Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 420 The Little Doctor Girl Knows How to Pamper and Flirt (Part 15)

A month later, the sky over the border was a clear, deep blue, and the sunlight shone on the wheat fields, gilding the heavy ears of wheat with a dazzling gold.

Ji Xiaosong stood on the edge of the field, her fingertips gently brushing against the ears of wheat. The plump grains rolled in her palm, carrying the warmth of the sun.

"We can collect them tomorrow," she whispered to Uncle Li beside her.

Uncle Li rubbed his hands, his eyes slightly red: "I've lived most of my life and never seen such plump wheat! Miss Ji, you are truly a lucky star for our border region!"

Ji Xiaosong smiled, her gaze sweeping across the wheat field to the soldiers drilling in the distance.

Emperor Si, dressed in a black outfit and holding a long sword, was personally instructing the new recruits.

He seemed to notice her gaze, looked up, and his cold, stern features softened slightly in the sunlight.

"The general said that the entire army will have a day off on the day of the wheat harvest and everyone should come and help," Zhao Yan said with a smile as he walked up to her. "This is a top priority for our border region!"

Ji Xiaosong nodded, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

For the past month, although Si Di has not said it outright, he has supported her with his actions.

They deployed additional soldiers to take turns guarding the wheat fields, personally supervised irrigation, and even patrolled the fields alone in the middle of the night.

On the day of the harvest, just as dawn was breaking, the wheat fields were already crowded with people.

Not only were there soldiers from the military camp, but also villagers from more than a dozen nearby villages, young and old, men and women, all with joy on their faces.

Si Di stood at the edge of the field, sickle in hand, a rare smile appearing on his face: "Today, we're harvesting wheat. No distinction is made between high and low; the capable will do the work."

Before the words were even finished, the villagers cheered and surged toward the wheat field.

With sickles waving, the wheat ears fell one after another, were bundled into bunches, and then transported by cart to the threshing ground.

Ji Xiaosong did not go to the fields. Although her injuries had healed, Emperor Si firmly forbade her to do heavy work.

Standing on the high platform by the field, looking at the bustling scene, she felt a great sense of accomplishment.

"Miss Ji!" Several children ran over, holding freshly picked wildflowers in their hands. "These are for you!"

She knelt down and took the bouquet: "Thank you. Why don't you go play in the fields?"

"Father said that wheat is a lifesaver and we can't waste it," the eldest child said earnestly. "After the wheat is harvested, we can eat white flour buns!"

Ji Xiaosong felt a lump in her throat.

These children have grown up eating wild vegetables and brown rice, and even white flour is a luxury for them.

"Yes, we will." She patted the child's head. "We'll be able to eat it every year from now on."

Just then, a gasp suddenly came from the field.

Ji Xiaosong looked up and saw that the Emperor had taken off his outer robe and was only wearing a thin inner garment, and was carrying bundles of wheat with the soldiers.

Sweat slid down his angular jawline, glistening in the sunlight.

"The general is carrying the wheat himself!"

"Oh my God, am I dazzled?"

"Look! The general is smiling!"

The soldiers whispered among themselves, their faces filled with disbelief.

In their minds, Si Di was always that cold-faced god of death; he had never been like this before...

His approachable side?

Si Di seemed to notice everyone's gaze, glanced up, and everyone immediately fell silent and lowered their heads to work hard.

But the faint smile at the corner of his mouth was impossible to hide.

At noon, the harvested wheat was piled up like a small mountain on the threshing floor.

The villagers gathered around the threshing floor, watching with bated breath as the soldiers threshed the grain with flail.

"Come out! Come out!"

As the first handful of wheat grains separated from the ear of wheat, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Uncle Li trembled as he scooped up a handful of wheat grains, tears streaming down his face: “Good wheat! Every grain is plump, with a flour yield of at least 70%!”

Si Di walked over, picked up a handful of wheat grains, and examined them closely: "It's even better than expected."

He turned to Ji Xiaosong, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration: "You did it."

Those four simple words warmed Ji Xiaosong's heart.

Just as she was about to respond, she was suddenly surrounded by a group of villagers.

"Miss Ji, my son will learn farming from you from now on!"

"Young lady, these are eggs laid by my old hen, you must accept them!"

"Sister Ji, my mother asked me to ask you if we could have some of these wheat seeds."

Amidst the chorus of thanks, Ji Xiaosong felt somewhat at a loss.

Seeing this, Si Di calmly stood in front of her and said, "Everyone."

The crowd immediately fell silent as soon as the deep voice was uttered.

"The drought-resistant wheat seeds will be distributed to each household, ten catties each," Si Di said, looking around at everyone. "But there is one condition. After the first harvest, each household must return fifteen catties as seeds for the following year."

"Of course! Of course!" the villagers nodded repeatedly. "The general is kind and benevolent!"

Ji Xiaosong quietly tugged at Rasti's sleeve: "General, isn't ten catties too little?"

Si Di lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Giving too much will only bring trouble."

The warm breath brushed past her ear, and Ji Xiaosong instantly understood his concerns.

If too much is given out at once, there's no guarantee that someone won't take it and resell it, or even attract thieves.

"The general's considerations are indeed thorough," she said sincerely.

A hint of a smile flashed in Si Di's eyes: "Let's go, let's go see the mill."

In the evening, at the victory celebration banquet in the military camp, more than a dozen large pots were set up on the drill ground, and freshly ground flour was made into steamed buns and noodles, the aroma of which wafted far and wide.

Soldiers and villagers sat together, laughing and chatting.

Emperor Si made an exception and allowed everyone to drink, one small cup each, to celebrate the hard-won harvest.

"To the General!" Zhao Yan led the way by raising his glass. "Without the General, our border region wouldn't be where it is today!"

"Respect, General!" the crowd shouted in unison.

Emperor Si raised his cup, but turned to Ji Xiaosong: "To Miss Ji."

Those three simple words silenced the entire room for a moment.

Immediately following, even more enthusiastic cheers erupted: "Miss Kei-hime!"

Ji Xiaosong's cheeks flushed, and she took a small sip of wine under everyone's gaze.

The spicy liquid slid down my throat, but warmed my heart.

As the banquet reached its climax, a villager began to play the earthen pipa, and several girls boldly began to dance.

Amidst the jeers of the crowd, Ji Xiaosong was also pulled to the center of the field.

"I...I can't jump..." she waved her hands frantically.

"Just a couple of quick twists and turns will do!" Uncle Li's daughter said with a grin, pushing her along. "Our border dances don't have so many rules!"

Ji Xiaosong braced herself and awkwardly swayed to the rhythm.

Suddenly, she noticed Si Di's gaze.

He sat in the main seat, his wine glass already set down, his dark eyes fixed on her, a flame flickering within them.

His gaze was so intense that Ji Xiaosong's heart skipped a beat, and she almost fell over, losing her footing.

A pair of strong arms caught her just in time.

Si Di arrived at the scene at some unknown time, and amidst the gasps of the crowd, he simply picked the person up and carried them horizontally.

"General!" Ji Xiaosong exclaimed, "Put me down..."

"Don't move," Si Di said in a low voice. "Your injury has just healed, so you shouldn't stand for too long."

After saying that, under everyone's stunned gaze, he carried Ji Xiaosong and strode towards the main tent.

There was silence behind me at first, then a deafening jeer erupted.

"The general is mighty!"

"Miss Ji is so lucky!"

When are you having the wedding?

The curtains were drawn, shutting out the noise of the outside world.

The Emperor gently placed the person on the bed, but did not get up immediately.

"General..." Ji Xiaosong's voice trembled.

In the candlelight, the Emperor's features appeared exceptionally deep.

He reached out and stroked her flushed cheek: "Are you happy today?"

"Yes." She nodded. "Seeing everyone able to have enough to eat makes me happier than anything else."

Si Di's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly leaned down and placed a light kiss on her forehead: "Thank you."

These three simple words carry immense weight.

Ji Xiaosong knew that this was the greatest affirmation for her, not as the reincarnation of the God of War, but as General Si Di who cared deeply for the people.

Outside the tent, the laughter continued.

Inside the tent, their hearts drew closer and closer.

That night, the starry sky over the border was exceptionally bright, as if witnessing new hope sprouting on this land.