Chapter 392 - 392: I Want It Too
Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A series of screams dyed the white snow red. Blackie was crazy and Greeny was mysterious, swinging the hammer directly at their heads.
Donât underestimate her hammer â It weighs a ton.
Dongzhao and Dracaena rushed forward, trampling and kicking indiscriminately. Anyone kicked was considered defeated. Qiao Mai smirked, watching the white-clothed figures charging.
Upon a rough estimate, there were over a thousand people, all of them skilled. It seemed like a desperate battle.
Having undergone rigorous training, the guards were no less skilled. Since their master had given the order, their priority was self-defense.
They began the onslaught, fighting for their lives.
Qiao Mai stood on the carriage roof, and the servants shivered in fear. Some white-clad individuals approached the carriage but were blown away by a gust of wind. The emperor, empress, and Yuan Jiaqi boldly opened the curtains to watch.
âWhoâs that wielding the hammer?â
âMy wifeâs pet.â
âItâs so small.â âYouâre big. Why donât you go?â âForget it.â
âThen stop yapping. Just watch.â
âHey, you dare to talk back to me now?â
âIâve dared since long ago. Weâve been giving you face.â
The emperor nervously watched outside. Seeing Dongzhao and Dracaena, he pointed at them.
âAre these two also mythical beasts?â
âTheyâre mine, created by my wife to protect me.â âI want them too! Weâre such good friends. How can we not have them?â
âIf in-law gives it, Iâll accept. Otherwise, I donât.â
âYouâre obedient.â
As the couple bantered, they watched the snow turn into a field of blood. The agonizing screams echoed continuously. The attackers rushed forward like madmen, but they met their demise before touching the carriages.
This was an overwhelmingly brutal slaughter.
The ground was littered with limbs and heads. Unable to bear it, the empress wiped away a tear.
âAll of these are our subjects.â
âItâs their fault for trying to kill us. Their deaths are not regrettable.â âThey were also raised by parents from childhood; itâs not easy.â
âThey want to kill your child. If you donât kill them, your child will die. Will you kill them?â
âYes!â
The emperor smiled. âItâs satisfying to watch. I even want to go down and join.â
Suddenly, countless arrows flew toward the emperorâs carriage. Qiao Mai squinted, waved her hand, and redirected all the arrows in the opposite direction.
A miserable cry emanated from the forest. Blackieâs eyes glowed red as it dashed inside.
âNo one is allowed to retreat. If we fail today, weâll die!â
Without even reaching the edge of the forest, they were wiped out by Blackie. The caravan was surrounded by a circle of corpses, and blood stained the ground.
Dongzhao and Dracaena returned to the carriage, automatically strapping themselves in. Blackie returned to the roof, and Greeny disappeared.
Everything returned to calm. The guards checked and found only a few lightly injured. There was nothing serious.
After a quarter of an hour, the carriages continued northeast. The snowfall intensified, gradually covering the blood and corpses.
Qiao Mai got inside the carriage. Yuan Jiaqi grabbed her hand, asking her to sit beside him.
Then, he sniffed. âNo smell of blood.â
âEven with tens of thousands more, it wouldnât matter.â
The emperor sighed, âIâve heard that cultivators should avoid killing.â
âDo you understand this too?â
âIâve read some books on the subject.â
âKilling those who want to kill me is not violating the principle of non-killing.
Is the person trying to kill me a good person if I spare their life?â
âLogical. â
âItâs about cause and effect. Cultivators have bright minds. Perhaps there are kind-hearted ones among these people. But once they pick up a butcherâs knife to kill, they are evil, and they must not be spared!â
No one else saw this battle, but the servants would remember it as an unforgettable event for their whole life.
Especially the four little girls who werenât yet ten years oldâthey were scared yet excited. It wouldnât be traumatic but encouragement for them to grow continuously.
Little flowers in a greenhouse can never withstand wind and rain.
As they journeyed northeast, the weather grew colder. Qiao Mai calculated the days on her fingers.
âAt the end of the year, we should be able to reach Tianshui Town.â
âEven if we donât, itâs fine. Celebrating the New Year anywhere is the same.â
âThe weather is getting colder. I never thought the people on the eastern side would have such a tough time.â
They were currently in the East Gate of the Ming Dynasty. Soldiers guarded the city walls, and inspections were carried out at the gates.
Once inside the city, they arranged accommodations, and the servants quickly bought a pot of lamb soup, setting it on a charcoal stove.
Qiao Mai enjoyed this feeling. She didnât pay much attention to the others and poured herself a bowl, sipping away.
âThe lamb flavor is strong. The soup is well-stewed.â âItâs alright,â The others also served themselves and drank.
âHow many days should we stay here?â
âI think itâs good here. The soldiers guarding the gate treat the people kindly.
There shouldnât be any issues. Rest for two or three days, and we will head to Tianshui Town.â
Qiao Maiâs eyes sparkled. âWait a moment. I still have a batch of grain in hand. Letâs distribute it to the needy before leaving.â
âHow much is there?â
âAs much as needed.â Qiao Mai rolled her eyes at the emperor.
After a day of rest, they wandered around the East Gate. Others set up a porridge stall at the innâs entrance.
The cotton clothes in the stores were all taken, and people from inside and outside the city could receive fifty kilograms of rice and a set of cotton clothes if they couldnât make ends meet.
The news spread like wildfire, and East Gate suddenly became lively. Who was this benefactor with such a generous handout of food and clothes?
So, people from inside and outside the city and those who received the news rushed to the inn.
This matter caught the attention of the garrison commander, who immediately led soldiers to the inn. When he saw the emperor, he was startled.
Immediately taking over this arduous task, he ordered every household to come with their registration documents to claim their share and warned of punishment for those who dared to cheat.
Without doing so, the greedy would take more than their fair share.
This act was a timely rain for the people. Each person could receive fifty kilograms of grain and a set of clothes. Families no longer had to worry about how to survive the harsh winter.
To distribute the clothes quickly, the garrison commander divided the supplies into ten distribution points.
Since the city couldnât supply enough cotton clothes, Qiao Mai took the cotton from her space, allowing the people to make their clothes at home.
For poor families, making their clothes was no issue.
Qiao Maiâs group was warmly dressed, watching the joyous scenes of the people outside. Their mood lifted.
The old emperor sighed. âThe Ming Dynasty is fortunate to have someone like you, bringing good fortune to the people.â
âRescuing the poor is not enough. We need to find ways for them to acquire
âItâs good enough. The rice and wheat you provided are being cultivated by the people. However, places like East Gate only have one season of crops per year. Thatâs why itâs like this.â
âUse your brains. In places like Tianshui Town, where winters are colder than here, people have already started following the greenhouse planting technique. It can be implemented here. Letâs tell the people about it and welcome them to learn.â
âThatâs a good idea.â
Qiao Mai distributed these items to make space in her storage. Greeny always insisted on hoarding goods, and Qiao Mai decided to store them in the warehouse.
Before leaving, they purchased a considerable amount of fur, planning to make clothes when they returned to Tianshui Town.
The commander also received many benefits. Qiao Mai left a lot of white rice for them.
As they headed further north, the weather became harsher. Despite the howling winds along the way, the guards and servants were in high spirits.
The guards treated Dongzhao and Dracaena as gods. Whenever Blackieâs eyes gleamed at something delicious, they wanted to save it for them..