Chapter 112 So that's how it is... (1/2)

The chaos at the educated youth settlement was quickly drowned out by the deafening work bell.

The second half of the autumn harvest is more grueling than the first half.

The sun hung scorching overhead, the air was so stuffy it felt like you could wring water out of it, and the stench made people dizzy.

The corn in the field was piled up like a small mountain, waiting for people to carry it out in trip after trip.

Ruan Tang's job was the easiest, but even after finishing work at eight o'clock in the evening, her legs still felt like they were filled with lead, sore and heavy.

The entire Jixiang brigade looked as if they had just been pulled out of the water, dragging their heavy steps toward the threshing ground.

Dinner was corn porridge as usual, enough to fill you up.

Yan Yu didn't let her join in the fun.

He took her little hand, bypassed the crowd, and walked onto the dirt road home.

The moonlight shone down, casting long shadows of the two people, which overlapped intimately.

When I got home, the house was pitch black.

Yan Yu released her hand and lit the kerosene lamp as if he knew exactly what to do.

A dim, yellowish light suddenly spread out, illuminating a corner of the room.

"Sit down and rest for a while, I'll go boil some water." His voice was hoarse, but steady.

Ruan Tang sat obediently on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her two little legs swinging, watching his tall figure busy in the small kitchen.

The fire quickly ignited in the stove, illuminating his profile and revealing a sharp and composed demeanor, even in his movements as he tended the fire.

The air was thick with moisture.

Yan Yu prepared two large buckets of spiritual spring water, one bucket for each person.

I took a relaxing hot bath, and the soreness in my bones was soothed by the spiritual energy.

After changing into clean cotton pajamas, Ruan Tang wrapped her hair in the hair-drying cap that Yan Yu had found for her, and then eagerly climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

She let out a long, comfortable sigh, sinking into the soft blankets, not wanting to move a single finger.

The next second, a familiar scent, carrying the cool scent of pine resin, enveloped them.

Yan Yu also got onto the kang (heated brick bed).

With a long reach, he easily scooped her into his arms, encircling her completely.

He carried the scent of post-shower moisture and a faint fragrance of soap, mixed with his unique aroma, so pleasant that Ruan Tang couldn't help but snuggle against his burning chest.

The man let out a satisfied sigh, his chest trembling slightly.

It was as if they had finally found their lost rib.

He adjusted his position so she could lean more comfortably against his chest, his chin gently resting on the top of her head, which was covered by a hair drying cap.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.

"Tangtang," Yan Yu's chest pressed against her cheek, his deep voice vibrating as he spoke, "What was that 'dog blood' you mentioned in the field this morning?"

Ruan Tang nestled in his arms, her little face pressed against his strong chest muscles, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling that she wouldn't be afraid even if the sky fell.

She thought for a moment before asking in a low voice, "Brother, don't you think it's quite a coincidence that you transmigrated here?"

Yan Yu tightened his grip on her arm.

He lowered his eyes and could only see the top of her dark hair.

"Mmm." A very soft response came from her nose.

"I was caught in someone else's lightning tribulation, and Ruomu discovered me and brought my soul to this world." Ruan Tang's voice was soft and sweet, as if she were talking about what she had for dinner that night.

"As soon as it arrived, it complained to me that the Heavenly Dao of this world was like a broken sieve, leaking air everywhere. It even went to great lengths to help patch up the Heavenly Dao."