Qiong Hua spoke to this point, and began crying with self-blame.
It was her fault; she couldn’t let her child live a good life. Poor him, so young, having to suffer and endure hardship with her, going hungry.
Jun Ning listened to the sobs and quickly said, "Mother, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have spoken like that." He forced himself to take a bite of the cornbread, "No exchange, I’ll eat it. This cornbread is what you eat, and I eat it too."
Qiong Hua pulled Jun Ning into her arms, "Good son, your mother will work hard to grow vegetables so you can have a good life."
Jun Ning nodded heavily, "Then I’ll help you, mother."
Always getting food from the Imperial Kitchen is not a long-term solution; his mother wouldn’t agree with what he’s doing, and he couldn’t bear to eat well while his mother gnaws on cornbread every day.
Jun Ning decided to grow vegetables together with his mother.
Besides the small Chinese cabbages that his mother planted, he would plant other vegetables to ensure they have vegetables to eat all year round.
As for the vegetable seeds, the small Chinese cabbages they had previously planted were exchanged by his mother through great difficulty, using her painstakingly embroidered works to barter in a very challenging process.
It was obvious that relying on his mother’s method to obtain seeds couldn’t be counted on.
Jun Ning thought for a long time and concluded that the only one he could rely on was Ah Yu, with whom he had shared a chicken.
Ah Yu’s mother is the Empress. Even though he’s the son of the Empress, he should be able to help get some seeds without going through the Empress, right!
So the pleasant decision was made, when they meet the day after tomorrow, he must ask Ah Yu for this small favor.
In the meantime, Jun Ning began to reclaim the wasteland in the Cold Palace in preparation for planting vegetables.
However, he was too small, and his strength was insufficient, no matter how big his heart was, he couldn’t even lift a hoe, making everything futile.
He couldn’t reclaim the wasteland in the Cold Palace on his own.
Frustrated, he threw down the hoe, sat in a big pile of weeds, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and gasped for air.
His tiny hands, tiny arms, tiny legs, felt so useless.
Jun Ning really despised it!
He was incomparable to his past life.
It was as if one were in the sky and the other underground.
Jun Ning resolved that from now on, he can’t muddle through anymore, being hindered by his small body; he must start training to strive to reach the peak condition he had as an assassin in his past life as soon as possible.
But the premise of training is to have a full belly, otherwise, where will the strength come from?
Alas... ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
Back to reclaiming the wasteland again.
"Yi Yi, what are you thinking about?" Qiong Hua saw that Jun Ning had something on his mind.
Jun Ning paused for a moment and said, "Mother, I want to reclaim the wasteland in the Cold Palace, to plant plenty of vegetables so we have enough to eat all year round."
Qiong Hua agreed without a second thought, "Mother can help you, but tell me where you want to reclaim the wasteland."
Jun Ning pointed to a large piece of wasteland in front of them, probably about two acres, a substantial area, with weeds growing taller than a person everywhere.
Merely removing these weeds would require a lot of time and effort.
"Mother, all of this."
Jun Ning looked hesitant and stammered, seemingly unsure whether to continue.
Qiong Hua patted his head affectionately, "No buts, say what you want to say confidently."