The next morning, Su Ying woke up and brought Number One and the rest to the farmland together with Cheng Ming.
Before long, Qiao Yang came over with a cart full of tools.
"Madam Su, I've brought you all the things."
Su Ying walked over to take a look. The cart was full of shovels, hoes, and sickles. Although they looked quite old, it was better than nothing.
"It's been hard on you."
Qiao Yang smiled happily when Su Ying showed concern for him. "It's not hard, it's not hard at all. It's not hard to climb a mountain of swords or jump into a sea of fire as long as I am with Madam Su."
Su Ying raised her eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
Qiao Yang was caught off guard momentarily. "Huh?"
The corner of Su Ying's lips curled up in a smile as she said, "Follow me up the mountain later."
