In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 936 - 941: Sow Good Seeds for a Good Harvest

Chapter 936: Chapter 941: Sow Good Seeds for a Good Harvest

A cunning informant quickly ran off into the distance, he was clearly going to give a warning.

The crazy Taoist priest sneered but did not stop him. Instead, he paced slowly to the base of the city wall and started inspecting it carefully.

If he had not miscalculated, the object of his search lay beneath this section of the city wall.

That so-called dragon might must have been its doing.

Unexpectedly, it was playing right into his hands!

The saying goes that for every good deed, there is a good return. He hoped that his actions today could be the stepping stone to accessing that good return!

He stared at the base of the wall for a long time, then suddenly lifted his priest robe, took a quick step, and leapt straight into the moat.

"Wow! What is he doing? Is he trying to kill himself?"

Although the onlookers couldn’t see clearly from afar, they still saw him dive into the moat.

One should know that at this moment, the moat of Xiangyang City was filled with numerous ingenious traps and hidden arrows; ordinary people wouldn’t dare to go into the water unprepared, not even the soldiers and civilians who were working on the fortifications by the moat.

Yet, the man had plunged straight in, which made them worry.

The onlookers exchanged glances, seeing surprise in each other’s eyes, and then encouraged one another, "Let’s go and see what’s really happening?"

Encouraging each other, they slowly moved towards the section of the city wall where the crazy Taoist priest had jumped down...

Just at that moment, there was a sudden explosion in the moat!

The next second, a huge wave several meters high surged up, and amidst the exclamations of the crowd, a figure suddenly sprang from the moat.

Before they could get a clear look, they saw the Taoist priest had already leapt onto the city wall, a hearty laugh emanating from his mouth, ringing painfully in the ears of the onlookers. They hadn’t understood what happened when they saw an odd, charcoal-like lump in the Taoist priest’s hand.

He examined it closely for a while, then hurried to his donkey, mounted it, and left in an unhurried pace.

A distant voice carried by the wind followed, "Tell your general, there’s no need to send men after Poor Daoist. Later, Poor Daoist Liao Chen will personally meet Emperor Jiantai. Farewell!"

By the time General Mo arrived with his troops, all they saw was the donkey disappearing over the horizon.

After hearing the report from his subordinates, General Mo flew into a rage immediately.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings! You’re telling me that all of you couldn’t handle one crazy Taoist priest? Have all these years of food gone to the dogs? Chase him!"

Chase what?

The few subordinates exchanged looks hesitantly, then reluctantly stepped forward, "General, it’s not that we didn’t want to pursue him. But that man is truly formidable. We didn’t even see how he made his move, and he wiped the floor with all of us. We suspect that if he chose to act, perhaps all of us here combined wouldn’t be a match for Taoist Priest Liao Chen."

"Hmph! I think all of you are cowards, only good for boasting others and undermining your own morale! Weren’t you saying he was just a crazed Taoist priest without a good two pounds of flesh on him? Could he really do anything to you?"

General Mo thundered in fury, ordering some to give chase and insisting on capturing the monk. At the same time, he ordered others to inspect the wall.

After pondering deeply, the name Liao Chen... sounded very familiar to the general, as if he had heard it mentioned somewhere before.

General Mo racked his brain.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off, and he slapped his forehead.

"So it’s him!"

Liao Chen, wasn’t that the master who had once provided guidance to Prince Xuan’s heir?

He had an epiphany!

No wonder his men said they weren’t a match for the opponent. How could such a formidable person be dealt with by these small fry!

As expected, the pursuers quickly returned to report that they had chased only about two miles when the person who had been just ahead of them suddenly disappeared without a trace, never to be found again.

And the expression on the faces of the craftsmen who went to examine the city wall was not good at all!

"General, the foundation of that section of the wall has been damaged, and it appears to be the work of that crazy Taoist priest. Please make a decision, General!"

The centurion who had come before went weak in the legs and collapsed on the ground.

He was in charge of that section of the wall!

If only he had known how quickly retribution would come for cursing the crazy Taoist priest!

−

In Luoyan Village.

The "Washing Three" celebration for Little Sugar Bean had taken place a few days earlier, and, overall, it had been lively and bustling, with only one discordant element, and everything else was very good.

Su Pan’er was also resting comfortably, eating well and sleeping well to recuperate.

Seven days later, when the bandage on Shuang’er’s head was removed, a scar shaped like a crescent moon was revealed, looking just like the one on the forehead of Bao Qingtian from folklore, causing people to wonder and feel an indescribable pain at the sight!

Even Shuang’er herself, despite being prepared, couldn’t help but cry the instant she took off the bandage and looked in the mirror.

How would a girl with such a scar on her forehead face people in the future?

"Third auntie, I, I can’t live like this, woo woo..."

Shuang’er cried heartbreakingly and buried herself in Su Pan’er’s embrace.

"Don’t cry! Trust third auntie, have I ever failed to fulfill a promise to you?"

Su Pan’er spoke softly, comforting her.

"Really?"

Shuang’er stopped crying and lifted her tear-filled eyes, looking at Su Pan’er with hopeful gaze: "Third auntie, with such a big wound on my forehead, will it really not leave a scar?"

"No, it won’t. If third auntie says there won’t be a scar, there won’t be. Don’t worry!"

What Su Pan’er didn’t say was that she had already prepared the formula for the medicated cream for Shuang’er’s wound. As soon as the scab on her forehead fell off, they could begin applying the medication.

"Third brother’s wife, Shuang’er is just a child and doesn’t understand much. Please don’t take it to heart. She is simply frightened by the wound and didn’t mean anything by it."

Qin Yueshi followed into the room, somewhat embarrassedly reaching out to pull Shuang’er away.

It made Su Pan’er quite amused to see this.

"Eldest sister-in-law, don’t worry. Shuang’er likes me, her third auntie, and I like her too. Besides, it’s a matter I can help with—if I couldn’t, I wouldn’t have promised her, would I?"

Her words reassured Qin Yueshi, who couldn’t help but reveal a relaxed smile.

She took a stool and sat down beside Su Pan’er’s bed, turning to see Shuang’er happily chatting and laughing with Little Yanyan, and the two young ladies were teasing Little Sugar Bean, who was sleeping sweetly, with laughter occasionally drifting in.

Delighted by the scene, Qin Yueshi looked around, then lowered her voice.

"Father-in-law said that mother-in-law’s mental illness has flared up again recently and is planning to send her to the Zen Moon nunnery to recuperate. They said she’d be sent away today, so I slipped out early, before dawn, to avoid being caught in the middle and criticized by everyone."

She sighed expressively.

Mrs. Qin-Li was not the kind of person who would be grateful for your kindness.

No matter how much you gave her, it would never fill the bottomless pit or the dark abyss in her heart.