In the twenty-seventh year of the Jingyan reign. The Emperor of the Tang Region feared that the realm had become too peaceful. At the beginning of the twelfth month, the Tang Region’s army moved to the Yan Region’s border as expected. Now, hundreds of thousands of troops from both regions were facing off. The Emperor of Tang officially declared war, prompting Yan Region to swiftly evacuate its citizens from the border areas. Snow fell at dawn, blanketing the ground in white and turning the valleys into snowy fields. “General, we’ve captured two enemies,” a report came from outside the residence. The soldier reporting wore a black uniform woven with Tiejin silk, indicating a high-ranking position in the army. Yong Saiweihao, dressed in a black and gold military uniform, looked up from his plans for troop deployment and military formation. His sharp eyes darkened momentarily before returning to their usual calm. “What did they reveal?” “They refused to speak, General. We searched for them but found nothing. They were loitering near our supply unit, likely attempting to sabotage it,” the soldier reported, his voice trembling slightly. The supply unit had the highest security, and enemy intrusion indicated a lapse in their security measures. “Punish all the supply unit guards according to military law. Replace them with new people,” the flat voice filled with a hint of coldness echoed. “Y... Yes, General!” Punish according to military law? Just the thought of it sent shivers down the soldier’s spine and raised goosebumps on his arms. The military laws of Yan were extremely harsh. It was because after the Young General got his position, he revised the military law with the approval of the royal court and the Emperor. The new laws imposed severe penalties on soldiers who committed errors or neglected their duties, causing the low-rank soldiers to have to go through rigorous training. “Lock them up. I will interrogate them myself.” “Understood!” If the Young General was going to interrogate them personally, it meant certain doom for the two enemies. While the border between Tang and Yan was tense, and the people were terrified of the impending war, Fengfu City in northern Yan was like paradise. Fengfu had become the most prosperous city in the Yan Region. Although much of the land was unsuitable for cultivation, the cooperation of the Fengfu City Farmers Association made it possible to find crops and suitable fertilizers for the growth of each crop. Established over three years ago, the Fengfu City Farmers Association had thousands of members and had expanded the agricultural area till the Fengfu City became the city with the highest number of agricultural spirit energy cultivators in Yan Region. It also became the third-highest city in terms of tax revenue in the entire region. At this time, Governor Xin and Master He were beloved by the people. The Governor was promoted to a fourth-rank noble, while Master He was promoted to a seventh-rank noble. The Emperor praised Fengfu City as a model for development in various aspects. Now, the city walls on all sides were demolished to expand the city to encompass most of the agricultural area, making it easier for the government soldiers to manage. Fengfu City was bustling with people—merchants, scholars, martial artists, and even pilgrims—all traveling to the city for different purposes. Fengfu now had everything: shops, pharmacies, schools, health facilities, temples, primary spirit energy cultivation academies, libraries, gambling dens, auction houses, horse racetracks, and even brothels. Fengfu had grown larger than some of the major cities in the Yan Region. Further north, the Fu Zhenzhu weaving factory was busy preparing goods for a major client. “Hurry up and pile everything here first. This batch needs to be sent out quickly. The army needs a large quantity,” a young girl urged the workers to move the military uniforms to the warehouse before hastily packing them into dimensional rings, fearing she couldn’t send it in time for their use. “Miss, Young Master Tiao has broken the silk cocoon boiling pot again,” Yu Ning walked into the warehouse with a sullen face to report her mistress of the problem. She wondered when the lady would stop bringing Young Master Tiao to the weaving factory. It would be fine if he just visited, but every time the young master came, he broke her silk cocoon boiling pot. Lady Zhu always sided with him, punishing him lightly and telling her to buy a new pot. But these pots were ordered from another city, requiring time for delivery. Until the new pots arrived, the silk reeling process had to be delayed. The new batch of over thirty thousand military uniforms needed to be delivered to the army in time. As the person directly responsible for managing the weaving operations, Yu Ning could only cry internally. “Miss!” Yu Ning needed to seek justice for herself. What’s with Master Tiao? Did he only know how to produce but not how to take care of the child? Why let his son bother others daily ? “Ah, why so stressed? Fine, I won’t bring him here anymore. Happy now?” Zhenzhu clicked her tongue in frustration. Did she want to bring Tiao Huizong here every day? It was Master Tiao who didn’t take good care of his son, leaving him with others every day. Did he think he was the only one who was busy? Everyone was busy with their work too. She had to work every day to ensure timely deliveries for the stoic Young General. If the deliveries were even a day late, he would send his cute soldiers with their long beards to demand explanations. She didn’t get along well with burly men with cute looking faces, so she had to oversee the production herself, working day and night. "Big Sister Zhu, does Zong’er cannot come here anymore? Zong’er wants to help Big Sister Zhu work," came the small voice of a three-year-old boy from behind Yu Ning. When she turned to the source of the voice, she saw an adorable child with a small dimple on his cheek. His smooth cheeks looked like they had steamed buns stuck to them, making people want to pinch them out of sheer cuteness. His clear eyes were exactly like He Yu’s when he was young. He blinked his big innocent eyes and looked at Zhenzhu with a pitiful expression that he seemed able to control its effect. Zhenzhu’s heart had already melted. "Of course, you can." "Miss!" Yu Ning protested. Hadn’t she just said she wouldn’t bring Young Master Tiao here anymore? How could she forget in less than a ke? Her mistress was becoming forgetful. "Ah, fine, fine. You look so scary; I won’t bring him anymore. How about I send a fast horse to buy five hundred pots for you?" "A hundred pots will suffice, Miss," Yu Ning said. "Hey, you’re becoming more like Peipei every day. Go, go, get back to your work. I promised, didn’t I?" Finally, Yu Ning left, appeased by the promise of a hundred silk cocoon boiling pots. “Big Sister Zhu,” tears welled up in Huizong’s eyes. "I’m sorry for breaking the pot. I just wanted to help the workers carry it," the little boy said pitifully. He really just wanted to help; he didn’t mean for anything to go wrong. "It’s alright, it’s alright. Next time, you must be more careful. Didn’t I tell you that you have much strength? You only need to use as much strength as you would to swat a mosquito." Zhenzhu patted the boy’s head. Tiao Huizong was quite an unusual child. He had an extraordinary amount of strength. He was this young yet he could shatter stone with a punch. Consequently, whenever he handled anything, he inadvertently used his usual force, causing a lot of damage. Master Tiao had to buy a new pair of leather shoes for his son every day because Huizong frequently wore them out by running around and accidentally kicking rocks or logs. The boy himself was never hurt; it was always the stones and his shoes that suffered. "Alright then. Next time, Big Sister Zhu won’t bring you here until you learn to use just enough strength to swat a mosquito. Is that okay?" "Okay," the boy looked downcast. "Alright, wait here while Big Sister Zhu supervises the workers, and then I’ll take you home," Zhenzhu said, telling Huizong to sit and wait for her. She then instructed the workers to store the goods in two dimensional rings. One ring held ten thousand military uniforms, while the second contained another two hundred uniforms inscribed with Enduring Character. The uniforms Zhenzhu sold to the army included both those with and without character, as she couldn’t inscribe every uniform. Nevertheless, Yong Saiweihao still ordered some character-inscribed uniforms for the higher-ranking soldiers. Zhenzhu could currently inscribe characters four times a day with her silver-tier spirit energy. The higher the tier of spirit energy, the harder it was to advance. Now at the silver-tier, she could create 325 spirit energy channels, but despite her dedication to training, her progress was still slow. Zhenzhu put all the military uniforms that the workers had carried into her dimensional ring before heading to Ruyi Pharmacy to return Huizong to Mastert Tiao. However, before she could reach the Ruyi Pharmacy, she saw townspeople pointing towards a small auction house located in a deep alley. This auction house was known to few, mainly locals and old customers. Zhenzhu was puzzled about why the townspeople were so excited. “Hurry up! Young Master Yu is going to auction off a painting today.” “At the Zhadou Auction House? Why would Young Mastevisitorsction off his paintings at such a place with no visitor? Will anyone even go to bid?” “How could they not? Didn’t you see the crowd in front of the auction house? Hurry up.” Hearing what the townspeople were saying, Zhenzhu smiled. Her little Yu’er had now become the youngest painter in town. He could create paintings that evoked the painting’s realm. His skills had improved significantly. Her efforts to buy paper for him to practice drawing every day had paid off. Zhenzhu looked away from the auction house and took Huizong straight to Ruyi Pharmacy. “Master Tiao, I’ve brought this little ball back. Today he broke ten pots, each worth five taels, totaling fifty taels.” Seeing Master Tiao come out, she immediately held out her hand for the money. How could her silk cocoon boiling pots be cheap? She must use the high quality products. Hence, the high price. But fifty taels were nothing to Master Tiao. “Hey, you little one, you broke someone else’s things again?” “I... I...” No word came out from the little kid’s mouth. Huizong looked downcast. He looked at his father while blinking his eyes. He looked as pitiful as he could. “Alright, alright.” Master Tiao turned to grab a money pouch that Mi Fan had prepared, knowing the routine. Every time the young master came back, he cost the master money, so he had to be prepared. “Thank you, Master,” Zhenzhu smiled broadly, accepting the money pouch without hesitation. Whether a lot or a little, it was still money. The little one broke things in her house every day, so how could she not collect compensation from his father? It was practically a babysitting fee. Young Master Huizong was known by the townspeople as the only son of Master Tiao. Master Tiao was a middle-aged man without a wife until three years ago when he could no longer bear the loneliness and married a woman from another town. Shortly after, she gave birth to a son just four months after moving into the Tiao Manor, leading to rumors among townsfolk that Master Tiao and his Furen were impatient, had been intimate before the marriage. This became a lighthearted topic for the townspeople to casually talk about after a meal. However, it seemed the heavens were not kind; shortly after, Tiao Furen passed away from illness, leaving Young Master Tiao motherless from a very young age. After sending Huizong off, Zhenzhu made her way to the Fengfu City Farmers Association. This association had a designated venue for organizing various events and meetings among its members. When middlemen from other cities wanted to purchase the association’s produce for resale, they had to contact this venue first, as it was where the standard prices were set. Direct contact with the farmers was not permitted. With that condition, there was no underpricing or overpricing. The venue was a tall building constructed slightly away from the community, because there was an agricultural testing field of over a hundred mu behind it. The Governor and Master He oversaw and managed the place diligently. It didn’t take long for Zhenzhu to arrive. In front of the association stood a woman employee with delicate manner. She greeted customers cheerfully. Inside the building, numerous merchants from other cities regularly came to conduct business. "Lady He, you’ve arrived. Master He is in the office," the welcoming employee smiled at her as always. Zhiqu had been working here since the association’s inception and had watched this Lady He grow from a child to a blossoming young woman. Her lovely face now hinted at the beauty she would become, making Zhiqu feel a bit inferior. "Thank you, Sister Qu," Zhenzhu smiled slightly to her before heading into her father’s office. Upon opening the door, she saw He Lei reviewing a list of plant varieties scheduled for experimental planting in the association’s test fields. "Oh, Zhu’er, you’re here. Look at these, Yingtao and Heimei. I plan to test these varieties first. What do you think about planting them this season?" "That sounds good. The cold weather is just right." "Good. How did the delivery for the Young General go?" "It’s all taken care of, Father." "Ah, that’s good. Now, help me select some plant varieties for experimental planting." He Lei had been managing most of the affairs within the association, leaving the vegetable garden tasks to Aunt Zhou and Xin Xi. Meanwhile, He Ming had left to explore the martial world two years ago, accompanied by members of the Black Hawk Sect. Before leaving, he vowed to become a renowned martial artist, but so far, not even a whisper of his name had been heard. He only sent news once every three months. Zhenzhu diligently helped her father select the plant varieties for experimental planting. Fengfu City Farmers Association, other than gathered the farmers to set the standard prices for produce, He Lei also hired agricultural spirit energy cultivators specializing in various plant species to educate the farmers. Once their work at the association was completed, the father and daughter rode the carriage back home together. The carriage stopped in front of He Manor. Madam Wang was grinding Yuchong fruit at the front of the residence, assisted by Feng Yi, Feng Xian, and Peipei, along with three other servants helping Peipei. Zhenzhu agilely jumped off the carriage and walked to the back of the field to find Xin Xi. At this time, the He family’s vegetable garden was fully planted, covering a total area of 300 mu without any empty spaces. Every day, workers rotated shifts to tend to the vegetables and remove weeds. Xin Xi, who served as the head worker, was currently dipping a golden fish scale into a water storage pond. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝 "Big Sister Zhu." The young Xin Xi had grown significantly and become a young man with clean face. If he grew a bit more, the women in town would surely drop their handkerchiefs for him, unable to carry all of them back home. Xin Xi lifted his hand from the pond and carefully placed the golden fish scale inside his shirt pocket. Such a precious item could not be lost. The golden fish scale Xin Xi possessed was one that Zhenzhu had given him herself. After she advanced her spirit energy to the silver tier, the golden fish scale’s ability was enhanced, allowing it to replicate itself. Initially, Zhenzhu was extremely shocked and delighted by this. Unfortunately, a month later, the replicated scale disintegrated. However, this was still very beneficial to her because she no longer needed to prepare the water in the storage pond. She had given the scale to Xin Xi to take over this responsibility. At first, Xin Xi was so shocked by the miraculous nature of the golden fish scale that he refused to accept the replicated scale. Nevertheless, Zhenzhu managed to convince him. Since then, he had been able to handle all tasks on behalf of her and He Lei without missing a beat. He kept the replicated scale he got from her as if it were a precious treasure, and every month, Zhenzhu would create another replicated scale to give him for use. Now, Xin Xi had become the primary assistant to Lady Zhu and Master He. When workers or townspeople saw him, they showed him the same respect as they did Master He. This made Xin Xi deeply grateful for the kindness of Big Sister Zhu and Master He. "Xin Xi, have the workers dig another ten vegetable plots. I want to experiment with a new vegetable variety. I got these seeds from the south, and we need to find the best soil conditions for them to grow well." "Yes, Big Sister Zhu," he responded enthusiastically, determined to live up to Big Sister Zhu’s trust. Zhenzhu nodded in satisfaction. Suddenly, she saw a large white mountain slowly moving towards where she and Xin Xi stood. Who else could it be but Baihu? By now, it had grown to the size of a small mountain, twice the size of a good warhorse. Standing next to it made Zhenzhu feel like a tiny ant. "A’Zhu, where is the salted meat?" Ah... how could she have forgotten that she was supposed to buy salted meat for Baihu and Xiao She today? Look, it had come to remind her, but she hadn’t brought it back. What was she to do? "Ah... Baihu, I... I..." She stammered for a long time but couldn’t get any words out. "Baihu, my dear, don’t be angry. I’ll send a servant to buy it right now. Please wait a moment." Zhenzhu was about to reach out and stroke its mane, but the giant mountain turned and walked away, swishing its bottoms. Look at that, sulking just like a woman. 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