Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Yang Ye descends from the mountain, his forehead slick with sweat. In this scorching weather, he’s lost his usual royal grace and poise, manifesting the mundane qualities of an ordinary man.

Qiao Xiaomai hands him a bowl of iced fruit smoothie. “Try this, Your Highness.”

Unlike the future world, where a great variety of fruit is available, the smoothie contains only some mulberries, peaches, apricots, and dates.

Nonetheless, Yang Ye doesn’t mind. He takes the large bowl, grabs a spoon and starts to eat hungrily.

The icy sweet fruit cools his heated body. He squints his eyes in satisfaction and comments, “Not bad.”

With a smile, Qiao Xiaomai asks, “Where is Prince Duan?”

“Still on the mountain with Cen Hong, planning the exploration of the secret tunnel,” replies Yang Ye.

“All, I see,” responds Xiaomai. “I might join them after lunch.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Ye glances at her and nods in approval, “Okay.”

Soon, the cold noodles are served, tasting refreshing and chewy. Yang Ye can’t help but praise, “Nicely done! You keep coming up with fresh ideas.”

He clicks his tongue, leaving his sentence unfinished, yet his meaning clear.

Smiling, Xiaomai points at the vegetable garden, “Once the chili peppers are ready, we can chop them, pour hot oil over and make chilli oil to add into the cold noodle. It will taste even better.”

“I’ll remember that,” Yang Ye’s gaze drifts towards the small patch of garden space.

He clearly recalls the delightful taste of the chili oil cucumber Xiaomai prepared once.

Therefore, Xiaomai must stay alive.

She must live a long life because losing her would mean losing many beautiful things in life.

After finishing lunch, Yang Ye doesn’t take a break but heads right back to the mountain.

The treasure was gone, making all efforts pointless. But to prevent Yang Wang and Cen Hong from creating any further problems, he needs to stay and keep an eye on them.

Xiaomai and her family join to watch the fun.

Cen Hong’s brought a hundred soldiers over from Huai’an County. By the time Xiaomai and Yang Ye arrive, the secret tunnel has already transformed significantly.

All dust has been swept away, with torches placed every ten meters making the once gloomy tunnel bright.

“What’s the situation now?” Yang Ye asked Ma Dongshu, who was standing off to the side.

Ma Dongshu has been keeping watch here without descending the mountain. Pointing to the tunnel, he comments, “This tunnel can only be described as a work of extraordinary craftsmanship. It is tall enough for a man to walk upright and wide enough for five to walk side by side. The bricks used for the tunnel floor, walls, and ceiling are identical and made from a particular kind of clay.” “These are not the type of bricks used by poor families for building houses. I personally tested their hardness which is unusually high. Even swords find it hard to break them.”

“The general tried to cut one chunk with his hand, using internal strength for protection. But he only managed it after his hand was covered in blood.”

Yang Ye chuckles upon hearing this. In his mind, he thinks: idiot.

Showing a suitable degree of surprise, Xiaomai asks, “Are there really bricks that hard in the world?”

“Yes,” Ma Dongshu points to the tunnel. “This tunnel stretches from here all the way to the foot of the mountain, nearly ten miles. The entire tunnel is built with these kinds of bricks.”

Yang Ye raises an eyebrow at the news, “Doesn’t seem like a job for humans.” “Indeed, General Cen, Prince Duan, and I discussed and agreed. This tunnel must have been built for storing something… that object…” Ma Dongshu hesitates.

“What?” questions Yang Ye.

“Have you ever heard about the ancient treasure of the previous dynasty, Your Highness?” Ma Dongshu asks.

“Of course,” Yang Ye tilts his head to look at Ma Dongshu, his eyes dancing with amusement.

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