Chapter 1011: Guilliman Resting in the Farmland

Xiuluo Holy Star, Central Plain, Seventh Agricultural Experimental Zone.

The wheat ears swayed in the breeze, emitting a soft rustling sound.

Amidst this wheat, a figure, tall enough to seem somewhat "out of place" with the surrounding environment, was brandishing a specially made sickle.

Every time Guilliman swung the sickle, a patch of wheat stalks was neatly cut down.

At this moment, Guilliman was wearing a set of wear-resistant linen work clothes, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his well-defined forearms.

"Brother Guilliman, the way you harvest wheat looks much better than when you are reviewing documents!"

A crisp, pleasant voice came from the edge of the field.

Guilliman did not need to turn his head to know who it was.

The corners of Guilliman's mouth lifted slightly, and he continued the movement in his hands while responding.

"Oh? Yingxin, are you saying that I look terrible when I usually review documents?"

On the ridge of the field, Yingxin was sitting on a simple stool made from a tree stump, her hands cupping her chin, her pair of bright, large eyes smiling into crescents.

"That's not it at all! Brother Guilliman is most dignified and reliable when reviewing documents! Just like... just like a great mountain that will never collapse! But here, you are more like... um... like a particularly amazing farmer brother who knows how to make the land yield a bountiful harvest!"

Guilliman chuckled, shook his head, gathered the last bundle of wheat, straightened up, and wiped the sweat with a towel draped over his neck.

"A farmer brother? Perhaps. Delving into the fields to understand the hardships of farming is the foundation of people's livelihood. This allows me not to forget my roots, to remember that the prosperity of Xiuluo Holy Star ultimately stems from these most basic outputs and the labor of countless ordinary people."

Guilliman walked to the edge of the field, sat down beside Yingxin, picked up the water bottle placed to the side, and took a few sips.

Yingxin seemed to have remembered something; her little face fell, carrying a trace of helplessness and amusement.

"Speaking of which, just before I came to find you, I accidentally connected to the communication channel of Brother Perturabo and Brother Luogeduoen..."

Guilliman raised an eyebrow and asked.

"And then? Did you hear them 'enthusiastically discussing' the standards for border defense fortifications again?"

Yingxin gestured exaggeratedly, imitating the tone of her two elder brothers.

"It was more than just a 'discussion'! Brother Dorn said, 'Perturabo, the load-bearing data for the base of the Third Company Zhuang Wulun Jiguang Paota you designed has a 3.7 percent lack of redundancy when dealing with the shockwave weapons that the Daikong people might use! This is a fatal flaw! It must be reinforced by 15 percent according to my standards!'"

Yingxin paused and switched to another stubborn tone.

"Then Brother Perturabo countered, 'Rogal Dorn! Your conservatism will waste 20 percent of precious materials and slow down the construction progress by 30 percent! My calculations are perfect! That bit of redundancy is enough to handle any conventional impact; the extra weight will only become a target for enemy artillery! You should trust my calculations more instead of stubbornly holding onto that outdated concept of your 'Eternal Fortress'!'"

Yingxin mimicked them vividly, even imitating that stubbornness where neither would give way, making Guilliman laugh out loud.

"And then? Did they reach a conclusion from their argument?"

Guilliman asked with great interest.

Yingxin spread her hands with an "I knew it" expression.

"Conclusion? The result was that the two of them threw a bunch of data and formulas at each other that I couldn't understand. Finally, Brother Dorn said, 'Stubborn and incorrigible!', and Brother Perturabo replied, 'Stagnant and conservative!', and then the communication 'snap' cut off! Leaving me in the channel, shouting at them with no one paying me any mind!"

Yingxin pouted indignantly.

"It's really something! Clearly, it's all for the good of the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance, all to make the defense line more solid, so why can't they just talk properly? As soon as the communication connects, they start bickering like two little kids fighting over toys! I really have a headache over brothers like this!"

Looking at the little sister's helpless yet cute appearance, Guilliman reached out, gently ruffled Yingxin's hair, and explained.

"Little sister, you don't need to take it too much to heart. This is just their unique way of communicating with each other.

Perturabo pursues the ultimate in design and efficiency; every one of his numbers and every line has been simulated countless times, striving to achieve theoretical perfection with limited resources.

As for Dorn, he pays more attention to practical verification and absolute reliability. His standards are often built upon the harshest assumptions, pursuing an 'eternity' that will not be destroyed under any circumstances.

Their philosophies differ, but their goal is the same: to build the most solid shield for the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance.

This kind of 'quarrel,' to a certain extent, is also a kind of... um, 'motivation' for them to constantly perfect their respective designs and ensure the defense line is foolproof."

Guilliman paused and added humorously.

"Besides, don't you think that if they suddenly became polite and started complimenting each other one day, that would be even more worrying?"

Hearing Guilliman's final words, Yingxin leaned backward.

"Eww~ that would indeed be terrifying. Then Brother Guilliman, when you communicate with them, are you like this too?"

"Me? When I discuss urban planning and technical standards with Perturabo, there is also a lot of 'communication.' As for Dorn... when he feels that one of my administrative orders might affect the priority of material supplies in his defense zone, his communication becomes... exceptionally 'concise and forceful.'"

As he spoke, Guilliman imitated Dorn's stiff tone.

"'Guilliman, the third batch of metal quotas must be guaranteed. Over.'"

Yingxin was amused into giggling.

After laughing, Yingxin looked at Guilliman.

"Brother Guilliman, you have to handle so much government business every day and still worry about your brothers; you must be very tired, right?"

Guilliman was slightly stunned. Looking at his little sister's concerned eyes, he shook his head, his tone relaxed.

"This is a matter that we brothers all care about; it's just that everyone's way of expressing it is different.

Moreover, seeing the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance developing steadily under everyone's efforts, seeing experimental fields like this have a bountiful harvest, and seeing that you are all safe and happy, it is all worth it.

What's more, occasionally like today, putting everything down to come here and stretch my muscles, feeling the joy of the harvest—isn't that the best kind of rest?"

Guilliman stood up, picked up the specially made sickle again, looked at the sharp blade against the sunlight, and then reached out to Yingxin.

"Come on, little one, don't just sit there. Do you want to try? I will teach you how to properly harvest wheat; this is one of the oldest and most sacred skills of humanity."

"Really? Can I?"

Yingxin's eyes lit up, and she jumped up excitedly, patted the grass clippings off her skirt, and placed her small hand into Guilliman's broad, thick palm.

"Of course. Pay attention to your posture, your wrist needs to exert force like this... wait for me to find you a smaller sickle."