Chapter 557: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 557: Autumn Hunt (2)
Seeing his master's curious expression, Guan Yu couldn't help but facepalm, feeling a bit embarrassed. He remained silent, though.
Mo Yan, however, didn't hold back, giving Junyu a disdainful look and saying flatly, "That's not grass; that's the high-yield rice you asked about earlier, Young Lord!"
Yan Junyu: ...
He's not a farmer and didn't know that rice grains grow on stalks resembling grass. He was innocent, okay?
Though he felt a bit disheartened by being looked down upon, it was nothing compared to the excitement over the high-yield rice that could produce a thousand catties per mu. Yan Junyu eagerly examined the rice stalks and questioned the villagers harvesting them. When he learned that these stalks were three times the length of ordinary ones and that the estimated yield per mu wouldn't be less than a thousand catties, he felt as if he was walking on air, his mind filled with the words "a thousand catties per mu."
"Haha, a thousand catties per mu! There really is rice that yields a thousand catties per mu!" Yan Junyu couldn't help but laugh out loud, his exuberance infectious. Mo Yan and Guan Yu, well aware of what such high-yield rice meant, were also affected by his excitement.
After the initial excitement, Yan Junyu quickly calmed down and looked at Mo Yan with unprecedented seriousness. "Are you really going to let me take credit for this incredible achievement? If you report this in your own name, the Emperor will surely reward you handsomely, possibly even granting titles to your father and brothers. You need to think this through!" For the first time, he didn't refer to himself as "I" in the grand manner he usually did.
Mo Yan smiled calmly, "Without you, this high-yield rice might never have seen the light of day! So, the credit rightfully belongs to you, Young Lord."
Without meeting this person or if he had been self-serving, she wouldn't have dared to reveal the space rice. She couldn't explain the origin of the seeds. With him taking the lead, even if attention turned towards her family, it would be because of Yan Junyu, sparing her from potential trouble she couldn't handle.
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Hearing this, Yan Junyu didn't know whether to feel relieved or regretful. He knew he wasn't a paragon of virtue, and the allure of such a significant accomplishment, destined to be recorded in history, was undeniable. However, he wasn't so despicable as to steal someone else's credit. His question was more to ensure that this seemingly indifferent woman wouldn't regret her decision.
But he wouldn't take advantage without giving something in return! Taking a deep breath, Yan Junyu's eyes flashed with determination. "Since that's the case, I won't be polite! If you ever regret it, just let me know. I can't bring myself to compete with a woman for something like this; it would tarnish my heroic image!"
By the end, he was back to his familiar carefree self, as if the serious person from earlier wasn't him at all.
Mo Yan rolled her eyes at him, though her eyes were filled with a deep smile...
Even with dozens of workers, it would take one or two days to bring in all the rice from over a hundred mu. Once transported, it needed to be spread out to dry on the ground, then threshed under a stone roller pulled by oxen, which would take another five or six days. After threshing, it needed to be dried again, taking at least ten more days. In total, it would be about half a month before the rice could be bagged and sealed.
Five days later, after the Ghost Festival, Yan Junyu would join the imperial entourage for the autumn hunt, returning in half a month. He agreed with Mo Yan to transport the rice to the city on the first of September, twenty days later. Mo Yan wouldn't need to worry about anything after that.
Before Yan Junyu left for the city, Mo Yan excused herself to give him a jar of grape wine. She went into her space, dug up one of the oldest ginseng plants, excluding the two nearly thousand-year-old ones, and a large bottle of special Sanqi powder. She also filled a large water pouch with spiritual spring water, wrapped everything in a big bundle, and gave it to Yan Junyu along with the wine. "This is for your autumn hunt. If anything happens, these items might come in handy."
As for the truly life-saving black lingzhi, she planned to have Xiao Hua deliver some after they reached the hunting ground, as fresh black lingzhi had the best medicinal effects.
Yan Junyu gave Mo Yan a deep look but said nothing, carefully placing the bundle in his carriage before leaving the Mo residence without looking back.
...
That night, in the study at the Jingshan villa.
A pale moon hung in the sky, and the faint moonlight filtering through the window fell on Chu Heng's face, giving his already gentle features a more ethereal, cold quality. His gaunt cheeks appeared even more sunken, and his face had a faint bluish tint, indicating that his illness had worsened.
Xiao Ruiyuan, with a solemn expression, looked at Chu Heng's back, his eyes filled with helplessness and worry. "Your Highness, the autumn hunt isn't worth the risk!"
He had never expected his cousin to request to participate in this autumn hunt. Given his cousin's health, even a short journey of a day from the capital to the hunting ground was too much.
Chu Heng didn't turn around. In the shadow, he raised his hand, letting the pale moonlight illuminate it. His already bloodless hand looked even more ghastly and frightening.
He clenched his fist, a resolute expression flashing across his face. "Hanzhang, I've made up my mind. There's no need to persuade me further!"
There wasn't much time left for him. If he didn't go now, he might never have the chance again! Missing this opportunity meant never being able to personally avenge his mother. The only thing keeping him going now was the desire for revenge!
Chu Heng rarely referred to himself as "I" in front of Xiao Ruiyuan, and the subtle difference in his tone made Xiao Ruiyuan frown. He walked over to Chu Heng, not missing the barely concealed killing intent in his cousin's eyes. A chill ran through him, but he felt more helpless than anything else. "Your Highness, it's not worth it. You still have Hanzhang!"
Those people weren't worth sacrificing your last hope, risking your life, or dirtying your hands for! Even if you can't personally avenge yourself and your mother in the end, I will do it for you!
Chu Heng smiled slightly, but his smile carried a trace of sorrow. "Hanzhang, I've let those people live in arrogance for too long. I can't bear it anymore! The only thing I want to do before I die is to personally avenge my mother and myself. Otherwise, I won't die in peace!"
If possible, he would rather sit in that position and play with his enemies at his mercy. But he was running out of time!
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