Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

"Jin Ming, I didn't expect you to be so capable. You planted such a large piece of land, but you eat all of it by yourself?"

Nan Jinming rolled his eyes at her, picked up the cloth around his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, the sun was not very strong today, but the weather was stuffy.

But since Yan Qiu is here, he can be used as free labor to help me. I am too lazy to spend so many days doing this myself.

Originally, harvesting the grain was done by men, while threshing was done by women because it required a lot of effort.

"I asked you to help me with the work. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Yan Qiu looked at Nan Jinming with aggrieved look, but did not dare to say it too obviously.

"I'm just thinking... it's too tiring for the two of us to work on such a large field. How about taking a break?"

Nan Jinming held the sickle in his hand, pursed his lips, and looked at Yan Qiu's face that was sunburned and his whole body was sweating. He was used to having a leisurely life on weekdays. How could a top scholar like him have ever done such rough work?

"Row."

Nan Jinming carried the cut rice ears in the basket to the edge of the field, and called Yan Qiu to come and sit down.

"Jin Ming, life is so hard, and you have been able to stick to it for so many years. I really admire you."

Yan Qiu walked over, taking one step at a time. The water had been heated up by the hot air, although it wasn't hot enough to burn her feet.

Yan Qiu was wearing Nan Jinming's coarse cloth clothes, which were tattered clothes specially worn for working in the fields. She tugged at her clothes. If Nan Jinming had not been kind to her and was not her only close friend in the world, she would have no choice but to obey her.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll stew a chicken for you tomorrow to replenish your body."

Nan Jinming glanced at her and spoke half-jokingly.

Yan Qiu pointed a finger at Nan Jinming's nose and said, "Really? Are you willing to kill a chicken for me?"

Nan Jinming set his sights on the high mountains in the distance. Behind the mountains was the capital city. He was unwilling to cross the mountains in front of him to recall and face the past, nor was he willing to take responsibility.

She chose to escape the fate and start over again, this time she chose to forge her own path.

"What are you thinking about?"

As Yan Qiu spoke, her eyes saw the green mountains, which were within sight but out of reach, so lonely that she could not touch them even if she stretched out her hand.

"Do you miss home?"

Nan Jinming turned to look at Yan Qiu, only to see that her expression was extremely serious.

"Jin Ming, you've been hiding for so long, it's time for you to come back with me."

"Back to where?"

Yan Qiu's expression rarely became serious, but Nan Jinming didn't care at all. What could she do?

Knock this person unconscious, drug him and take him away?

The reason why Nangong Jingcheng came here this time was actually because when he came to Yuecheng originally, he did not really hide his tracks and left some clues. He just hoped that Nangong Jingcheng could find Murong Beitang.

Nangong Jingcheng's infatuation with Murong Beitang is obvious to the whole world, but he is the only one who has never believed Murong Beitang's death. He just treats her as if she disappeared and has no news of her.

Over the years, Nangong Jingcheng almost went crazy, and his desire to find Murong Beitang became more and more crazy, even disregarding the reputation of his family.

"Come back to the capital with me, back to the Murong family."

Nan Jinming pointed to the high mountain in the distance, then said with a smile: "If one day, the high mountain in front of us disappears, I will go back with you."

Yan Qiu was silent.

Nan Jinming took the opportunity to wash his feet, climbed up the field, put on his backpack and headed towards home.

Yan Qiu sat on the edge of the field and looked at the mountains in front of him. He couldn't understand where the person who used to talk about his lofty ambitions in front of him had gone.