The system jumped to me

It’s already midway through autumn, and Qingshui Town is as lively as ever.

Before Xuan became queen, Xiaoyao and Anian returned to Haoling to live permanently.

It has been more than four years since Xiyan changed its monarch.

Yingliu received a letter sent from Yingzhou Island. It was from Xiaoyao. She opened a clinic there. Most of her patients were poor fishermen. The medicine was funded by the fresh fish caught that day. She led a fulfilling life. She saw patients and prescribed medicine during the day, ground herbs, and wrote prescriptions. After a tiring day, she could finally sleep well at night.

"It's great, I have something to do, I'm busy, so I don't have to think about random things."

"What are you laughing at, A-Liu?"

Xiangliu had his sleeves half rolled up and was holding a freshly dug lotus root in his hand. The muddy water, like thin soup, dripped down with every step, from the courtyard gate to the eaves.

Just as Yingliu was about to speak, a child covered in mud and a clay bird ran in from outside, shouting and threatening to beat each other to death.

"…Tsk…well…kill one less and there will be one less"

After saying that, Yingliu cast a constant temperature spell on the little snake and the fur ball.

"Don't worry, A-Liu. They are very tough and won't be frozen to death in this temperature."

Ying Liu was silent, then suddenly spoke

"That makes sense. Let's set the next training location in the Far North. I want to see how cold-resistant the Hydra is."

Xiangliu paused in putting the lotus root in the mud and spoke silently.

"The Far North is still a bit cold, and the little snake is just right. Special training should start from a young age."

Ying Liu withdrew her gaze and nodded with satisfaction.

"Indeed, my husband is very far-sighted. After such training, the little snake will be able to defend itself no matter what kind of harsh environment it encounters in the future."

Xiangliu thought of his own past sufferings, felt that this made sense, and began to offer suggestions again.

"There is also the Southern Xinjiang Miasma Forest. The miasma there is much more powerful than that in Chenrong Camp. It is suitable for training anti-toxicity. It is milder than directly swallowing poison to practice martial arts, and is good for the body... Let me think about it... There is also

Beiliu City, the home of the Guifang clan, is filled with yellow sand all year round, and countless travelers have lost themselves in the illusion. The dead desert is just right for training the little snake's patience, and..."

Yingliu raised her hand to stop

"Don't think about it, or the little snake will drop its little pearls."

Xiangliu turned his head and saw that, sure enough, the yellow mud on the little girl's face had been washed away by her tears, and her lips were pouting so much that bells could be hung on them.

"I hate the time it takes Daddy to roast a rabbit, huh."

Yingliu held back her laughter and lay in the rocking chair, watching the father and daughter perform.

Xiangliu felt a little pain in his heart. He put down the clean lotus root, walked a few steps, and wanted to hug his daughter, but he didn't know how.

The little snake was as slippery as a big loach in the mud river. It circled around the stone table and the small vegetable garden with Xiangliu, refusing to let him hold it. Its little legs moved very fast and its mouth was not idle either. It kept saying how sad it was and how disappointed in its father it was. Xiangliu began to feel guilty about it.

The eloquent military advisor Chen Rong was at a loss at the moment. He could speak eloquently when talking about deals and doing business, but he always seemed tongue-tied when talking to his family.

Finally, the little girl was tired of running, and Xiangliu finally caught her. He sighed in his heart that this was more tiring than fighting.

The mud and water on the little snake's face had dried up. It snorted and turned its head. Two loose pieces of mud flew out and hit Xiangliu's face.

The little girl glanced at her father's face guiltily, and seeing that he didn't care at all, she secretly felt short of breath. She lowered her little head, and the little fluff on her head gently rubbed Xiangliu's chin again and again.

"Dad will make you lotus root and pork ribs soup tonight, okay?"

The little snake didn't say anything, which made Xiangliu very worried.

"Okay." The little girl who looked like a mud monkey finally reached out and hugged Xiangliu's neck.