The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2368: Seeking Helpers (6)

Right now, Daxuan's borders fail to match the rooster silhouette known to future eras; the realm sprawls far broader, roughly diamond-shaped, incredibly expansive yet thinly settled.

Nanzhao likely corresponds to ancient Annan, the lands that turned into Vietnam and Laos—once within China's domain—and Miaojiang covers the Yunnan-Guizhou lands.

Even if this period split from true history, its core stays the same. Back in Ming and Qing times, ruling that zone was a nightmare. With the Cloud King gripping it now, Gu Qingheng confronts an utterly thorny dilemma.

"You really didn’t come at a good time." Yang Ruxin instinctively caressed her belly, "I can’t even go join your father." Though lacking supplies for the moment, she could still provide medicines and ensure Gu Qingheng stayed well-fed if she went.

Yet she was under three months pregnant and refused to push too hard. Thus, her messages to Gu Qingheng brimmed with positive updates: home ran smoothly, the little one inside kicked lively, and she urged a name pronto. She also revealed her choice to erect the Gu family ancestral hall come New Year.

Her mother-in-law lay buried in Tongcheng, yet their home was here. As a Gu Family wife, bearing children meant kowtowing to Gu ancestors on holidays, honoring progenitor Shu Manzhi.

As Yang Ruxin fretted over warfront woes, certain folks hatched plots fueled by trivial spite.

The Guan Family.

In the yard, Guan Danian and his wife prepped a chicken for killing.

"Qingshu’s really something, end of the year nears and he’s still away." Guan Tongshi sighed deeply.

"What’re you muttering?" Guan Danian shot a glare at his wife, "Studying that simple? And isn’t he returning today?"

"I just miss my son," Guan Tongshi rolled her eyes toward Guan Danian.

"Enough, quit nagging." Guan Danian’s voice turned stern, "Fetch hot water."

Guan Tongshi dashed to the kitchen.

Guan Qingyue perched on the warm kang, needle and thread in hand, yet unable to sew. Wang Baozhu had earlier counseled her on tackling Li Xiang, only for Wang Baozhu to shamefully get exposed.

Unbelievably bold, Wang Baozhu had dared snatch a man within the village.

She scorned that woman inwardly, vowing distance from such scum ahead.

Still, the venomous sprouts in her heart had taken root, impossible to uproot.

Alone, what could she pull off? She craved a partner in crime, but beyond Wang Baozhu, no one else seemed willing or able.

"No big deal—with her type, failure lands on her alone." Guan Qingyue soothed herself, resolved to enlist Wang Baozhu freely, then rose and strode outside.

"Qingyue, headed where?" Guan Danian plucked the chicken in the yard; spotting his daughter exit, he hollered, "Come assist."

"Dad, I..."

"Move it, brother returns this afternoon—chicken stew tonight." Guan Danian ignored her plea, "You’re grown; no more wild running."

"I’ll be out just a moment and return soon." All the same, Guan Qingyue fled straight off.