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Chapter 70 Your Spring
Zhang Guifen stood frozen in place, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms.

Anmin's words made her face turn red and then pale; she looked extremely unwell.

She watched the two figures walk away hand in hand, the insincere congratulations from others still echoing in her ears, her chest churning with resentment and jealousy.

The night wind swirled up the vegetable leaves on the ground, as if mocking her disheveled state.

Back home, An Min had just put her bag down when Liang Yi wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head: "Don't take it to heart, Zhang Guifen just can't stand seeing others do well."

"I am not angry."

Anmin turned around, her fingertips tracing the folds of his collar.

"If I really got angry with her, I'd probably be driven crazy."

Liang Yi's eyes darkened slightly as he pulled her closer, saying, "I'm sorry to have troubled you. This transfer was rushed; I originally wanted to wait until things were more stable..."

"What a stupid thing to say."

Before the man could finish speaking, An Min stood on tiptoe and cut him off.

“Didn’t you say that soldiers’ duty is to obey orders? I’m a military wife, so naturally I have to follow in your footsteps.”

"Wherever you are, I am."

The moonlight outside the window was like water, shining through the gauze curtains onto the two of them.

However, thinking about where they were going, Liang Yi's relaxed smile faded a bit, and he pulled An Min to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Minmin."

He held her hand, his fingers tracing the smooth back of her hand, his tone becoming serious.

"The appointment document has been issued, and I have to leave at the beginning of next month. That place... is in Baiyanggou, which is indeed very remote. It is more than a hundred miles away from the nearest county town, with a rugged mountain road. The climate is harsh, with strong winds and sandstorms, and water freezes instantly in winter."

"Supplies will definitely be tight in the early stages. Have you thought this through? Are you really not afraid?"

Anmin looked at the deep concern hidden in his eyes and her heart softened.

She reached out her other hand and placed it on the back of his hand, which was calloused and had distinct knuckles, her eyes firm and bright.

"I've already said it, with you by my side, even the bitterest times feel sweet. Besides..."

A shrewd glint flashed in her eyes, and mimicking Liang Yi's earlier actions, she lowered her voice, a hint of smugness in it.

"Didn't you say that you're the 'leader' who has the final say there? So why would I be afraid of anyone bullying me? It's others who should be afraid of me."

Supplies are not a problem for them at all. With the cheat code of the space, what do they have to be afraid of?
Liang Yi chuckled softly, his tense nerves finally relaxing.

He reached out and tenderly brushed away a stray strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind from her cheek, his eyes deep and earnest.

"Yes. Baiyanggou is a newly established bridgehead, and everything is in need of rebuilding. I went there to reclaim wasteland and also to take charge. This whole mess, from material reserves and barracks construction to supply and transportation lines... all has to start from scratch. If we can get it all sorted out, that will be a great achievement."

"There will definitely be difficulties, but the opportunities are even greater."

As the saying goes, the greater the risk, the greater the reward; everyone understands this principle.

But when the crucial moment came and they needed to go, there was no one there.

He paused, lowered his voice even further, and conveyed a sense of confidence in controlling the overall situation and a calming power.

“There, I am the highest-ranking person, and I am only responsible to one person above me. Everyone below me must follow my rules. From now on, we will make our own decisions.”

"I reckon once we get there, there won't be any more troublesome things."

After Liang Yi finished speaking, An Min nodded.

"What about Director Yang and Uncle Xu?"

After all, they were people who had helped Liang Yi a lot in the past. What An Min wanted to ask was whether they needed to be notified when they left.

Liang Yi keenly noticed her subtle emotional changes, gently squeezed her palm, and spoke with a reassuring and reassuring tone.

“They are them, and Xu Dongjun is Xu Dongjun. This incident has completely disillusioned Uncle Xu and Aunt Yang, and they have lost all face. Their attitude is that Xu Dongjun should be sent to the most remote farm.”

"Right now, I'm afraid they still harbor resentment towards me, Liang Yi. How could they dare to say a word about you or our affairs? From now on, we'll be far away from the emperor, and we'll live our own lives. No one can interfere." He leaned closer to her, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, carrying a sense of relief after everything had settled and a firm anticipation for their future days.

"Once we get to Baiyanggou and settle down, I'll try to build you a small courtyard. If it's windy and sandy, we'll build high walls; if it's cold in winter, we'll build a heated kang (traditional Chinese bed). I'll also try to get some glass to build you a small greenhouse where you can plant your favorite flowers and plants."

"No matter how strong the sandstorm is, I'll still carve out a patch of spring for you, okay?"

Hearing her husband's heartwarming words, Anmin nodded and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Liang Yi naturally wasn't going to let An Min off the hook, so he turned his head and deepened the kiss.

Anmin didn't know what happened after that, because she was too tired to open her eyes and respond to Liang Yi.

This bastard!

For the next few days, Anmin's most important task after work was to pack her things.

Since Liang Yi said it would be tough over there, she naturally had to prepare things.

Everyday clothes were carefully folded and stuffed into a sturdy canvas bag.

Several of her cherished books were carefully wrapped in oil paper and placed in the safest spot.

Some dried goods that can be stored for a long time, as well as local specialties that Liang Yi loves to eat, were also collected in different categories.

Anmin stuffed the remaining items that were inconvenient to carry into her spatial storage.

Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on the neatly tidied table and also on her serene profile.

Occasionally, familiar neighbors would peek in to say goodbye, their words filled with envy and blessings.

An Min responded with a smile. The ease of leaving the vortex of controversy made her brows less tense and more radiant.

Liang Yi was responsible for packing his military supplies and personal belongings.

Military uniforms, civilian clothes, and issued bedding were packed with neat, sharp edges.

He neatly stacked some necessary tools, ropes, and canteens in a sturdy wooden box.

He even managed to get his hands on a few thick tarpaulins from somewhere, intending to use them to shelter from the wind and rain when he arrived at Baiyanggou.

"Minmin, should we bring this camphor wood chest? It looks quite heavy."

Liang Yi patted a slightly worn but sturdy box in the corner.

Anmin walked over, her fingertips brushing against the smooth wood grain, her eyes flickering slightly.

This box was left by her mother. It didn't actually contain any heavy items; it was mostly odds and ends and... a cover for her spatial dimension.

"Take it with you. It'll be good for carrying odds and ends, and it can also keep out the dust when you put it in the house."

Only she and Liang Yi knew that the box's main purpose was to provide cover when she took things out of her spatial storage.

Baiyanggou was poor in resources, which was precisely the place where she could fully display her talents.

Liang Yi nodded knowingly and didn't ask any more questions.

He bent down, his arm muscles bulging, and steadily lifted the box, carrying it to a corner of the yard where it was ready to be loaded onto the truck.

He was wearing a thin shirt, and sweat slightly dampened his back, outlining the firm and smooth lines of his back muscles.

However, one could vaguely see the red marks on Liang Yi's neck.

Anmin blushed secretly and dared not look anymore.

The luggage was gradually put away neatly, making the small courtyard seem much more spacious.

In the end, only a few everyday items and a personal bag remained.

The day of departure is just around the corner.

　What are those red marks? They're so hard to guess!

　　(End of this chapter)