Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 557 Autumn Hunting (2)_1

Chapter 557: Chapter 557 Autumn Hunting (2)_1

Looking at his master’s curiously excited expression, Guan Yu touched his forehead, finding it a bit unbearable to look straight at him, but he still held back and didn’t speak.

Mo Yan, on the other hand, couldn’t hold back and disdainfully glanced at Yan Junyu before saying expressionlessly, "That’s not grass, that’s the high-yield rice you were asking about earlier, Young Master!"

Yan Junyu: ...

He wasn’t a farmer and didn’t know that rice grains grew on rice panicles that looked like grass; he was innocent, okay?

Despite feeling somewhat choked by the disdain, it was completely negligible in front of the high-yield rice that produced a thousand catties per acre. Yan Junyu eagerly circled the pile of rice panicles, scrutinizing them and carefully querying the villagers who were selecting them. When he learned that these rice panicles were three times the length of ordinary ones and the yield per acre was estimated to be no less than a thousand catties, he felt as if he were walking on clouds; his mind was completely occupied by the phrase "thousand catties per acre."

"Haha, a thousand catties per acre! A thousand catties per acre! So there really is rice that yields a thousand catties per acre!" Yan Junyu couldn’t help but laugh out loud, his joyful demeanor infectious to Mo Yan and Guan Yu; they understood all too well what high-yield rice with a thousand catties per acre meant.

After the excitement, Yan Junyu quickly calmed down and looked at Mo Yan with more seriousness than ever before, "Are you really willing to give up such a tremendous contribution to me? If you report this in your name, The Emperor will surely reward you handsomely; it’s very likely that your father and brothers could be granted official titles and noble ranks. You should think it over carefully!" For the first time, he didn’t refer to himself as "Lord."

Mo Yan smiled lightly, "If it weren’t for the Young Master, the high-yield rice might never have had the chance to exist in this world! So, this merit, by right, belongs to you, Young Master."

If she hadn’t met the person before her, or if he had been greedy and unscrupulous, she would not have dared to take the Space rice out so easily to plant; she wouldn’t be able to explain the source of the rice seeds. Now that he would take the responsibility, even if people took notice of her family, it would be only because of Yan Junyu; no trouble she couldn’t handle would arise.

Upon hearing this, Yan Junyu didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or feel a sense of loss. He didn’t consider himself a noble gentleman; the prospect of gaining such historically significant recognition appealed to him. Still, he wasn’t so despicable as to steal the credit from others for his own benefit. He asked because he didn’t want the woman before him, who seemed so detached it was heartbreaking, to have regrets!

However, he wouldn’t take this huge advantage for nothing! Taking a deep breath, a determined glint flashed in Yan Junyu’s narrow, phoenix-like eyes, "Since that’s the case, then I shall not hold back! If you ever regret it, you can always tell me. No matter what, I can’t be competing with a woman for things; it would tarnish my image of being wise and valorous!"

By the end, the guy had reverted to his familiar, carefree manner, as if the serious person from before wasn’t him at all.

Mo Yan couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, yet there was a deep smile in her eyes...

With several dozen workers bundling and carrying, it would take a day or two to transport the harvest of over a hundred acres of rice back home. Once back, the grains would be spread out to dry on the threshing ground. After drying thoroughly, it would take five or six days to thresh the grain with an ox-pulled stone roller. Then, the grain would need to be dried again, requiring about ten more days. Altogether, it would be at least half a month before the rice from those hundred-plus acres could be bagged and sealed.

Five days later, which was after the Mid-Yuan Festival, Yan Junyu would join The Emperor on the autumn hunt and wouldn’t return until half a month later. He had agreed with Mo Yan that, twenty days later, on the first day of September, someone would be sent to transport the rice to Jing City. After that, Mo Yan wouldn’t need to worry about it.

Before Yan Junyu returned to Jing City, Mo Yan made the excuse of wanting to gift him a jar of grape wine, closed the door to enter Space, and dug out the oldest ginseng, leaving aside those two near thousand-year-old ones, along with a large bottle of Special Effect Sanqi Powder. Then she filled a water sack with Spirit Spring Water, packed them all into a large bundle, and also took a jar of grape wine, handing them to Yan Junyu, "This is for your autumn hunting trip. Should anything happen, these items should prove useful."

As for the life-saving Black Lingzhi, she planned to wait until they reached the hunting grounds before having Little Flower deliver some over, after all, fresh Black Lingzhi had the best medicinal effect!

Yan Junyu looked deeply at Mo Yan, said nothing, and carefully placed the bundle on the carriage himself. Then he boarded the carriage and left the Mo Family without looking back.

...

That night, in the study of Jingshan Villa.

The sky was adorned with a desolate bright moon, casting wavering shadows as the breeze blew through the window onto Chu Heng’s face, making his originally gentle features appear a bit more chilled and gaunt. His cheeks were sunken, and his face was tinged with an unnatural greenish-black hue, indicating that his illness had worsened yet again.

Xiao Ruiyuan, with an emotionless expression, watched Chu Heng’s back, eyes filled with helplessness and worry, "Your Highness, the autumn hunt is not worth the risk for you!"

He had never imagined that his cousin would request to join this autumn hunt. Given his cousin’s frail health, he was completely unfit for such long travels, even though Jing City was only a short day’s journey from the hunting grounds.

Chu Heng did not turn around, his hand slowly lifting in the shadow, placing it under the bleak moonlight. His already pale hand looked even more ghostly white and eerie.

He clenched his fist, a moment of resoluteness flashed across his face, "Hanzhang, I have made up my mind; there is no need to persuade me further!"

He had only a few days left to live; if he did not go now, he would never get the chance again! If he missed this opportunity, he would be unable to personally take revenge, to avenge his mother. The only motivation he had left to live was revenge!

Chu Heng seldom referred to himself as "I" in front of Xiao Ruiyuan, and the barely perceptible oddity in his tone made Xiao Ruiyuan furrow his brow. He walked to Chu Heng’s front, not missing the fleeting murderous intent on his face, feeling a chill in his heart, yet also a sense of powerlessness, "Your Highness, it’s not worth it. You still have Hanzhang!"

Those people are not worth giving up your last glimmer of hope for, not worth the risk, and certainly not worth getting your hands dirty for! Even if it comes to the last moment, if you can’t take revenge with your own hands, I will avenge you and your aunt!

Chu Heng gave a slight smile, but the smile was tinged with strands of mournful suffocation, "Hanzhang, let those people live in comfort for so many years. Cousin can’t stand it anymore! Before cousin dies, the only thing I want to do is to personally avenge my mother and myself. Otherwise, I will never rest in peace even in death!"

If he could, he would much rather sit in that seat and manipulate his enemies with applause, but he no longer had time!

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