The next day, the whole family got up at dawn.
It was not that hard to do farm work before the sun came out.
After Jian Qingqing finished washing her face, Mother Jian had already made breakfast. It was the same wild vegetables that had been cooked for years. Jian Qingqing was about to throw up after eating it. There was no smell of oil or salt at all. She could only secretly sprinkle some salt in it.
Also, she was the one who made lunch and dinner. Otherwise, it was hard to say if the whole family would survive until the summer harvest.
Jian Qingqing squatted in front of the house with a bamboo bowl in her hand. When she saw Old Man Jian coming out of the room, she asked loudly, "Grandpa, is that person awake?"
"Not yet, and he doesn't have a fever. I saw that his wound was almost scabbed. Rich people sure are tough!" Old Man Jian sighed.
Don't ask him how he knew that person was rich. Although he was still unconscious, from the way he looked, he was not an ordinary person.
Jian Qingqing was also a little surprised. His wounds were so severe that they had scabbed over the night?
She thought that people from Jianghu, or the martial arts world were really different! No matter how severe his wounds were, he would not die easily!
She did not know if she had the chance to practice martial arts, such as light-body technique and walking on water.
"Alright, Grandpa. Then I won't pick wild vegetables today. I'll stay and look after him."
After her family had left, Jian Qingqing took her small wooden shovel and went to her precious land.
The leaves that had been burned yesterday had now turned into a pile of ash. Jian Qingqing used the wooden shovel to scoop up the ash and sprinkle it on the ground. Then, she spread the leaves on the area that had not been covered by the leaves and finally covered it with soil.
After doing all this, Jian Qingqing was exhausted and planned to go back and see the beautiful young man.
When she entered the door, she saw that the sleeping young man was already standing in the courtyard. He was tall and imposing, and his noble aura made him seem unapproachable. It made her house's broken thatched cottage seem much taller.
Jian Qingqing looked at him with appreciation and then said, "Hero, you're awake?"
Ming Zhiyan was puzzled. Hero? What was that called?
He curled his lips and bowed to Jian Qingqing. "Miss, you can call me Ming Zhiyan. Thank you for saving my life."
Jian Qingqing quickly waved her hand. "Hero Ming, you don't have to be so polite. My name is Jian Qingqing. Oh right, do you want to eat breakfast?"
Ming Zhi Yan shook his head and refused. "I'm leaving. Thank you, Miss Jian, and your family for taking care of me."
As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant and handed it to Jian Qingqing. "Miss Jian, if you have any problems in the future, take the jade pendant to the County Magistrate. He will help you solve them."
This jade pendant was a symbol of the Ming Family's identity, and the County Magistrate was the official in charge of this place. Normally, the County Magistrate could solve problems, but if he could not solve them, he could send a message to him.
Jian Qingqing quickly took it. This Hero Ming was obviously not a simple person. This era was not peaceful. She would help him and not ask for anything in return, but if he wanted to reward her, there was no need to refuse.
"Thank you, Hero Ming!"
Ming Zhiyan nodded and bowed to Jian Qingqing again. "Miss, Goodbye."
Jian Qingqing returned the bow. "Goodbye!"
As she watched the person disappear before her eyes, Jian Qingqing sighed. What a courteous and capable young man!
Jian Qingqing did not take this matter to heart. She put the jade pendant into the Spatial Kitchen and started to fetch water from the bucket to water the ground.
On the other side, Ming Zhiyan, who had left Jian Qingqing's house, no longer looked like an elegant Young Master. His eyes were cold and deep.
A group of men in black knelt at his feet. "Crown Prince, your subordinate is late!"
Ming Zhiyan gave the men a cold glance. "Let's go."