Chapter 502: Wheat in the Fields Deliberately Destroyed

Scorching heat!

Nan Qinghuan didn't struggle either, knowing she wouldn't act rashly; her body was still recovering, so that act was forbidden.

Ying also knew that, so he didn't force it; he simply held her quietly, feeling the two of their heartbeats, and at the thought of A Mu's words, Ying's complexion turned sour.

Nan Qinghuan then recalled what senior brother had just said; after holding him for a while she slowly pushed him away, "Did the witch die? Why did she want to harm me?"

Hearing her ask about the witch, his face darkened but he still nodded, "She's dead; I had the Wolf Pack eat her."

Nan Qinghuan seemed very calm, for if it were her she would have killed that woman without hesitation. She couldn't understand why the witch wanted to kill her—did they have a feud? Since she arrived, some people had indeed disliked her, but all of that had been resolved. How could the witch still seek her life? What's the story? "Why did you try to kill me and the child, have you asked?"

Ying looked very embarrassed, but seeing Nan Qinghuan's questioning, he realized he couldn't keep silent.

After a moment, he gently reached for Nan Qinghuan's hand, "Qinghuan, listen to me. The witch isn't someone else; she's A Yue's mother. Do you still remember A Yue?"

"A Yue?"

Nan Qinghuan stared at him in astonishment; A Yue—she quickly searched her mind for this person, and soon recalled Shamaness A Yue, whom she naturally remembered.

"So that's it. No wonder she hates me so much. Since she's A Yue's mother, how could she find such a good opportunity to attend my delivery?"

Ying felt ashamed, "It's my fault. I know she's famous for delivering births in Jiuzhou; many people were saved by her. I thought she would keep you and the child safe, but I was wrong. I didn't expect she was A Yue's mother; she wants to avenge A Yue and kill you both. Qinghuan, I'm sorry."

"Fine, since she's dead we won't pursue it. But Ying, superstition can really kill people. Aurora's skill is good; in the future, any woman giving birth can go to her, no problem."

Keeping Aurora was the right choice; in her view Aurora can not only deliver births but also teach children to read—a win‑win, how wonderful. If this ancient place could receive a few more modern time‑travelers, development would be even faster.

Ying now believed Aurora could deliver, and naturally trusted her, "I trust her ability. Alright, I'll go simmer some bone broth for you to drink."

Ying parked the vehicle and prepared to go make the broth, but Nan Qinghuan suddenly thought of something, "Wait a moment."

"What is it?"

Soon, under Ying's careful care, Nan Qinghuan could finally get out of bed and walk; staying lying down forever won't do, life lies in movement. She planned to go out today to check on the wheat seedlings.

Of course, she had also told Ying that senior brother wanted to preserve the trees. Ying didn't expect Li Xiang to come and plead with her; in his view, as long as Li Xiang said a word, he could keep as much as he wanted, and he naturally wouldn't say another word. This showed that Li Xiang still kept his guard up.

Nevertheless, he said nothing more and just agreed.

The Small Town's population kept growing, so logging and house‑building increased. Looking around, the old Tribe's traces were gone; only the daily sounds of excavators and workers' shouts remained.

The tribespeople had completely abandoned their former survival habits; now they find work for themselves. Since the advent of money, everyone knows they must earn to live well—wear good clothes and live in good houses.

At noon, the sun grew hot.

The ancient weather was strange; although the time calculation said it was Spring, the heat was already intense, so one could wear very little, and Beast Skin and the like could no longer be worn.

So a fabric called ice‑silk appeared on the market; though not as good as modern ones, it was very light, and with the advent of silk, life was greatly enriched.

Beast Skin and leaves were no longer seen here; even the poorest families now wore coarse Hemp Robes.

At noon, Nan Qinghuan took Aurora and Yao to check the wheat seedlings in the Farmland; as soon as they arrived, many people greeted them.

Very enthusiastic.

"Qinghuan's here, Qinghuan, look at my wheat seedlings—what's wrong, why are they so small?"

"Yes, Qinghuan, mine too; a few days ago they were fine, how did they become eaten like this now?"

Some here are former tribespeople, others are those who settled from outside; regardless of origin, they're all new residents of the Small Town.

Aurora hadn't expected Nan Qinghuan to know agriculture, and looked at her surprised, "No way, Nan Qinghuan, you also know farming?"

Yao smiled, "Aurora, don't underestimate the Goddess. Most of our crops were planted by her, and she taught us how to grow them. Look, those rice plants were also taught by her; without the Goddess, we wouldn't have the good life we enjoy now."

When Yao spoke, his eyes were full of reverence, which made Aurora fully realize that Nan Qinghuan's arrival had changed the ancient landscape here; it seemed they were all pieces on history's board.

According to her understanding, this place is already in the Yuanzhi Wanqi stage; soon a new regime will emerge, Wangcheng will appear, and a nation will be formed.

"I didn't expect your arrival to change so much here. So what's up with these seedlings?"

Aurora didn't understand, so she had to ask her. Of course she also had her own plan: she wanted her own Tribe to grow wheat and rice; she would bring some Grain Seed back, teach the tribespeople to cultivate. That way, the tribespeople would respect her more as a leader, and those who wanted to overthrow her wouldn't dare act rashly.

Exactly, let's do it that way!

Nan Qinghuan carefully stepped into a plot of Farmland; the wheat indeed had a problem—though it should have grown robustly, the leaves were curling.

She slightly frowned, pulled out a wheat stalk, examined the seedling, and suddenly realized… so that's it.

She kept her expression unchanged, went to other fields to pull seedlings and check, and found the same condition across several acres.

A breeze stirred; she wore a thin silk garment, standing there, her long hair flowing especially gracefully.

Aurora, seeing her remain silent, hurried forward to question, "Nan Qinghuan, after pulling so many seedlings, have you spotted any problem?"