Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1711: Chapter 1710 Bei Yun’s Confusion

Bei Yun hadn’t been gone for long. Not long after, he returned, entered Qiao Xiaomai’s tent, and pulled up a chair, seating himself across from her.

“There’s actually something I don’t understand,” he began, “If there’s going to be a war, then people are bound to die. If people are bound to die, does it really matter how they die? In the end, death is death. I just don’t understand why you’re so resistant to it.”

“Don’t you think it’s simpler this way? It spares those ordinary soldiers from heading into battle, from losing limbs or becoming maimed. With poison, they can die quickly and painlessly.”

“It’s a swift and decisive method. The armies on both sides won’t have to drag this out for long. It’s either them or us, and the outcome will be resolved quickly. Why do you find it so objectionable?”

Bei Yun truly couldn’t understand. He gazed into Qiao Xiaomai’s eyes, his expression full of confusion and pleading. He hoped she could help him make sense of it.

Qiao Xiaomai stared at him from about a meter away, the corners of her mouth curving into a mocking smile. “Someone like you—an animal—how could you possibly understand the thoughts of someone like me, someone with a conscience?”

“I can’t understand unless you tell me, can I? You already know my parents died when I was very young, and no one ever taught me about these things. A lot of truths I only understand if someone tells me,” he said.

These words struck a chord in Qiao Xiaomai—they were, indeed, the truth. So she spoke. “On the battlefield, soldiers from both sides fighting and killing each other isn’t uncommon. Casualties are a normal occurrence. But now, you’re directly using poison, and it could even lead to a plague. Your methods cause tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of deaths in one blow. These means are too cruel, too inhumane. I’ve never heard of nor seen anything like it.”

“Other wars end in a single battle and kill only a few hundred or a thousand people. But you, with one move, take the lives of tens of thousands. You’re a devil. You’re King Yama himself. Staying near you chills me to the bone.”

“If given the chance, I have no doubt you’d kill every single person.”

“You’re terrifying.”

After hearing her words, Bei Yun’s expression became even more puzzled. He asked, “So what you mean is, I can kill a hundred or so people, a few hundred, or even a thousand at a time, but I can’t kill tens of thousands all at once. Is that correct?”

Qiao Xiaomai looked into his bewildered expression, and a feeling of helplessness washed over her. She spoke, “So in your eyes, killing people is as simple as chopping vegetables, is it? Hundreds, thousands—in your words, it’s as casual as mowing grass. Those are lives, human lives. Do you have any idea how hard it is for them to be born, to grow up to adulthood? And then, when they stand in front of you, with a single thought, you’re ready to harvest their lives like cutting grass.”

“You have no respect, no reverence, for life.”

“This isn’t a matter of how many you kill. It’s that your very nature is too cold, too bloody. Being around you terrifies me. I fear that one day, you’ll kill me in the same way.”

“I won’t kill you,” Bei Yun said.

“I don’t believe I’m particularly special to you. You’ve already said you have other herbal medicines that can suppress the toxins in your body. You don’t necessarily have to rely on Floral Dew.”

Bei Yun was silent for a moment, then asked, “So in your opinion, given my experiences, what kind of person should I have become?”

“Kill the enemies who’ve tormented you, and help as many others as you can. Good deeds will bring good rewards.”