SYNOPSYS:

Blurb 1:

Xing Yue survived a plane crash, only to wake up on the road to exile. He was clutching his dying younger brother in his arms, surrounded by nothing but endless yellow sand.

The original owner’s entire clan had been accused of treason and sentenced to exile at the border.

In a desolate and bitter land, burdened with a criminal status, the nobles back in the capital were all waiting to see the legitimate son of the Xing family sell himself into slavery just to survive in humiliation.

Xing Yue, unfamiliar with this new world, had already steeled himself with a “dead pig fears no boiling water” attitude.

To his surprise, as soon as he reached the border town, he was “forcibly abducted” and taken home by a raggedy “little tyrant” without a word.

As soon as they arrived, the other party pulled out a nursing infant and narrowed his eyes, arrogantly “greening” Xing Yue’s head: “This is the baby I birthed for you.”

Xing Yue: “…”

“This is the house I prepared for you.” The little tyrant pointed at a thatched shack leaking air from all sides, his chest swelling with heroic pride.

Xing Yue: “…”

“This is the meal I prepared for you.” With the nursing infant in his arms and Xing Yue’s finger-sucking younger brother on his back, the little tyrant suppressed his own drooling and offered the food generously.

Xing Yue looked at that bowl of coarse grain rice, then at the six dark, expectant eyes staring at him…

A punch straight to the heart!

“Forget it, I’m giving it my all!”

…Later, Xing Yue realized that Qingheng wasn’t some “little tyrant” at all. He was just a sharp-tongued, smooth-talking country bumpkin.

When they weren’t close, Xing Yue played the coward, letting Qingheng use his poisonous tongue and deceits. Once they became close, he became fearless, and the two of them bickered daily! Through that constant bickering, they endured the bitterest days.

Xing Yue thought this was it for the rest of his life: reclaiming wasteland, building canals, improving grain seeds, opening schools… living a good life with Qingheng in the borderlands.

But he did too good a job, and the Imperial Decree arrived.

Exoneration, an official appointment, and the revival of an old engagement.

He had to go to the Southwest, while Qingheng remained in Xizhou, thousands of miles apart. Standing in that broken courtyard, he suddenly realized he didn’t even have the right to ask the other to leave with him.

However, he wanted to gamble once—gamble that the person with the sharp tongue and soft heart also had him in his heart.

Blurb 2:

Qingheng was an ordinary (though a bit sharp-tongued and smooth-talking) ger from the Xizhou borderlands.

He picked up the only two surviving young masters of his benefactor after his benefactor passed away and brought them home.

Originally, he just wanted to keep them alive. But as they spent time together, he realized the eldest master, Xing Yue, was a bit strange.

He could do needlework but couldn’t ride a horse;

He could write, but didn’t understand the local dialect;

He even needed to be taught hand-by-hand how to brush his teeth…

Yet, the “lofty theories” he spouted came one after another, making one want to punch him—of course, Qingheng didn’t actually do it; he was just afraid that if the eldest master was beaten, the villagers would beat him up as well.

However, despite being such an “out-of-touch” existence, the more Qingheng interacted with him, the more he found him precious.

Just as he was pondering how to confess his feelings, an Imperial Decree exonerated his benefactor and transferred the eldest master to become an official. Along with it came the revival of the eldest master’s previously cancelled engagement.

Qingheng figured there probably weren’t many people in the world thicker-skinned than him.

After a moment of hesitation, he hopped on an old horse, took the cub, and decided to chase him!

—To fight and win him over!

Reading Guide:

Mutual pampering between the leads. The sub bears children. The baby in the blurb is not the leads’ biological child. Both leads are virgins. Ancient daily-life style.

Neither lead is a “perfect” character.

“If an official doesn’t stand up for the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes.” Given the title, the seme is not someone who only looks out for himself; there will be poverty-alleviation themes.

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