Traveling Through Those Years Of Farming (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 9
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“Yes, her pulse is stronger than last time. She should drink more milk. Foreigners are tall and strong because they’ve been drinking cow’s and goat’s milk since childhood. It’s a pity we can’t match their circumstances. Otherwise, I’d have her eating beef at every meal—her foundation would recover much faster.” The doctor responsible for Baobao’s health nods with satisfaction.
The deficiency she’s born with can’t be corrected overnight; it requires long-term care to help her internal organs catch up to the level of a healthy child.
Over the past five years, Baobao has been nourished with food supplements prescribed by the doctor. Compared to the frail girl who first came to the hospital, she’s now visibly stronger.
“Platoon Leader Xu, starting this month, her monthly milk ticket allocation will increase by two kilograms,” the doctor adds, knowing that the military won’t struggle to accommodate such a small adjustment.
“Got it!” Xu Hua nods.
Five years have passed since Xu Hua discovered Baobao. In that time, he rises from squad leader to platoon leader. Unless he’s away on special missions, he personally brings Baobao for her medical checkups. Their bond has deepened over the years, and Xu Hua never hesitates to seek benefits for her.
“Baobao, you’re amazing! One day, you’ll be the ultimate female soldier—beating all those unruly soldiers into submission and showing them how strong female soldiers can be!” Xu Hua ruffles Baobao’s hair enthusiastically, unaware that he’s just ruined the neatly braided pigtails she’s worked on all morning.
After leaving the hospital, Xu Hua brings Baobao to the indoor training center at the military camp to test her strength progress.
“Platoon Leader Xu!”
“Platoon Leader Xu! Did you bring Baobao for training again?”
“Baobao, it’s been a while! You’ve grown taller—almost as tall as a six-year-old now!”
A group of young soldiers, just finished with their morning training and headed to the cafeteria for lunch, spots Xu Hua and Baobao and calls out with teasing grins.
Baobao, now eight years old, smiles sweetly but doesn’t let the jokes slide. She raises her tiny fist at the soldier who comments on her height. The boy immediately ducks behind his comrade, peeking out with a playful smirk.
“What nonsense are you spouting? With how well-nourished Baobao has been, she’s at least as tall as a seven-year-old!” Xu Hua defends her proudly.
Unfortunately, his words don’t seem to please Baobao.
Platoon Leader Xu might be a great soldier, but when it comes to coaxing people, he can’t hold a candle to Zhen Hanhan, an eleven-year-old boy.
The military’s strict training schedule leaves little time for idle chatter, so Xu Hua soon leads Baobao into the training center.
The so-called indoor training center is a large, simple room with basic equipment. Due to budget limitations, many training objects are improvised. Obstacles are built from sandbags and metal frames, but Baobao’s current physical fitness isn’t yet suited for such rigorous exercises. Her sessions primarily focus on strength tests.
The most notable item in the room is a brown-red cowhide sandbag—Baobao’s exclusive punching bag.
Her extraordinary strength renders ordinary fabric sandbags impractical; they break after just a few punches, filling the air with flying sand and leaving her covered in dust. Even the specially crafted cowhide sandbags don’t endure her strength for long.
After each test session, the bag ends up too damaged for her to reuse and gets passed down to regular soldiers, who can still get a decent lifespan out of it.
“Baobao, wait here while I grab some tension springs from the warehouse,” Xu Hua says as he leaves her by the sandbag.
Baobao is familiar with the training center and expects to find her sandbag unoccupied. But today, there’s an unexpected group of children gathered around it.
These kids, likely in their early teens, are clearly not regular soldiers. Judging by their presence in the heavily guarded military camp, they’re probably the children of officers or soldiers stationed there.
Boom—
A shirtless boy in the middle of the group throws a heavy punch at the sandbag, which emits a loud thud as it swings upward from the force. The boy’s speed and strength are impressive for his age, and his companions cheer him on.
Baobao stands nearby, observing them with her small fists clenched.
The boy looks about twelve or thirteen years old. He doesn’t have exaggerated muscles, but his physique is well-proportioned, with smooth, athletic lines. His upper body, exposed under the training lights, reveals well-defined chest and abdominal muscles. When he punches, his muscles tighten and flex, exuding a raw, untamed energy.
“Brother Jun is amazing!”
“Brother Jun is the best!”
The younger boys around him cheer enthusiastically, clapping their hands in admiration.
“Brother Jun, let me have a turn!”
“Brother Jun, I want to try too!”
It’s clear this group of kids has turned the massive sandbag into their favorite toy.
The boy they call Brother Jun has the natural charisma of a leader. He doesn’t hog the sandbag but, after a few powerful punches, steps aside. He removes his slightly worn boxing gloves and hands them over to the others waiting eagerly for their turn.
After that, he squeezes through the crowd and moves to the side to wipe his sweat with a towel. As he glances around, his gaze lands on Baobao, who stands quietly not far away. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of intrigue flashing in his expression.
The military compound has many girls, but few of them ever come to the training center.
Huo Jun studies the little girl curiously. He’s only been in the Xihuai Military Region for just over a month, having recently moved here with his parents. In that short time, he’s won over most of the kids in the compound with his charm (or so he believes) and has quickly established himself as the leader of their group. He prides himself on knowing everyone in the compound, but this delicate-looking girl is a complete mystery.
Huo Jun is sure he’s never seen her in the residential area.
Has she just arrived as a dependent? Or is she visiting family recently?
“You’ve been watching for a while. Do you want to give it a try?” Huo Jun asks, flashing a friendly smile as he puts down his towel and walks toward her.
Huo Jun, who loves playing the role of “big brother,” has a hidden soft spot—he adores small, fragile things, whether they’re fluffy animals or beautiful dolls. Baobao’s appearance seems to tick every box of his “real-life doll” fantasy.
The eight-year-old girl looks as small as a six- or seven-year-old. Her slender frame and naturally delicate features give her an air of fragility. Her tiny face is smaller than a palm, with a pointed chin that emphasizes her large, expressive eyes. Those eyes, framed by long lashes, seem to glisten as though holding unshed tears, radiating a vulnerable charm that could melt even the hardest of hearts.
Huo Jun thinks of Dream of the Red Chamber and imagines Lin Daiyu stepping into the Jia Mansion for the first time. Surely, she would look just like this.
“If you want to play, I can teach you!” he offers, his big-brother instincts kicking in.
“Really?” Baobao asks, her wide eyes sparkling. She looks up at the slightly cocky boy in front of her, her lips curling into an innocent smile. However, deep down, her mischievous streak is stirring. She clasps her hands together, nervously twisting the corners of her shirt. With a shy and timid voice, she asks, “Are you sure?”
“Of course!” Huo Jun puffs out his chest confidently, then reaches for her hand. Without hesitation, he leads her toward the sandbag.
“Hey, Big Head! Move aside for a bit—our little sister wants a turn,” Huo Jun calls out to the boy currently using the sandbag. Turning back to Baobao, he asks, “By the way, what’s your name?”
“My name is Zhen Baobao,” she answers sweetly.
“Zhen Baobao?” Huo Jun raises an eyebrow at her petite figure, barely reaching his chest. The name fits her perfectly—she really is like a little baby. He can’t help but think her parents have been exceptionally clever (or literal) in naming her.
Huo Jun looks at the tiny girl who barely reaches his chest. She really is a baby. Her parents have serious naming talent. Just like his dad—when he and Mom decide it’s time to have a child, they start trying right away, and thus name him Huo Jun (lit. “accurate/precise”). Damn if it isn’t the most on-the-nose name ever.
Huo Jun chuckles at the thought. “Well, my name’s Huo Jun. I live in Room 06, Floor 4, Building 3. Nice to meet you!”
“Nice to meet you,” Baobao replies politely.
“Alright, let me show you how it’s done first,” Huo Jun says confidently. He slides on his boxing gloves and flexes his arms, ready to demonstrate. “You need to punch quickly, as speed is directly tied to the power of your punch. Turn your right foot slightly, push off the ground to generate force, and let the energy flow through your entire body. Also, keep your arm straight when punching. After hitting the sandbag, retract your hand quickly and return to the ready position…”
After giving the instructions, Huo Jun swings his fist hard at the sandbag. A dull thud echoes through the room as the sandbag soars upward, its motion more powerful than any of the punches delivered by the other boys earlier.
Huo Jun nods in satisfaction, sneaking a glance at the little girl standing nearby. He expects to see awe in her eyes, but to his dismay, her gaze remains fixed on the sandbag, watching it swing back and forth. Huo Jun consoles himself with the thought that she must be too amazed to react.
“Did you get it? Do you want to try?” Huo Jun asks, removing his gloves and holding them out to her.
“Brother Jun, are you really letting her try? What if she hurts her hands? She’ll cry, and then we’ll have to deal with it!”
“Yeah, little girl, you should just stick to hopscotch. Why play with a sandbag?”
The boys still waiting for their turn grumble in protest. To them, the fragile-looking girl doesn’t seem like she can handle the heavy bag. They imagine she might burst into tears before the sandbag even moves.
It’s not that they’re against girls in general—after all, there are tomboys in the military compound who grow up swinging swords and shooting toy guns. But those girls usually don’t play with the boys, and the boys, in turn, don’t bother with them. They exist in separate worlds.
So, when Huo Jun invites this unfamiliar girl into their circle, the boys naturally get annoyed.
“Brother, I’ll only play for a little while, please?”
The little girl clasps her fists in front of her chest, pouting and pleading with the boy who spoke up. Her soft, sugary voice stretches out each word, carrying a sweetness so thick it could melt hearts. Paired with her big, innocent eyes, her plea is irresistible.
The boys, who moments ago are adamant in their protests, find themselves blushing and stammering.
“Th-then… okay, but just for a little while,” one of them mumbles.
“Yeah, but don’t cry if it hurts,” another adds, scratching his head awkwardly.
Even though they lack the awareness to understand why, the group of boys suddenly find themselves wanting to protect the adorable little sister in front of them.
Only Huo Jun remains cold-faced. She hasn’t begged him—him, the leader of their group!
His irritation flares. Obviously, I’m the coolest, strongest one here. Why didn’t she ask me?
Annoyed, Huo Jun resolves to show her just how much more impressive he is.
“Then I’ll give it a try,” Baobao says, slipping on the boxing gloves. She steps up to the sandbag and adjusts her position, making a few practice motions.
“Baobao, punch right here, yeah, that’s it!”
“Be careful not to use too much strength, or your arms will hurt!”
The boys, now fully invested, start shouting tips and encouragement. It’s as if being called “brother” has transformed them into her loyal coaches.
“You all step back,” Baobao says sweetly. “If I use too much force, the sandbag might hit you.”
Her playful tone makes them laugh.
“Alright, alright, we’ll move!” The boys step back in unison, forming a wide circle around her.
In truth, none of them believe this delicate little girl can hit the bag with any significant force. If anything, they think her punch will barely nudge it. But to protect her pride, they pretend to take her warning seriously.
Baobao smirks inwardly, relishing the attention. She has mastered this innocent, “lotus-like” demeanor long ago, and now she feels like a delicate, cherished princess.
She plants her feet, turning her right foot slightly, and fixes her gaze on the sandbag. In the blink of an eye, she pushes off the ground and unleashes her punch.
Thud—
The sound is deafening, and the impact reverberates through the training center. The heavy leather sandbag flies upward, spinning in the air before completing a full 360-degree rotation.
The boys stare in stunned silence. The sandbag, which weighs dozens of kilograms, isn’t easy to move. Even Huo Jun, whose strength rivals that of an adult male, can only manage to push the sandbag to an angle. But Baobao’s punch has sent it soaring.
“Oh my god—”
The boys’ jaws drop, and their wide eyes dart between the sandbag and Baobao, unable to process what they’ve just witnessed.
A group of teenagers stands frozen, holding their jaws as if trying to push them back into place. Their eyes are locked on the little girl by the sandbag, who smiles shyly at them.
They quickly swallow hard, pinch their cheeks, and twist their thighs, seriously wondering if they’re still dreaming.
“Hey, everyone’s here playing?” Xu Hua arrives at that moment, carrying a tension bar. He’s familiar with the group of boys in front of him and greets them casually. “Don’t underestimate her just because she’s young. When she was sending that sandbag flying, you guys were probably still playing in the dirt,” Xu Hua jokes with a wide grin before turning to Baobao. “Let’s do the tension test now. This time, we’ll install twelve tension rings.”
The teenagers collectively freeze. They know tension rings are no joke—these are often used by their fathers for strength training at home. Normally, four or five rings are enough for a decent workout, and the difficulty increases exponentially with each additional ring.
Twelve?
Did they hear that right? Is this little girl seriously about to pull twelve tension rings?
“Goodbye, big brothers!”
Baobao hands the boxing gloves back to Huo Jun with a polite thank-you and a cheerful farewell.
As she walks off, she can’t help but smirk inwardly at the stunned expressions on the boys’ faces. After being tormented by her silly older brother, venting on this group of unsuspecting boys is the perfect way to balance things out.
With a wave, she follows Xu Hua to another open field for the tension test.
“Fake!” Huo Jun clenches his gloves, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. This isn’t a “real baby” at all.
“Thank you for teaching me boxing, Brother Huo!” Baobao suddenly turns back, stands on her tiptoes, and waves sweetly at him. Her smile is as innocent as it is dazzling.
Despite the humiliation from her earlier punch, Huo Jun can’t help but feel a little happy at her gratitude.
The little girl is unexpectedly polite.
He grips his gloves tightly, deciding he has to find out which family she belongs to. Maybe he’ll make an exception and let her join his field combat youth division.
Luckily Zhao Chenghu doesn’t know about this—otherwise, as the captain of the Xiagou Village Third Squad Railway Guerrilla Junior Division, he’d be the first to object.
Storyteller Valeraverucaviolet's Words
Dear Readers,
Due to a temporary website issue, starting around April 3, all novels started before January 2025 will be temporarily moved to the drafts folder for approximately 3–4 weeks. Unfortunately, this novel is included in that list.
In the meantime, I will be uploading the latest advance chapters to my Ko-fi account for my supporte