After returning to the capital to farm, the abandoned concubine made a comeback.

Zhu Ling frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "What is it?"

The guard knelt on one knee and reported, "His Majesty has urgently summoned the Prince back to the capital; he has important matters to discuss."

Zhu Ling glanced at Lin Qin, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes, but ultimately nodded: "I understand. You go ahead, I'll be there soon."

The guard obeyed and left. Zhu Ling turned around, looked at Lin Qin, and said softly, "Qin'er, I must return to the capital. You..."

“I know,” Lin Qin interrupted Zhu Ling, forcing a smile, “State affairs are of utmost importance, Your Highness need not worry about me.”

Zhu Ling looked at Lin Qin deeply, pulled her into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Wait for me to come back."

After saying that, Zhu Ling turned and left, disappearing into the night.

Lin Qin gazed in the direction Zhu Ling had left, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She knew that Zhu Ling's journey to the capital would be fraught with danger, but she was powerless to do anything about it and could only pray for him silently.

Over the next few days, Lin Qin spent the farm busily preparing strategies to deal with the bullies and disasters.

She knew she couldn't just sit and wait to die; she had to take the initiative.

Her expression was serious and resolute, revealing her indomitable will.

At night, the gale howled again, accompanied by torrential rain, as if to destroy everything.

Lin Qin was worried about the young livestock and newly planted crops on the farm, so she braved the wind and rain to check on them.

The rain soaked her clothes, and her hair clung messily to her face, creating an atmosphere that was both disheveled and pitiful.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and Lin Qin's heart sank, realizing something was wrong.

She quickly ran towards the direction from which the sound came, and saw a large tree uprooted by the strong wind and lying on the edge of the field, about to crush the newly planted rice seedlings.

"Quick! Come and help!" Lin Qin shouted, calling on the nearby villagers to come and help.

Upon hearing the news, the villagers rushed over, and together they moved the large tree away, preventing the seedlings from being crushed.

Just then, Lin Qin suddenly felt dizzy, her vision went black, and her body swayed precariously.

"Miss Lin!"

"Qin'er!"

Lin Qin's body went limp, and she fainted on the muddy ridge of the field.

When she woke up, she found herself lying in a simple house, surrounded by concerned villagers.

"Miss Lin, you're finally awake!" An old farmer excitedly grasped Lin Qin's hand. "You've collapsed from exhaustion because of us!"

Lin Qin smiled weakly, "I'm fine, just a little tired." After resting for a moment, she immediately got up, and the windproof devices she had seen in modern society came to mind.

Just do it!

Lin Qin directed the villagers to make simple windbreak nets using bamboo and hemp rope, which were then fixed around the field ridges and houses.

Although the villagers didn't understand the purpose of these strange-looking things, they still followed Lin Qin's instructions.

"Miss Lin, can this thing really block the wind?" a young villager asked curiously.

Lin Qin smiled mysteriously: "You'll find out when the time comes." That night, the gale struck again, but its power was greatly reduced by the windbreak netting, and the damage to farmland and houses was significantly reduced.

The villagers were amazed by what they saw and admired Lin Qin immensely.

"Miss Lin, you're amazing! This is simply divine intervention!" Lin Qin looked at the villagers' joyful expressions, and a relieved smile appeared on her tired face.

She knew that this was only the first step in a long journey.

However, would Ma, the bully, let it go?

Seeing that Lin Qin's farm had stood firm despite the disaster, he felt even more resentful.

So, on the advice of Master Song, he began to spread rumors that a plague had broken out at Lin Qin's farm, and advised the villagers to leave quickly to avoid being infected.

Rumors spread rapidly like a plague, and the villagers were filled with fear.

Lin Qin was so angry upon hearing this news that she almost vomited blood.

"You despicable bully, Ma!" She slammed her hand on the table, her eyes burning with fury.

Mr. Li is a highly respected and influential figure in the local community, often referred to as a "human walking bullet screen."

As soon as he arrived at the farm, he immediately attracted the attention of many villagers, much like a top celebrity making a surprise appearance.

Lin Qin warmly welcomed Mr. Li and showed him around the farm, from the chicken coop to the pigsty, from the fields to the fields, providing a comprehensive 360-degree view.

As Mr. Li toured the site, he nodded frequently, much like a retired cadre inspecting work.

"These chickens are plump and healthy; they're clearly organic and pollution-free!" "These vegetables look so fresh and juicy; they look very nutritious!" "The field ridges are neatly maintained; they're clearly well-managed!" He's practically a walking thumbs-up machine.

After the visit, Mr. Li gave Lin Qin a thumbs up: "Miss Lin, you manage your farm so well, you're practically a modern-day Tao Yuanming! There's no plague at all, it's clearly someone spreading malicious rumors!" Mr. Li's words were powerful and resounding, comparable to an official clarification.

After the news spread, the villagers suddenly realized that it was Ma the bully who was behind it all!

They all condemned Ma's despicable behavior, and their admiration for Lin Qin grew even stronger.

The rumors about Ma the bully were debunked, which infuriated him so much that he almost exploded on the spot.

Meanwhile, in a secluded forest not far from the farm, Zhu Ling was silently observing all of this.

His mission upon returning to the capital was extremely dangerous, but he was worried about Lin Qin, so he secretly arranged for people to protect her. He also disguised himself and secretly came to the vicinity of the farm.

Seeing Lin Qin handle the crisis with composure, Zhu Ling's lips curled into a relieved smile.

Although he couldn't show himself, and Lin Qin didn't know that Zhu Ling was nearby, she did feel a strange sense of security, as if an invisible force was protecting her.

In the stillness of the night, Lin Qin stood by the window, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, her heart filled with emotion.

She knew that the road ahead was long and there were many challenges, but she was not afraid.

She has the system at her back, the support of the villagers, and...

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on Lin Qin's door. "Who is it?" Lin Qin asked warily.

"It's me." A deep voice came from outside the door.

Lin Qin's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly opened the door.

A man dressed in black stood outside the door, his face covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of deep-set eyes.

The man in black handed Lin Qin a letter and said in a deep voice, "His Highness has ordered that you take a look."

Lin Qin took the letter, opened it, and her expression immediately turned serious...

The letter contained only one sentence: "Beware of Ma the bully, he won't let this go." After reading the letter, Lin Qin's lips curled into a cold smile: "Him? He's overestimating himself!" She had long expected Ma the bully to not let this go, and sure enough, the slap in the face came so quickly!

The next day, a group of "disaster victims," ​​dressed in rags and crying, arrived at the farm gate, saying they had fled from disaster and begged Lin Qin to take them in.

Lin Qin saw through their disguise at a glance. These were not disaster victims at all, but spies sent by Ma the bully!

They're all dressed better than her, this "abandoned concubine," and they call themselves disaster victims? Are they just pretending to be refugees?

Lin Qin sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm, feigning compassion: "Oh dear, they are so pitiful! Come in, come in!" She warmly welcomed the "disaster victims" into the farm and led them to an open space.

This open space may appear flat, but it actually hides a secret.

Lin Qin had already ordered people to dig a trap below, covered with a thin layer of straw. Anyone who stepped on it would fall into the trap.

"Please wait a moment, everyone. I'll go get you some food and clothing." After saying this, Lin Qin turned and left, leaving the "disaster victims" waiting in the open space.

After waiting for a while and not seeing Lin Qin return, the "disaster victims" began to look around. Some couldn't help but curiously stomp on the straw under their feet.

"Ouch!" A scream rang out as a "disaster victim" fell into the trap.

"What's going on?" The other "disaster victims" rushed over, only to fall into the trap one after another, creating a chaotic scene.

Seeing this from the shadows, Lin Qin couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Ma the bully, you're not qualified to fight me!" Ma the bully, hiding in the distance, watched his men fall into the trap one after another, and his face turned green with rage.

He never expected that Lin Qin would be so cunning and had taken precautions in advance!

"Lin Qin! You wicked woman! I'll never forgive you!" Ma the bully roared through gritted teeth, his voice filled with hatred.

He vowed to take revenge on Lin Qin and make her pay a heavy price!

As night fell, Lin Qin stood by the window, gazing at the darkness in the distance, a sense of unease rising in her heart.

She knew that Ma the bully wouldn't let her off easily, and that he would use even more ruthless methods next.

Moreover, the natural disaster is not completely over yet, and she doesn't know if she can hold on...

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks shattered the silence of the night. "Miss Lin, something terrible has happened..."