The Second Prince’s Consort listened quietly to everything.
Her face showed no expression.
She lowered her gaze to her hands, still covered in dirt.
After a long silence, she looked up again—there was no warmth left in her eyes.
“You’re done?” she asked softly.
“Then get lost.”
Xiao Mingyu widened his eyes, unable to believe what he had just heard.
“You… what did you say?”
The Second Prince’s Consort let out a cold laugh.
“Back then, you abandoned us in the capital for your so-called freedom and left for two years.”
“And now, on a whim, you want to drag us to the steppe to eat sand?”
“What do you take us for? Objects you can summon whenever you want?”
She pointed at A Gula, who was working hard in the fields in the distance.
“The current ‘Second Prince’ is a hundred times better than you.”
“He may be stupid too, but at least he’s willing to work and can feed us.”
She looked at Xiao Mingyu with full sarcasm.
“And you?”
“Besides running away, what else can you do?”
Xiao Mingyu was completely speechless.
His face turned green and then pale.
He opened his mouth to argue—but found he had nothing to say.
“Get lost.”
After saying that, the consort turned and walked away without looking back.
She joined the group cheering for A Gula.
“Hubby, go for it!”
“You’re the best!”
Their voices were sweet enough to make one’s teeth ache.
Xiao Mingyu stood alone by the field.
Watching the bustling, lively scene.
Watching the women who once belonged to him.
For the first time, he truly felt what it meant to be utterly alone.
The wind blew, lifting dust into the air.
It landed on his face—gritty and bitter.
No one knew if it was dust… or tears.
In the end, he was “politely escorted” out by the guards.
As he left, he still heard A Gula’s laughter behind him.
“Hahaha! Another great harvest today!”
“Wives, we’re having extra food tonight!”
Xiao Mingyu stumbled.
Nearly fell.
【Host, I suddenly feel a bit sorry for Xiao Mingyu.】
【Sorry for him?】
【This is self-inflicted. It’s the price of freedom.】
【He walked away proudly back then—now he leaves in disgrace.】
Days passed.
A Gula became stronger and more robust.
His skin turned dark from the sun, glowing with a healthy sheen.
Strangely, the women liked him even more now.
“This is what a real man should look like!”
“Exactly! What’s the point of being pale and delicate?”
“Our husband is the best—strong and hardworking!”
Even more surprisingly—
He awakened a natural talent for farming.
He discovered an instinctive connection with the soil.
As long as he placed his hand in the earth, he could sense its moisture and fertility.
Crops he planted grew far better than others.
He developed a “pit cultivation method”:
Layering fermented fertilizer and potato seeds in a pit.
Fertilizer first, then seeds, then soil.
This allowed the roots to absorb nutrients fully.
Yield skyrocketed.
One plant could produce over twenty large potatoes.
His status in the household changed dramatically.
Before, the women surrounded him to use him as labor.
Now, they surrounded him to learn from him.
“Teacher A Gula, should I fertilize this seedling now?”
“Master, can you teach us that pit method again?”
“I didn’t understand last time—can you explain once more?”
Being called “teacher” made A Gula feel sweeter than honey.
He stood proudly in the fields, instructing everyone.
“This won’t work—soil is too dry, water it.”
“Too much fertilizer here—you’ll burn the roots.”
“Come, I’ll teach you a new method…”
For the first time, he felt truly needed and respected.
And he realized something—
Farming was more interesting than being a prince.
When he was a prince, life was carefree but meaningless.
When he was a fake prince, he lived in constant fear.
Now, farming gave him freedom.
He could plant however he wanted.
And watching crops grow day by day gave him real satisfaction.
One day, the Agricultural Bureau’s brothers Qiao Da and Qiao Er came to inspect the experimental fields.
When they saw the potatoes, each as big as a fist and yielding three times more than normal fields—
They were stunned speechless.
Qiao Da squatted down and examined them carefully.
Smooth skin, no insect damage.
Uniform size, excellent quality.
“This… this warrior—no, Second Prince!”
Qiao Da grabbed A Gula’s hand excitedly.
“How did you do this?”
“We’ve never seen potatoes this good in our experimental fields!”
A Gula scratched his nose proudly.
“Hehe, I figured it out myself.”
He squatted by the ridge and dug open a pit.
“You see, the pit should be like this—one foot deep, half a foot wide.”
He placed fermented fertilizer at the bottom.
“First fertilizer, then seeds, then soil.”
“The key is fermentation—if it’s not ready, it will burn the roots.”
Qiao Da listened closely, afraid to miss a single detail.
Qiao Er quickly wrote everything down in his notebook.
“Also, don’t water too often—once every three days is enough.”
“Potatoes hate too much water; they’ll rot.”
“But they also can’t be too dry.”
“If the soil clumps slightly but doesn’t stick to your hands, that’s perfect moisture.”
His explanation was precise and professional.
The brothers were completely impressed.
After he finished, they looked at him with admiration.
“Second Prince, you are truly gifted!”
“These methods are not found in any book!”
“We would like to appoint you as the Royal Experimental Field Technical Chief Consultant!”
“What do you think?”
“Chief consultant?”
A Gula froze.
He looked at the golden fields around him.
At the respectful eyes surrounding him.
A surge of pride rose in his chest.
For the first time, he earned recognition through his own ability.
Not because he was a prince.
Not because he was handsome.
But because he could farm.
He nodded firmly.
“Alright!”
“I accept!”
At the 镇北王府 (Northern Frontier Prince’s Residence),
Feng Zexuan watched the scene on the screen, clicking her tongue in amazement.
【System, look at this guy.】
【Wasn’t he all about beauties and food before?】
【How did he turn into someone completely different?】
【Host, labor reform works wonders.】
【The moment he picked up the hoe, his destiny changed.】
【And haven’t you noticed? He now looks at potatoes more tenderly than at women.】
Feng Zexuan scooped a bite of potato mousse cake and smiled.
【A sudden enlightenment?】
【I think the hoe enlightened him.】
【But honestly, his transformation is pretty inspiring.】
【From a spoiled playboy to a farming expert.】
【If this were a novel, it would definitely sell well.】
【Host, are you thinking about making money again?】
【Of course! Such good material would be wasted otherwise!】
【I’ve already thought of the title: “From Lustful, Gluttonous Prince to Model Farming Worker!”】
【Guaranteed bestseller!】
The system went silent.
【Host… can you be a little serious?】
【What do you mean serious? Making money is the most serious thing there is.】
Feng Zexuan replied matter-of-factly.
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