Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm - Chapter 1775 - 1774: Return to Daqi
Chapter 1775: Chapter 1774: Return to Daqi
While cursing others as fools, Bei Yun was actually helping this fool a lot in practice—he started crafting the antidote to detoxify Jiufeng.
Jiufeng, after all, was someone who got dragged into a cult at a young age, ended up with warped values, and behaved in ways quite unlike ordinary people.
According to Qiao Xiaomai, this person had traces of animalistic tendencies in her too, much like Bei Yun. She didn’t take human life too seriously, though she wouldn’t kill indiscriminately. Instead, when she was in a bad mood, she’d go to the Royal Family asking for things, beat up the cult leader herself, or head out wildly destroying and looting in nature.
When Bei Yun was in a foul mood, he’d take it out on others for amusement, finding joy in others’ misery. Jiufeng, however, still had a sliver of conscience—when upset, she’d release her anger on flowers, grass, or mounds of earth, refraining from unnecessary killing.
An eye for an eye, a debt for a debtor—if there’s a grudge, confront your enemy, not society. That’s good—very good.
In this aspect, she was somewhat like Qiao Xiaomai. In the past, whenever Xiaomai got frustrated, she’d channel her fury into furiously ruining things. But since she didn’t know Martial Arts, she could only rely on brute strength to wreck havoc.
Because of this, Qiao Xiaomai considered Jiufeng an acceptable companion. At the very least, she kept to a moral baseline, which made her much better than Bei Yun.
After spending a long time together, there was one occasion where, amidst their teasing and joking, Qiao Xiaomai jokingly suggested that Bei Yun simply pair up with Jiufeng.
Jiufeng was 28 years old, which—by ancient standards—made her an unequivocally unmarried older woman. Bei Yun, meanwhile, was an older bachelor. Their ages were close, their Martial Arts skills were comparable, and their life experiences were similar. Jiufeng practically seemed tailor-made for Bei Yun.
Qiao Xiaomai’s remark earned her an eye roll from Bei Yun. He fancied someone more like Bei Lingsu—the talented aristocratic maiden.
Definitely not some fool.
Besides, his life had been hard enough already. Why on earth would he pair up with someone just as troubled? What would they do—combine forces to brew herbal medicine?
It’s difficult for people of the same kind to stay together. He wanted someone who could bring him sweetness and warmth.
When Qiao Xiaomai heard his list of demands, she simply shot back two words: “Ha. Ha.”
Across the land they roamed, it was genuinely hard to find someone more suited for Bei Yun than Jiufeng. Hidden aristocratic clans weren’t exactly easy to track down.
Women like Bei Lingsu were rare precisely because of their scarcity. If they were everywhere, would they still be considered prodigies?
Qiao Xiaomai mercilessly mocked Bei Yun for his lofty standards, but he paid no mind and continued steadily working on his antidote.
By the time they were ready to set off again, he had successfully detoxified Jiufeng.
Jiufeng had no real quarrel with Bei Yun; on the contrary, he was her benefactor. After spending half a year with them, she had grown fond of Qiao Xiaomai and her group. She expressed a desire to continue traveling with their caravan.
Traveling together was no problem—having another skilled fighter wouldn’t hurt.
Thus, the caravan resumed wandering through several small nations. Actually, Qiao Xiaomai had already found cotton by this point, but to keep up appearances—and also to gather more cotton—she continued touring alongside Tong Sanlang in the small kingdoms.
Cotton—Qiao Xiaomai had only seen fully bloomed white cotton before. She hadn’t seen what cotton plants looked like in earlier stages or during flowering, so she didn’t recognize it at first. Once she did, she remarked that the flowers were beautiful and decided to bring them back to Daqi.
Not to mention the fruit they produced—fluffy like wool—seemed perfect for weaving. She needed to collect more.
Bei Yun wasn’t interested in this pursuit and let her do as she pleased. As a result, the number of vehicles in the caravan steadily increased, and almost all the new ones were stuffed full of cotton.
After roaming around these small nations for a while, Qiao Xiaomai, Tong Sanlang, and their group set out on the journey home.
