her daughter was training so hard that she invited Jing Yi to her home for dinner several times, hoping that he would slow down the intensity and speed of his training.

Every time Jing Yi ate and drank his fill, he would curl up the corners of his mouth and look like a handsome uncle. He would directly agree to whatever Jing Qiurong asked.

But he refused to admit his mistake after eating it, and the next day he confronted Jing Chunxi directly: "If you don't want to practice anymore, just tell your mother. I don't want to teach you anymore. At this speed, you won't be able to catch a steel ball in your lifetime."

Jing Chunxi was so angry that he was so shameless.

She clearly had not complained, but every time her mother came to see Jingyi, he felt guilty, thinking that she was a gossipy person who loved to complain. She did not dare to explain herself to her mother and only made her angry.

"Wasn't it originally just about dodging steel balls? Now you've added the weight of catching them! You're trying to trick me!"

Jing Chunxi was angry. Is this something a little girl can do? Are you sure the steel ball won't pierce your palm?

"It's up to you whether you want to learn or not. If you're attacked and don't have a sharp weapon to fight back, would you want to offer your help? Even if you want to grab a handful of dirt from the ground, you need something to help you."

Don’t you think this is infuriating?

How could she possibly keep up with Jing Yi's learning speed? There are differences between men and women, and their experiences and ages are different. It's clearly a trap for her.

Jing Yi was rescued from someone's knife by Jing Changjiang. In the beginning, he was like a wolf cub, eager to learn everything in one day, and maybe even wanted to go back for revenge.

In fact, Jing Chunxi had just started training in steel ball attacks. A steel ball that was only as big as a thumb could be very lethal when it moved at extremely fast speeds.

Fortunately, considering that she was a beginner, Jing Yi still had someone sew a three-layer small cloth bag outside the steel ball. He did not attack her personally, but sometimes he would come over to "take care" on a whim, which made Jing Chunxi feel very pressured.

Wutou, Liutou and Xiaoman have been practicing their strength and speed for several months, but it is still difficult for them to avoid the blows. New bruises appear on her body every day, but she dare not cry out in pain to her mother, for fear that Jingyi will give up and not teach her.

Jing Yi grasped her weakness. He knew that she wanted to learn, that she had to persevere, and that she was a person who could be abused, so he added layers of pressure on her.

"Good job! I thought you would cry to your mother a few times every day so that Uncle Jing could have a few more meals!" Jing Chunxi was now accustomed to Jing Yi's teasing, and obediently took the medicine he handed over.

To be honest, his medicine is not as good as the ones in the space, and she basically only uses it in front of him, but she appreciates the favor.

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He was caught by Jing Yi again and was forced to obey his strict fatherly education.

Jing Yi said calmly, "Today I lay on the camphor tree and watched you train for a long time. I even broke off a branch and threw it down, but you didn't notice at all."

Jing Chunxi was depressed: "Who are you? As long as you don't want me to know, you have plenty of ways to do it."

She knew exactly how much she weighed and what Jing Yi's skills were. No matter how much she practiced, she would never be able to reach his level. Why did he have to belittle herself like this every day?

Jing Yi: "Do you think that the people you meet in the future will always be inferior to me? I broke a branch and I'm not letting you know? Are you planning to stay so careless?

If you do this, you will be kidnapped sooner or later."

Jing Chunxi: ...

The same insults came to her almost every day. Jing Chunxi was numb to it and felt that she and Jing Yi were in conflict and must have had a grudge in their previous life.

But he didn't dare mention to him that he had been kidnapped by bandits, otherwise he would definitely suffer another blow.