A Silver Saddle Gleamed Against a White Horse, and the Bandit Girl Wanted to Call Him Big Brother on the Spot

Yun Shuyue sat up a little straighter.

"That..."

She paused here.

Gu Moran looked at her.

What do you want to say?

Yun Shuyue stuffed the remaining half of the cake into her mouth, using chewing to hide the embarrassment on her face.

He lowered his voice only after swallowing.

"Your Highness, could you perhaps write me a poem as well?"

Gu Moran didn't answer immediately.

Yun Shuyue thought he was unwilling, so she quickly waved her hand.

"It's not free."

I'll run orders every day to earn money and pay you back.

If one year isn't enough, try two; if two years isn't enough, try three.

She spoke softer and softer.

"It doesn't need to be too good."

"As long as it can be sold for money, that's fine."

Gu Moran's fingers touched the pen, then stopped.

"Sell it for money?"

Yun Shuyue looked away, staring at the ink stain on the corner of the table.

"Um."

She stretched out her fingers and began to count them one by one.

" Tiedan is too old; he knows too few words. Most of the other children only know the four characters for Mixue Ice City."

"I asked around, and the teacher at the school said the tuition is two taels per person, with paper and pens charged separately."

She counted down to her fourth finger, but couldn't continue, and her face fell.

" Black Wind Stronghold has many children."

"I worked as a delivery driver until Chinese New Year, and I only managed to deliver two meals."

"The money Tuo Qing gave me before, my sisters-in-law said, should be used to ensure my survival first; studying is something only rich kids can do."

She stole a glance at Gu Moran, then quickly looked down.

"Your Highness's poems are valuable."

"Write me a poem, and I'll sell it for whatever price I can get. I won't say it was written for me; I can say I found it."

"I was going to shamelessly ask you for money, but you're even selling your poems to buy medicine..."

"Was I... was I too much?"

Gu Moran looked at her.

This girl doesn't even know how to ask for help.

The abacus was completely destroyed.

They still want to fool people by saying they "found an old manuscript".

He pulled a scrap of Xuan paper from the corner of the table to use as a pen rest, then picked up his brush and dipped it in ink.

Seeing that he was actually writing, Yun Shuyue immediately leaned forward.

It poked its head out halfway, then pulled it back in.

Further exploration.

Shrink again.

Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, he simply moved the low stool half a foot to the side.

The stool legs scraped against the ground, making a soft sound.

She immediately sat up straight, pretending nothing had happened.

Gu Moran lowered his head and began to write.

"A silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as a shooting star."

"Having accomplished his task, he left without a trace, concealing his merit and fame."

The final stroke concludes the discussion.

Gu Moran waited until the ink dried a bit, then folded the paper and handed it to her.

"Take it."

Yun Shuyue accepted it with both hands.

The paper is very light.

She held it very seriously.

He opened it and read it once, stopping when he read the line, "Having accomplished his task, he dusted off his clothes and left, concealing his identity and name."

My gaze lingered on the last sentence for a long time.

He kept his identity and name hidden.

She thought about how she had been away from home for three years.

I have never used the Yun Clan name, nor have I contacted any old friends.

A person ran to Black Wind Pass.

They cared for the entire village of the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled.

I've stolen from others and robbed others.

Although I've never succeeded in grabbing one.

They also experienced hunger and cold.

Nobody knows who she is.

Nobody cares what her name is.

She was just a fake bandit, a leader who couldn't even support herself.

but.

He left after accomplishing his task, concealing his identity and name.

Someone wrote about what she did in this way.

A silver saddle shines on a white horse.

Swift as a shooting star.

Where did that silver-saddled white horse come from?

She doesn't even own a donkey.

But these four sentences made her feel that the past three years had not been wasted.

Yun Shuyue gripped the edge of the paper tightly, her hand taut.

My eyes are a little sore.

She turned her face to the side and sniffed hard.

"Your Highness..."

"Um."

"You..." Her voice was a little hoarse, "You're the first person who thinks what I did... wasn't stupid."

Gu Moran leaned back in his chair, looking at her.

"Not stupid."

He said, "It's just bad luck for a robber."

Yun Shuyue folded the note tightly and stuffed it into the cloth pocket close to her chest.

"I'll grind ink for you every day from now on."

She sniffled, her voice muffled.

Gu Moran neither said it was good nor bad.

He simply reached out and flicked the peony petal stuck to her snowman hat.

"Alright. The milk tea's gone cold, have another cup before you leave."

Yun Shuyue picked up the cup, tilted her head back, and drank it all.

When she put down the cup, her eyes were still red, but a smile had already appeared on her face.

"Your Highness! If anyone bullies you in the future..."

She patted her chest.

"I'll be the first one here!"

Gu Moran looked at her.

Cake crumbs were still stuck to her lips, her snowman hat was askew, and the pain in her back made her unable to sit steadily, but what she said was absolutely true.

The next moment.

The system's light curtain popped open in the retina.

[A deviation in the destiny line of Yun Shuyue, the chosen one, has been detected.]

[The "Close Friend" tag is now enabled.]

[ Yun Shuyue's favorability +50.]

[Original plot: Zhao Wuxu uses Yun Shuyue to turn his fortunes around.]

[Current Result: The critical entry point has been severed by the host; Zhao Wuxu's luck remains dormant.]

[The plunder of destiny is complete.]

[Reward Upgrade: Land of Abundance Granary - General Agricultural Policy]

[Included: High-yield winter wheat breeding program, Early Rice Domestication Method, mountain terrace construction diagram, composting and fermentation method, wood ash and lime seed dressing for pest control, waterwheel irrigation system, ditch diversion method, grain storage method for mold prevention, rice-wheat rotation method, mulberry-hemp intercropping...]

[ Yi Prefecture Adaptation Simulation Begins.]

[River valley paddy fields: Two harvests a year can be tried.]

[Southern warm valleys: conditions are favorable, allowing for three harvests in one year.]

[Mountainous slopes and terraced fields: After the terraced field renovation, the yield per mu is estimated to increase by 30% to 50%.]

[If fully implemented, Yi Prefecture's output could triple.]

The images flooded Gu Moran's mind.

Terraced fields stretch up the mountain in layers.

The waterwheel turns along the river.

Steam rose from the compost pit.

Mix seeds with wood ash, lime, and salt water.

The wheat fields are turning green.

The rice paddies sway in the breeze, bending the paddy field ridges.

The grain warehouse floor was raised, the ventilation openings were placed in a shady spot, and bamboo frames supported the grain bags layer by layer.

The mountains of Yi Prefecture, the water of Yi Prefecture, the temperature of Yi Prefecture —it all matches up.

Gu Moran's fingers pressed against the edge of the table.

This is not a few acres of experimental field.

This is grain.

He's a soldier.

It's the people's stomachs.

This is also the source of Yi Prefecture's confidence to challenge anyone in the future.

Yun Shuyue was still rubbing her nose beside her.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I will never forget your great kindness..."

"Alright."

Gu Moran smiled.

"Go downstairs to find Shopkeeper Ba and exchange your poems for one hundred taels of silver."

Yun Shuyue was stunned.

One hundred taels?

"Not enough?"

"Not a little bit!"

She ran out with the poetry manuscript in her arms, but turned back at the door and grabbed the remaining half of a red bean cake from the table.

"Your Highness, I'll give Tiedan to try."

Gu Moran waved his hand.

"Go."

The pom-pom on the snowman hat bounced back and forth, quickly disappearing at the top of the stairs.

Gu Moran leaned back in his chair.

That general outline of agricultural policy was still running through my mind.

This female bandit is truly a treasure.

Increase your favorability level once, and you'll receive a granary as a gift.

If we do it two more times, will you be able to gather enough cement, glass, and gunpowder for me?