The Emperor is Above

Chapter 32: My son, you are making me so mad!
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"Ouch, it hurts so much!"

I don’t know how long it took, but Qing Yi woke up again from the pain all over his body.

Although every inch of skin, bones, and internal organs in my body was in unbearable pain, I also felt a refreshing and comfortable feeling. Even with every breath I felt my strength was slowly increasing.

"Oh, I'm really becoming a pervert. My body is in so much pain, but I feel energetic and enjoy it." Qing Yi shook his head helplessly, and then carefully checked the subtle changes in his body.

"call--"

"Suck--"

I could feel a force brewing and growing as my chest rose and fell, first emerging from my internal organs, and a warm breath slowly flowing through my body.

Then it expanded from the inside to the outside, to the waist, abdomen, back, arms, and legs, as if every cell contained tremendous power.

This made him satisfied but helpless: "Although his body is obviously getting stronger, he still gets abused every time. The key is that Pan Qing is still the weakest among Duan Hun, Qing Luo and the other two."

After a careful try, his physical strength was almost three thousand kilograms after half a month of eating a lot of meat and strengthening in the Starry Sky Spirit Realm last night. This strength was already beyond that of an ordinary eighth-grade warrior.

"The initial stage of body forging strengthens the skin and flesh, the middle stage of body forging strengthens the tendons and bones, and the advanced stage of body forging strengthens the internal organs and blood. Each realm is clearly distinguished.

But my cultivation realm is somewhat different. From the beginning, I have been tempering my skin, flesh, tendons, bones, internal organs, and blood at the same time. Now my physical strength is almost three thousand kilograms, but I have not yet advanced to the ninth-grade strongman realm. It is really strange. "

Touching his chin, Qing Yi pondered over it again and again but couldn't figure it out. Finally, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, as long as my strength continues to increase, it will be a good thing after all."

When I pushed open the door to the main hall, the sun had already risen above the treetops, and it looked like it would be another sunny day.

Two fur balls, one big and one small, a little white fox and a civet cat, are climbing up to the top of the locust tree. Recently, they have become addicted to lying on the top of the locust tree to sleep and bask in the sun.

The last time the civet cat fell from the treetop, it was not afraid. Instead, it actually liked the thrill of falling from the tree. Every time it did so, it would jump from the treetop to the haystack below.

I looked around but didn't see any sign of the big rooster. Ever since the last time Aunt Bo killed a hen to make soup, the big rooster has been acting sneaky and going out early and coming back late. I don't know what he is doing recently.

Aunt Bo, who had been waiting for Qing Yi the whole morning, gave him a few words of concern and asked Da Niu to bring him a sumptuous breakfast. In addition to the animal meat in the three-foot rice bowl, there was also corn porridge and pickled wild vegetables, which tasted particularly refreshing.

The sunlight shines in through the window, making me feel warm. It is a very cozy scene.

Old Lady Bo smiled and said, "Young Master, it is already the middle of spring, and there is only one month left until the beginning of March when the spring ploughing starts. If you have time, go to Maoqiu Pavilion as soon as possible and ask the Pavilion Chief Maosheng to send someone to measure the additional 200 mu of land, so as not to delay this year's ploughing."

"A year's plan begins in spring, Auntie Bo is right!" Qing Yi drank the corn porridge in his bowl in one breath, "Uncle Chai told me yesterday that we should stop training in mid-February and prepare for spring ploughing.

Anyway, it's only fifteen miles from Huaiqiuli to Maoqiuting, so why not go there today to avoid being delayed later."

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The east wind thaws the ice, hibernating insects begin to move, fish come out of the ice, otters offer fish as sacrifices, and wild geese arrive.

The sun is shining brightly in February, and the temperature is getting warmer day by day, and the breath of spring is becoming stronger.

The three-foot-thick snow in winter has somehow become just a thin layer, and even melted completely on the sunny side, leaving a hint of light green among the withered yellow grass.

Qing Yi struggled to shake off the mud on his feet, frowning slightly. He didn't expect that traveling in spring would be more difficult.

In the past, people could ride sleds or skis in winter and it would only take half an hour to get from Huaiqiuli to Maoqiuting. But now many sections of the road have become muddy and difficult to walk on due to melted ice and snow, so people can only walk around the frozen ground in the shade.

Chai Yong led the way with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, smiling, and explained, "It's not so bad now. When the snow melts completely in March, the roads will be even more muddy and difficult to travel. In the wilderness, one step down will be a foot thick of mud. Now it's still February, the temperature is still relatively low in the morning and evening, and you can still walk after the mud freezes. Some powerful caravans even travel at night after the roads freeze hard."

Qing Yi didn't say much about Xing State's poor road system, as he did not care about matters that were not his business.

Now he is only a upper commoner, and the most important thing to do now is not to delay the spring ploughing and wait until autumn to pay 30% of the grain as tax as required.

Many nobles and villagers in several villages along the way were busy repairing farm tools and piling up fertilizer. The temperature was higher on some sunny slopes, and some anxious farmers were even busy digging the land with plows and other farm tools, waiting for the weather to warm up before sowing.

A militiaman said with envy: "The land on the sunny slope is top-quality land. Planting half a month earlier can increase the yield by 10%. Moreover, if the harvest time is early, the price of the new corn will be higher.

Unfortunately, most of the land around Huaiqiu is flat, and there are too few fields on sunny slopes. We can only wait until the ground completely thaws in mid-March before we can sow."

The group talked as they walked, and although they took a detour, they still reached Maoqiu Pavilion in one hour. At this time, almost all the goods sold in the market were related to spring ploughing.

There are all kinds of farm tools such as plows, hoes, rakes, baskets, winnowing baskets, etc. There are even corn seeds for sale, but Qing Yi always feels that something is missing after walking around.

"Isn't that Kou Qiang?" Da Niu suddenly pointed to a sunny stall not far away.

Kou Qiang, the second son of Kou Rui, was seen talking excitedly to several men in black robes. There were many bottles and jars of what looked like herbal ointments on the stall.

Chai Yong had a playful look on his face: "There are often some traveling pharmacists in the Tingli market, selling some magical medicine that claims to cure all diseases. They are all scams. I'm afraid Kou Qiang has some hidden illness and is here to buy medicine."

Qing Yi has not yet been promoted to the ninth-grade strongman realm, but his strength has surpassed that of the eighth-grade warrior realm. Even Kou Rui is not his opponent, let alone Kou Qiang who has just reached the initial stage of body building.

Passing through the dense crowd in the market, there is Maoqiu Pavilion. Today is the day when the pavilion chief Maosheng is on duty. Qing Yi strode over the threshold, but unexpectedly a figure in the courtyard hurriedly walked out.

"boom--"

"Ouch—"

Qing Yi took half a step back, but the man was knocked down on his back.

After seeing the man who fell to the ground, Qing Yi couldn't help but smile: "Hey, isn't this Corporal Kou Rui? Why are you in such a hurry? I'm really sorry."

Kou Rui was wearing a black robe covered in mud, looking extremely disheveled, and his trimmed beard was only three inches long, no longer as elegant and graceful as before.

Upon seeing Qing Yi, whom he hadn't seen for many days, Kou Rui's eyes suddenly blazed with anger. He jumped up and shouted angrily, "Xiao Shu Yi, you bumped into me on purpose!"

"No, no, no!" Qing Yi was not panicked at all. He said with a provocative smile on his face, "Corporal Kou Rui, you are wrong. I was already a senior commoner years ago, and the emperor personally approved my memorial.

Today I came to Maoqiu Pavilion to see the pavilion chief about the matter of adding 200 acres of fiefdom. As a thief in the pavilion, you made a mistake in remembering it, which is really a dereliction of duty.

Besides, Corporal Kou Rui is an eighth-grade warrior, and I am not even a ninth-grade warrior, so how could I have bumped into the corporal? Your level of framing is too poor.

Although you have done excessive things these years, considering that you were barely an old friend of my father back then, I won’t hold it against you.”

"Oh my, kid, you're making me so mad!" Kou Rui was speechless after being humiliated by Qing Yi's series of words, and he jumped up even more angrily.

(End of this chapter)