Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1651 - 1650: Heading to the Capital

"Hopefully." Tong Tiehu responded.

As far as life in the manor was concerned, though mobility was restricted, there was no lack of food or clothing, and one didn’t have to labor. It was quite leisurely.

Hopefully, Liu Lanfen was someone who knew contentment.

After discussing the matter, Qiao Changshun began talking about the manor. All was peaceful there, and everything was going well. Moreover, the fruit trees Qiao Xiaomai had planted on the hillside were finally bearing fruit.

However, the yield wasn’t much this year. By next year, they should be abundant.

Speaking of the fruit trees on the hillside, a look of regret involuntarily appeared on Qiao Xiaomai’s face. She had spent money buying them, watering them frequently with Spiritual Spring water, all in hopes of enjoying sweet fruit.

Now that she had settled in the Capital City, all the effort she’d put into watering with Spiritual Spring water had gone to waste.

Still, some fruit trees had been transplanted to the Field Manor this year, and they did bear fruit. She summoned a palace maid, instructing her to bring a few jars of fruit preserves from the warehouse.

She had made several kinds of preserves and stored them until now. The ones nurtured with Spiritual Spring water tasted quite extraordinary.

"You still have such treasures?" Tong Tiehu exclaimed in surprise.

"Not much left. If you hadn’t mentioned it, Grandpa, I would’ve forgotten about them. Lately, we’ve only been eating watermelon," Qiao Xiaomai explained with a laugh.

She had planted only a few fruit trees, just enough for her household. Since there wasn’t much, it didn’t stand out, especially with the ever-so-conspicuous watermelon.

There were still watermelons, stored in the ice cellar. With watermelons around, it became easy to forget about other fruits.

"Watermelon is great." Upon mentioning watermelon, Qiao Dami couldn’t help but chime in.

The manor’s watermelon had just been finished a few days earlier. In the dead of winter, with snow falling outside, the family burned the hearth indoors and sat warmly on the heated brick bed while eating watermelon. The taste was something one had to experience to truly understand.

Amused, Qiao Xiaomai reached out to ruffle his little head. "Next year, we’ll grow even more. Then you can eat it all year long."

This Field Manor had been formed by merging two properties under Yang Wenxiao’s arrangement, totaling 5,000 acres. These acres had now been put to full use, leaving no space for watermelon cultivation.

Previously, watermelons were grown on Yang Hao’s Imperial Manor, and crayfish were raised there too, but it clearly wasn’t enough. So, a few days ago, Yang Ye had ceded the manor in his possession, allowing Qiao Xiaomai to focus on cultivating watermelons with great effort.

The lingering frustrations caused by the grand promotion back in June had yet to dissipate entirely. Next year, they absolutely had to grow more watermelons—not just for the people of Daqi but also for the warriors of the Grassland!

"Where’s Mom? Why hasn’t she come back?" Qiao Dami snuggled closer against Qiao Xiaomai, asking.

"She’ll be back tomorrow." Qiao Xiaomai replied with a smile, patting his back gently.

Zhuang Lühe was currently traveling around the outskirts of the Capital City, which was essentially out of town. She couldn’t return at the moment. This past year, all her time had been dedicated to providing aid to the impoverished. According to the calculations of heavenly karma, the original soul’s next life would surely be born into a good home.

Even if a good birth wasn’t guaranteed, it certainly wouldn’t be as unfortunate as this lifetime.

If Zhuang Lühe spent the rest of her life entirely on helping the poor, there was a chance the soul’s next incarnation might even gain a cheat ability and become a winner in life.

Her previous life hadn’t been overly difficult, but this life... this golden cheat ability was so overpowering...

Was it her mother who was praying for her blessings?

The thought flashed briefly across Qiao Xiaomai’s mind. Pressing her lips together, she soon returned a smile to her face.

Dwelling on such uncertifiable things would only lead to melancholy.

That said...

Melancholy was still inevitable...

After such unremarkable days for so long, she found herself longing to experience vivid emotions—to act affectionately with her elders, to be spoiled by her loved one...

To live as a human meant there was no escaping feelings entirely.