Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 757 White Rice(3)_1

Chapter 757: Chapter 757 White Rice(3)_1

Ah, what a waste of these grains! They could have fed an army of 100,000 for a month or two. It’s such a pity that they’re ruined like this!

After contemplating a moment, Cai Wei called out to the several dozen musty grain bunkers, "Collect!"

With her low shout, the numerous grain bunkers seemed to collapse like magic, becoming empty in an instant, with only the huge straw mat left dangling.

"Out!"

With another low shout, the empty grain bunkers instantly ballooned up again, the straw mat was propped up, and the grain bunkers returned to their previous appearance. Unless one witnessed it with their own eyes, one would never believe that the grains in these dozens of bunkers were replaced in such a short instant!

"Collect, out, collect..."

Cai Wei rapidly walked among the dense grain bunkers, continuously taking the spoilt grains into her own space, and replacing the grains in the bunker with those prepared in advance in her space...

Nangong Yi’s martial arts skills were outstanding, his hearing extraordinary. Although Cai Wei was giving out suppressed commands, the continuous words "Collect" and "Out" kept entering his ears.

He knew that she was a successor from Fu You Island and also knew she possessed many abilities that others didn’t. He just hadn’t expected her to help him so unreservedly. He was moved beyond words as she demonstrated her unique powers before him without reservation.

In the morning light, the man kept his back to her, never looking back. He simply listened to her rhythmically saying "collect" and "out". At his most difficult time, she appeared, displaying unconditional trust and invaluable assistance. Aside from treating her better in the future, he couldn’t think of any other way to repay her genuine feelings.

After replacing the last grain in her space, Cai Wei let out a long sigh, feeling like a massive weight had been lifted.

"Nangong Yi, from now on, have the people in Firehead Camp take rice from the eastern grain bunkers to make meals. Don’t eat from the western ones yet. Wait until I figure out a solution, then... Uh..."

Before she could finish speaking, her waist suddenly tightened, and she was pulled back into his warm, solid embrace.

Nangong Yi held her tightly, his voice deep and hoarse, "Wei’er...thank you..."

Cai Wei nestled in his embrace, slowly smiling. She lifted her head, her eyes clear as the stars, entirely transparent, "This is what I should do, isn’t it? We shouldn’t differentiate between us."

"Yes, you’re right, we shouldn’t make distinctions!"

The man repeated, his smile growing broader. His gaze towards the woman in his arms became softer, more determined and focused...

They were husband and wife in unity, there should be no distinction!

During the morning training at camp known as hours of Mao, the training field was rudimentary. First, they practiced long spear fighting, the ultimate technique to kill opponents during battles; then physical strength training because no matter how good the fighting skills are, without strong stamina, it’s all in vain.

The ways to train stamina were horse stance, weight loading, and long foot; a long foot is running. An excellent infantryman needs to run as fast as a horse.

Nangong Yi cared about the soldiers’ morning training. During the morning training, he wore his battle robe, personally supervised, and taught soldiers how to solidify the horse stance, how to save energy when running with sandbags tied to their legs.

The soldiers were from poor backgrounds, even the skinny boys had some strength. Horse stance, lifting heavy stones, long foot, practicing one after another. After an hour, everyone was soaked like having a bath.

The training field was at the foot of the mountain, where they could catch a breeze. Before the meals, everyone rushed under the tree for a rest, raising their bare upper bodies to catch a breeze. They were exhausted and starved after a whole morning’s training. But thinking about the moldy cakes, they immediately lost their appetite. Some simply went back to their tents, determined not to eat at all.