Peaceful Farm Life

Chapter 732: Chapter 733 What a Pity_1

It was precisely because he grew more and more displeased with Gong Juechen that the Emperor of Xiyun stopped paying him any attention whatsoever—truly not sparing him a single glance, even when Gong Juechen spoke to him, he ignored him completely.

He simply ate his own meal, all the while playfully teasing the Su Yi Jing in his arms, showing every sign of doting on the little guy to the core of his bones.

Seated right across from the Emperor of Xiyun, Gong Juechen watched as he paid him no mind, his peach blossom eyes seeming to blink blankly for a moment, before suddenly lighting up and he said brightly, ”Old man, you’re treating Yi Jing as a substitute for Changyi, aren’t you?”

An Jing: ”...” Even if you figured it out, you shouldn’t blurt it out so carelessly.

The smile on the Emperor of Xiyun’s face stiffened for a moment, but then he continued to entertain Su Yi Jing in his arms, ignoring Gong Juechen completely.

Gong Juechen didn’t mind, and almost as if talking to himself, he added, ”That’s right, with Changyi’s temperament, he surely wouldn’t let you fuss over him like this. No wonder you dote on Yi Jing, who looks so much like Changyi, just to give yourself some psychological comfort.”

Emperor of Xiyun: ”...”

Apart from his Yi Er, who had ever caused him such loss of face? This man was truly courting death!

An Jing also thought Gong Juechen was courting death, but still said, ”Gong Juechen, can’t your mouth be stopped even with eating? Do you believe that, from now on, I won’t let you come to my house to freeload meals?!”

Without any shame, Gong Juechen hurriedly assented repeatedly, ”I believe it, I believe it. I won’t talk anymore, then I can always come over to freeload, right?”

Always...

An Jing was so frustrated he ended up laughing. This man was definitely an enormous oddball—no one could top his level of oddity!

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The Emperor of Xiyun was scheduled to stay at An Jing’s for five or six days before returning to the Capital. After consulting with Xiao Changyi, An Jing planned to take the Emperor of Xiyun around Qilin County once the child’s first birthday had passed.

The Emperor of Xiyun truly felt that anywhere by his adopted son Xiao Changyi’s side was safer than anywhere else. So wherever An Jing and Xiao Changyi took him for a stroll, he would happily tag along.

When they circled back, the Emperor of Xiyun once again saw the cotton planted in the fields by An Jing and Xiao Changyi.

Without entering the courtyard, the Emperor unconsciously walked towards the cotton field.

Standing beside the cotton field and observing the numerous cotton bolls on each plant, the Emperor was immediately filled with joy, gratefulness, and anticipation: ”There really are so many cotton bolls, there will surely be a lot of cotton flowers, and Xiyun can look forward to not having a single citizen freeze to death anymore!”

An Jing smiled and said, ”Last year we had even more cotton bolls. Didn’t we send a cotton quilt to you, and to Chengyu last year? The cotton in that quilt came from this very field.”

”It’s just unfortunate,” An Jing suddenly sighed, ”that we planted cotton again in this field this year, which led to a decreased yield and attracted more pests.”

The Emperor of Xiyun immediately frowned, ”Jingjing, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you can’t plant the same thing in the same field every year?”

An Jing responded, ”It’s best not to plant the same crop each year.”

Pausing for a moment, An Jing elaborated further, ”I hadn’t realized this before, but when I went to the Agricultural Institute and was assigned the task of pest and disease prevention, I studied the matter closely. Then, I discovered that if the same crop is planted in a field year after year, the harvest will diminish with each year, and the pest and disease problems will become increasingly severe.”