Author: Mo Fanshuang

Erqing's father just mentioned this matter yesterday and took action today. Sure enough, men who have reached the high position of regent have different ideological consciousness, and their action and courage are first-rate.

"I'll draw it for you."

Chang Ning picked up a piece of bamboo and was about to draw a circle on the ground when Han Mingyuan grabbed his wrist.

He took the bamboo piece from Chang Ning's hand and stuffed a wooden stick into her, "There are sharp edges on the bamboo piece, so be careful to scratch your hand."

This careful move made Chang Ning's heart skip a beat, and she looked at him with even more affection.

She suppressed the throbbing in her heart and drew a circle around the hut.

She planned to build a side house next to the hut for use as a utility room or for raising pigs, so she had to reserve a rough space.

Han Mingyuan began to set up stakes along the site she drew.

Bamboo slices are not strong enough, so wooden stakes are usually driven every few meters in the middle of the fence to increase the firmness of the fence. After all, wild boars are very aggressive and ordinary fences cannot stop them.

One end of the stake has been sharpened on the other side of the bamboo forest, but there is no hammer at home. Chang Ning asked: "How about I borrow it from the village chief?"

Han Mingyuan smiled proudly, "No, I can nail it in."

As he finished speaking, Han Mingyuan held the wood with his left hand and turned the palm of his right hand to accumulate strength. He saw the dead leaves on the ground moving in the wind, and a strange feeling of the air being distorted flowing between Han Mingyuan's palms.

The next second, he slapped it with all his strength.

A muffled sound was heard, and the wooden pile was instantly buried a foot into the ground.

Han Mingyuan withdrew the wind from his palm and exhaled a breath of turbid air. He had not been able to control his internal strength for too long, and he accidentally overdid it and penetrated deeply.

"Well, I missed it. I pulled it out and took another shot." Han Mingyuan smiled awkwardly, then reached out to pull out the stake.

Chang Ning swallowed secretly, thinking guiltily that if that palm had hit her Tianlingai just now, her brain would have been shattered.

Thinking of the wild rabbits whose brains he had smashed with stones, Chang Ning felt that it would be better not to treat Han Mingyuan too harshly if necessary.

For example, give him some pocket money appropriately?

"Um, you do it again?"

The brief panic was finally driven by curiosity, and Chang Ning ordered Han Mingyuan to continue.

Han Mingyuan saw that she was very interested, with a little admiration in her eyes. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and he coyly picked up a wooden stick and drove another wooden stake two meters away.

Chang Ning stepped forward and pulled the wooden stake up, but it didn't move at all. She looked at Han Mingyuan and praised it: "Amazing, quite amazing!"

Her strength is no longer weak, and even she can't pull it out. You can imagine how deep it is.

It was rare for Han Mingyuan to experience the elation of being praised to the sky. He seemed to be happier than when he was young and won a battle and was respected by the soldiers.

Han Mingyuan saw this kind of admiring look when he first entered the battlefield. Later, as his reputation for killing became more and more popular, people no longer looked at him with admiration, only with fear.

Now that I see this pure admiration, I actually remember a bit of the arrogance I had when I was young.

At that time, he was free and unrestrained, riding his horse and singing, not afraid of the treacherous situation in the court, and the rapid changes on the battlefield. At the age of eighteen, he defeated a hundred thousand enemies on the southern barbarian battlefield and beheaded thirteen people. What an infinite glory!

Considering the age gap between him and Chang Ning, she must have been only eight years old at the time!

If she could witness with her own eyes how proud she was, she wouldn't be dazzled by Long Xiang, a man who only knows how to play with the emperor's mind!

Unfortunately, time waits for no one.

When Han Mingyuan was recalling his past glory, Chang Ning held a wooden stake next to him and imitated Han Mingyuan. He patted it twice. The wooden stake was three-thirds into the soil (in ancient times, three thirds was 1 centimeter), and then his hand hurt.

Han Mingyuan took the wooden stake from her hand and said dotingly: "I'll do it!"

Chang Ning felt a little resentful and asked: "How long did it take you to practice to reach this level?"

"I started practicing martial arts at the age of three."

Chang Ning held her chin up and remembered that the book described that Han Mingyuan entered the military camp at the age of thirteen, and was promoted to the high position of regent at the age of twenty-three. The regency lasted for five years, which means that he should be twenty-eighty-nine years old now.

"You have been practicing martial arts for twenty-five years?" Chang Ning said in surprise: "Do you think I still have a chance?"

Han Mingyuan looked her up and down and chose to tell the truth: "You have missed the best time to practice martial arts. If you start practicing now, you won't gain much."

"I'm a little disappointed, but thank you for speaking out."

Internal strength requires a huge amount of time and energy, and Chang Ning doesn't have that much time if he wants to farm.

What's more, even if she has no internal strength, she is not a helpless person.

Since she couldn't help, Chang Ning didn't disturb Han Mingyuan's work and went back to cook her meal quietly.

Hanmingyuan's inner strength was really deep. He drove more than a dozen stakes in a row as if nothing was wrong, and then started planting fences again without stopping.

The fences need to be criss-crossed and inserted into the soil, and then tied together with hemp ropes in the middle. It doesn't seem difficult, but it takes some effort to tie down hundreds of them.

Chang Ning felt that the decision to save Han Mingyuan was very correct. At least this man's labor force could catch up with several of hers.

Especially after he recovered, his physical strength was so strong that even the two cows in Yang Fan's family couldn't keep up.

Hanmingyuan stopped for lunch on the way, and continued working on the fence in the afternoon. He worked until sundown before finishing all the work.

Looking at the small yard that is beginning to take shape, it is much more pleasing to the eye than when they first moved in.

Chang Ning used the remaining bamboo pieces to enclose a small area in the corner of the yard, and planned to plant some more onions and garlic, which would be readily available when needed for cooking in the future.

The next day, Chang Ning and Han Mingyuan got up early to collect the remaining spinach.

As soon as he arrived in the field, Chang Ning felt something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

Han Mingyuan saw her in a daze and asked.

“There’s less food!”

She has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, so when sowing seeds, the distance between the pits is only a few centimeters. Like spinach, if there is a pit for each vegetable, it is easy to see if there is one plant missing in the middle.

Nowadays, there are at least twenty sparse trees in the vegetable field.

"It must have been stolen by someone in the village. Do you want to tell the village chief?"

Chang Ning thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Forget it, someone in the village probably wanted to try it, so they came to pick it at night. They all belong to the neighbors, so there is nothing wrong with picking it."

This kind of thing happens all the time in the countryside. It's common to pick vegetables and melons secretly from other people's fields. As long as it's not too much, the owner usually won't pursue it particularly.

And since there is no monitoring, it would be troublesome to pursue the case.

"You must think clearly." Han Mingyuan reminded: "Human greed is endless."

"That's it this time. If there's another time, I won't tolerate it!"

Chang Ning stretched out his hand and wiped his neck, and said fiercely.
Chapter completed!