Clearly, the ease with which Xiao Changyi had gravely injured those twelve men had the folks of Jiuping Village terribly frightened.
And without the people of Jiuping Village constantly looking for trouble, An Jing and Xiao Changyi's simple life became all the more comfortable.
That day, An Jing and Xiao Changyi finally cleared an acre of mountain land, but the ground, full of holes from uprooted grass and dug-up tree roots, was too hard to plant anything. It had to be tilled before anything could be sown.
After breakfast, Xiao Changyi shouldered the plow and, leading An Jing, arrived at the mountain acre, planning to till the land.
Without an ox, Xiao Changyi had to strap on the harness and pull the plow from the front, while An Jing steadied it from behind to keep it from tipping over.
As An Jing supported the plow from behind, watching Xiao Changyi struggle forward as if he himself were an ox pulling the plow, she felt very uncomfortable.
