Quick Travel: Jing Yuan's Wanderings

With something on his mind, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan worked even harder when he went to work in the afternoon. He and his adopted son finished hoeing the remaining cornfield an hour in advance.

After instructing Jing Ping'an to find the scorer to check, he sat down on the wheat stubble.

I was silently preparing a draft for the evening's sounding-out trip.

This concerns my adopted son's lifelong event, so I can't be perfunctory about it.

If I mess up, I can't even imagine the consequences...

This world is so comfortable, he wants to stay longer to prepare for his future journey in the plane world and collect more useful information and supplies.

Scorers come and go in a hurry.

After a careful check, the father and son were each given 10 work points, and then they were hurriedly called away.

He is so busy, no wonder he is as thin as a bamboo pole. He is tired from walking!

Where there is comparison there is a sense of superiority.

I don’t know what the original owner thought.

Anyway, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan is very satisfied with his current job.

“Ping An, give me the bamboo basket, I will go cut the grass.

By the way, give me the hoe too, I’ll return it on the way.

Go take a look at the cotton fields on the riverbank. Your grandmother Guo is old, so go and help her with some work and do your best."

"Hey, I got it, Dad. I'll go right away."

Looking at Jing Ping'an's figure running away quickly, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan shook his head with amusement.

A vague image of Chu Jun and I making progress together and getting along sweetly when we were studying at the First Military Academy of the Federation emerged in my mind.

As for what exactly I learned, I just can't remember it.

Well, take it slow, there will always be a day when you can recover your strength.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan pounded his head, forcing himself not to think about those nonsense.

He carried a bamboo basket and a hoe and walked straight to the warehouse in the village where farm tools were stored.

After registering and returning the hoe to the person in charge, he strode towards the river north of the village.

The water plants are most luxuriant along the river bank.

……

Due to the death of his wife, the original owner's family did not adopt a mission pig this year. Instead, they searched around and bought two lambs to raise.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, I saw my well-behaved daughter holding a knife and preparing to kill a fish in the southwest corner.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly spoke out to stop them:

"Panpan, put down the knife quickly, I will kill the fish.

Take this grass to the backyard and feed the sheep."

Jing Panpan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her father came back. The fish was so cute. She was still young and just wanted to eat it, but she didn’t dare to kill it herself.

"Okay, I'll go feed the sheep now."

Having said that, he happily took the bamboo basket and ran to the backyard.

Hit the fish head with the back of the knife, dissect, scrape the scales, dig the gills...

Following the original owner's memory and imitating the instructions, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan worked skillfully, without a trace of unfamiliarity in his movements. In half a cup of tea, he had processed a fish.

As expected of a frontline soldier with distinguished military achievements, he is a talented killer.

"Hey, Yuanzi, killing fish."

Hearing the teasing, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan paused in his action of cleaning the fish.

When I looked up, I saw an old lady with gray hair and wearing navy blue clothes with patches on top of patches standing at the gate of the courtyard.

The person who came was Guo Caihe's grandmother, whose surname was Ji and name was Chunyu.

However, everyone habitually uses her husband's surname and calls her Aunt Guo or Grandma Guo.

The guerrilla settlement is mainly inhabited by people with the surname You, but people with other surnames also live together.

There is only one family with the surname Guo, so you can call them Aunt Guo or Grandma Guo without worrying about repetition or being taboo.

After all, calling her Aunt Ji or Grandma Ji always sounds a little disrespectful.

Seeing someone enter the yard, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan quickly stood up to greet him:

"Aunt Guo is here.

Panpan, quickly bring a stool over for your Grandma Guo and make a bowl of brown sugar water."

"Yuanzi, just do your thing and don't worry about me.

Panpan, just move a stool and pour a bowl of boiling water over.

Brown sugar water is nutritious and it’s just right for both of our children as they are growing up.

Don’t waste it on an old woman like me.”

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan immediately laughed and retorted, "As the saying goes, an old man in the family is like a treasure. How can it be considered a waste if I give him to you to drink?"

"Okay, Yuanzi, stop being naughty.

Ping'an said you had something to talk to me about, and hurriedly took over my job and let me come back.

Tell me, what’s going on?

You don't want me to teach Panpan how to cook fish, do you? "

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan was stunned when he heard this. Ping An, this brat, is definitely a scumbag!

Hey, now that you're already here, if not to find out the truth, when will you?

Ji Chunyu took the stool from Panpan and moved to sit next to Lieutenant General Jing Yuan.

"Auntie, I'm killing fish.

The smell is a bit strong, how about we go talk under the locust tree?"

Ji Chunyu waved his hand and said indifferently, "Tsk, that's nothing. Let's talk while we work, so as not to delay things."

Seeing that Aunt Guo was so straightforward, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan stopped wasting time and simply spoke frankly, talking in a low voice about the marriage of the two children.

"Aunt, what do you think of Ping An as a good match for your Cai He?"

Ji Chunyu was stunned. This question was too straightforward.

Seeing that Aunt Guo didn't say anything, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan quickly added chips for his family:

"Aunt, we have lived next door to each other for so many years. You must know what kind of personalities Ping An's mother and I have.

To be honest, Ping'an's mother has long taken a liking to Caihe and has been waiting to find a matchmaker to propose marriage to her after the Chinese New Year.

Alas, what a pity, he didn’t live long enough to marry a wife.

Don't worry, if the two children are born, you can move in directly and live here as if you were living in your own son's house. I will take care of you in your old age, break pots, and wear mourning clothes."

Ji Chunyu was shamelessly moved. Her own son died young, and no one wailed or thrashed the basin after his death. This had always been a knot in her heart.

"Yuanzi, is what you just said true?

I am old, but I am not deaf. You can't make fun of an old woman like me, can you?"

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan looked at the old lady with a determined look in his eyes, "I, Jing Yuan, always keep my word. If I say something, I will definitely do it.

Furthermore, my parents passed away early, and I have been grateful for your help over the years. You helped deliver Ping'an and Panpan in the middle of the night.

To be honest, I have long respected you as my own mother.

Even if you don't agree with the marriage of the two children, I am willing to smash the pot, cry for you, and wear mourning clothes!

If you are worried, you can find someone to be a witness."

Snapped!

Ji Chunyu slapped his thigh excitedly, "Because of your love for me, I agreed to Ping An and Cai He's relationship.

As for witnesses, there is no need for them. I have seen your character over the years and I still trust you.

You should find a matchmaker to come to our house tomorrow, and we, mother and I, will hurry up and arrange the marriages for our two children as soon as possible.

Now that we have a status, we can move around without attracting gossip.

By the way, when do you plan to let the two children get married?"

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan blinked. Is that it?

"Aunt, Ping An likes Cai He from the bottom of his heart!

As for Cai He's thoughts? Shouldn't you ask her in private?

What if, by some chance, she doesn't like Ping An and they end up being enemies again?"