Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

To the west of Daba Village, near Daqingshan Mountain, there is a wild peach grove. The fruit is sour and inedible, but the peach blossoms are extremely beautiful.

When peach blossoms are in full bloom, their fragrance is intoxicating and rich, like a refreshing spring breeze gently caressing the heart, making one feel relaxed and intoxicated.

The fragrance, delicate yet intense, is like nature's most exquisite perfume, unforgettable for a long time.

Unfolding slowly like a landscape painting, each frame is poetic and picturesque, breathtakingly beautiful. Green mountains and clear waters intertwine to form a vivid natural panorama, as if it were nature's most triumphant brushstroke.

As the first rays of dawn illuminate the earth, golden light bathes the landscape, adding a warm and soft hue to this scene. Strolling through it feels like stepping into an unfinished ink painting scroll, every breath filled with the charm and vitality of nature.

Under a peach tree, a young girl gathers peach blossoms. Her figure is light and graceful, carrying a bamboo basket. She moves through the peach grove, and each delicate peach blossom sways gently on her fingertips.

Her fingers were slender and nimble, gently touching the petals of the peach blossom.

"Jingjing!"

"Hey! Mom, I'm coming right away."

At a call, Qiao Jingjing stopped picking peach blossoms. Heaven knows how happy she was when she saw this field of peach blossoms in full bloom a few days ago.

Having seen countless concrete jungles, thatched fields, and snow-covered landscapes, the blooming peach blossoms became the most beautiful scenery in her eyes. They were breathtaking, captivating, and enchanting.

Little did she know, while she was immersed in the scenery, someone else was captivated by every single moment of her beauty.

It's just like that saying: you're looking at the scenery, while I'm looking at you.

Qiao Jingjing headed home until she could no longer see anyone. Not far away, Tantai Zhou frowned and asked, "Did you catch him?"

Xuan Yi stepped forward and replied, "Caught him. What a coward. He confessed everything before even being tortured. This man is the nephew of Miss Qiao's second aunt. According to him, Qiao Lanlan, Miss Qiao's eldest cousin, told him that the eldest branch of the Qiao family is wealthy."

"As long as I get my hands on Joe... uh, I'll get at least half of the Joe family's fortune." Your Highness's gaze just now was terrifying.

"In addition, my subordinates also found a packet of powder on this man. He said it was a cheap drug he bought from a brothel. He said he used this powder on innocent women who refused to submit, and it always worked."

Tantai Zhou pinched a peach blossom between his fingers, twirling it a few times in his hand with his thumb, and said in a calm tone, "Go and deal with it, but don't kill it. Give them a taste of their own medicine."

"My subordinate understands."

“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” came a series of sobbing sounds from a dilapidated courtyard, the sounds sounding painful and suppressed.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a man tightly bound to the ground, a rag stuffed in his mouth. This man was Huang Zhihui, a distant nephew of the Huang family. At that moment, he was struggling desperately, trying to break free of his restraints, but to no avail.

His hands were tied behind his back, and his body was forced to lie face down on the cold ground, where he could only wriggle forward with difficulty like a maggot.

Each step forward was incredibly difficult, as if he were using up all his strength. Despite this, he did not give up and continued to crawl forward.

Xuan Yi, standing outside the wall, silently watched all of this, a cold smile on his face.

He didn't rush into the yard to stop Huang Ergou's behavior; instead, he chose to wait.

He wanted Huang Ergou to crawl to the door first, and then suddenly appear when Huang Ergou thought he was about to be free and could call for help, shattering his hopes.

In this way, Huang Ergou will feel even greater despair and helplessness, wouldn't that be more interesting?

Huang Ergou finally managed to crawl to the doorway with great difficulty. His eyes shone with hope, as if he could already see the dawn of freedom.

Just then, Xuan Yi suddenly appeared at the door, blocking his way. Huang Ergou's eyes instantly turned to terror and despair; he realized that all his efforts were in vain.

"What, trying to leave?"

Huang Ergou shook his head violently, trying to back away but unable to move.

"If you want to leave, I'll grant your wish." With that, he picked up Huang Ergou and disappeared into Daba Village in a few leaps.

Xuan Yi led his men to a brothel in the city. It was ostensibly a teahouse, but inside it was divided into a brothel and a brothel on the left and right sides. The people who frequented this place were all people who couldn't be brought to the light of day.

The laws of Daliang clearly stipulate that officials are not allowed to patronize prostitutes, but there has always been a rule that officials can find ways to circumvent it.

Those who couldn't easily go to brothels would come to this teahouse for a cup of tea and stay for an hour or two. Unlike brothels, this place was open all day, day and night.

Xuan Yi carried the man into the brothel, took out the powder from his body, and since he didn't know how much of this medicine to give him, he simply fed him all of it.

Before long, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he lost his mind. He knew nothing but lust.

After spending a hundred taels to bring in three people, Xuan Yi went out. He hid in a tree not far away, took out two cotton wads and stuffed them into his ears. Listening to such decadent music would shorten one's lifespan by several years.

When Qiao Jingjing got home, she learned that the village head had come. Two other people had come with him.

Qiao Zhengxian said, "Girl, these two are the village chiefs of Liujia Village and Shenjia Village. They recently went to the county government office on business and heard about the seedling cultivation. They want to come and learn about it."

Both men were around fifty years old, with honest and simple appearances; whether they were truly honest and simple remained to be seen.

"Which adult told you about seedling cultivation, Grandpas?"

Village Chief Liu chuckled and said, "Qiao family girl, it's not that we intentionally inquired about this matter. It just so happened that we went to the yamen on business and learned about it because our two villages are right next to the official fields. The county magistrate gave us a heads-up in advance so that we could be prepared."

Village Chief Shen quickly chimed in, explaining, "We didn't come here to ask for rice seeds. We really just wanted to learn from your experience. Although it's not a high-yield variety, if we use the new methods, we might be able to increase the harvest."

Qiao Jingjing understood; since their land was adjacent to the official fields, they would definitely know about it before other villages. However, she wasn't sure about the rice varieties of this era.

So he said somewhat reservedly, "It's not that I'm being presumptuous, but this matter is of great importance. Since you two grandfathers know the gravity of it, I might as well speak frankly. Nowadays, everyone knows the quality of the rice seeds they've kept."

I can educate the seedlings, but I have no guarantee what the final harvest will be. The two grandfathers can go back and discuss it with the villagers. Those who are willing to learn can send a few representatives to the village for unified learning the day after tomorrow.

The two agreed and went their separate ways.

Qiao Lanlan was anxiously waiting at home. She knew her cousin had come to Daba Village because she had told him about Qiao Jingjing in the peach orchard.

Just now, Qiao Jingjing walked past the door with a basket on her shoulder, and she didn't seem to be in any trouble at all.

Logically, since the plan failed, given his opportunistic nature, he should have come to our house for dinner; otherwise, his trip would have been in vain.

Now, where are the people?