BDSMST -Chapter 28 Gu Xuan Becomes the “King of the Kids”

The implementation of the points system was like a shot of adrenaline. The labor atmosphere across the entire estate reached an unprecedented high. And in this “competition,” no one changed more than Gu Xuan.

He was growing more and more convincing in his role as “Chief Person in Charge.”

At first, he had merely mimicked Jiang Suisui’s tone and posture—putting on a stern face and issuing orders. But gradually, he began adding his own thinking into the mix.

He realized that simply yelling and scolding would not truly win over those older boys. So he began to devise more effective methods.

For example, he would assign the toughest, hardest patch of soil to Li Rui—the strongest but least clever of them—and then provoke him deliberately:

“Li Rui, if you can finish this field, I’ll give you an extra point! If you can’t, you’re nothing but a weakling!”

The moment Li Rui heard that, for the sake of that one extra point and his pride as a man, he would charge forward with a roar.

For tasks requiring patience—like thinning vegetable seedlings—Gu Xuan assigned them to the relatively more meticulous Qian Duoduo. He told him that these seedlings would eventually become ingredients for “Premium Meals,” and that the quality of thinning would directly affect the taste of future dishes.

The moment food was mentioned, Qian Duoduo became more careful than if he were doing embroidery.

As for Wei Ziqian—the most competitive and the most unwilling to submit—Gu Xuan adopted a strategy of “a stick followed by a sweet date.”

“Wei Ziqian, your speed in turning the soil today was the fastest among everyone. That deserves praise,” he would first acknowledge publicly.

Wei Ziqian’s chin would lift unconsciously.

“But,” Gu Xuan would continue, shifting tone, “your quality still needs improvement. Look at these rows—uneven in depth. A good farmer must not only be fast, but precise. You’re close to being the best—but not quite there yet.”

He affirmed Wei Ziqian’s effort while pointing out flaws and leaving room for improvement.

Though still somewhat dissatisfied, Wei Ziqian found himself unable to refute it. Instead, he bottled up his frustration and worked even harder the next day, determined to perfect both speed and quality so that Gu Xuan would have nothing left to criticize.

And just like that, with the little knowledge he had picked up from books and hands-on practice—plus his natural cleverness—Gu Xuan somehow managed to discipline this group of unruly young nobles into obedience.

His authority in the fields even surpassed Jiang Suisui’s.

Jiang Suisui was the rule-maker—elevated and awe-inspiring. Gu Xuan, however, was the rule-enforcer. He rolled in the mud alongside them. He understood their hardships and their minds.

Gradually, the way the young masters addressed him changed. From “Hey” or “Gu Xuan,” it became “Brother Xuan,” even “Boss.”

“Boss, how’s my field? Can I get bonus points?”

“Brother Xuan, any new tasks tomorrow? I want to save up one hundred points for a dish-selection right—I want to eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall!”

“Boss, I scraped my hands again. Is there any ointment left?”

Surrounded daily by these “big kids,” hearing them call him “Brother Xuan” and “Boss,” Gu Xuan’s small sense of pride swelled enormously.

He was no longer the little heir who needed protection and was constantly constrained.

Here—on this land he had helped cultivate—he was the unquestioned “king of the kids.”

His back straightened day by day. The gloom and guardedness that once clouded his eyes gradually gave way to confidence and brightness.

One day, Jiang Suisui was planning the newly reclaimed land, preparing to experiment with wheat seeds produced from her space. Gu Xuan strolled over with his hands behind his back, like a little official inspecting matters.

“Ahem.” He cleared his throat to draw her attention.

Jiang Suisui looked up at his serious expression and set down her charcoal pen.

“Well? Let’s hear it.”

“I think… the points system can be further improved,” Gu Xuan said solemnly.

“Oh? Go on.” Jiang Suisui was intrigued.

“I think that besides individual points, we should establish ‘team points.’” He spoke confidently. “We can divide them into two groups and compete daily to see which team earns a higher total. The winning team gets an extra dish at dinner! That way, they won’t just work hard individually—they’ll supervise and help each other too, so no one drags the team down.”

The idea came from a military text he had once read about collective responsibility within squads. He hadn’t expected it could be applied to farming.

Jiang Suisui looked at his slightly flushed face, glowing with excitement, and her eyes filled with approval.

This boy was no longer content with simply executing orders—he was beginning to innovate.

“Good idea,” she nodded. “We’ll do it your way. The grouping and specific rules are yours to decide.”

“Really?” Gu Xuan’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Of course. You’re the Chief Person in Charge now.” Jiang Suisui handed him the charcoal pen. “Write down your proposal and announce it tomorrow.”

Gu Xuan accepted the small pen as if receiving an imperial decree.

With solemn determination, he grabbed the board and ran under a tree to plan his “team competition” scheme.

At times he stroked his chin thoughtfully like a tiny old scholar. At others, he lay on the ground drawing lines in the dirt with a twig, simulating team matchups.

Watching his earnest, absorbed figure from a distance, Jiang Suisui found herself lost in thought.

She remembered the frail, wary child she had first met—thin, guarded, bristling with thorns.

How long had it even been?

Like a seed buried deep in the soil for years, once given the right sunlight and rain, he had burst forth with astonishing speed, growing strong and vibrant.

Perhaps bringing him to this land had truly been the right decision.

That evening, Gu Xuan officially announced his “Team Points Competition” plan.

As expected, the new rule once again ignited the young masters’ competitive spirits. They immediately split into two teams, with Wei Ziqian and another noble youth named Zhao Lin acting as captains. The two leaders exchanged bold challenges on the spot, vowing to crush each other the next day.

The estate grew even livelier because of this internal rivalry.

Looking at the scene he had single-handedly created, Gu Xuan felt a sense of accomplishment nearly overflowing from his heart.

For the first time, he felt that he had discovered something even more satisfying than eating braised pork.