The next day, early in the morning, Chu Lian was sent away by Yang Dong.
A few days later, Wang Xiangxiang also returned to the county town with the first batch of underwear she had made.
Yang Ming’s health had improved a lot, thanks to his strong constitution. His breathing was now much smoother, and as long as he finished the remaining medicine, there should be no problem.
Seeing her bargain of a husband getting better day by day, becoming more energetic and regaining his masculine vitality, Xiaoxiao felt at ease. She began to ponder over how to deal with those pickled vegetables.
"Husband, what exactly should we do with those pickled vegetables? We can’t just keep them there forever; they’ll go bad if left for too long."
Yang Ming, who was asked, put down the book he was reading and said to his wife, "I was originally planning to find a place in the mountains to bury them when spring arrives."
Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and felt that this method wasn’t quite feasible. The mountain roads were difficult to traverse, horses couldn’t be used, and if they were to transport everything manually, that would be tens of thousands of kilos of pickled vegetables. How much labor would that require?
It would be more appropriate to find a plain to bury them. Besides, although rat poison had been used, it would decompose once buried in the ground. After a year, it wouldn’t affect the growth of crops, and the harvested produce wouldn’t be poisonous. On the contrary, it would turn into fertilizer and create fertile land.
After much consideration, purchasing a piece of plain land seemed the most appropriate. She wanted to buy land anyway, as food is the paramount necessity of the people. Having more land was good, and she wanted to experience what it was like to be a landlord.
So she shared her thoughts with Yang Ming.
After hearing his wife’s suggestion, Yang Ming found it very reasonable. He hadn’t expected his wife to actually have aspirations of becoming a landlord.
"Wife, how much land are you planning to buy?"
After thinking for a while about how much land would be appropriate, Xiaoxiao made a "two" gesture with her hands towards her bargain of a husband, blinking her eyes and saying with a smile, "Twenty acres."
Yang Ming couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his wife’s cute action. She had just been high-spirited about becoming a landlord, and now she thought twenty acres were enough to qualify as one. This was the first time he’d heard such a thing.
You should know that even a small landlord usually had at least several hundred, if not a thousand acres of land.
After Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she heard her bargain of a husband’s laughter. Had she said something wrong?
Ever since the last time her bargain of a husband laughed his heart out, he always seemed to have a smile on his face, which was much more charming than the stiff smile he used to have.
"Husband, what are you laughing at?"
"I’m not laughing at anything." Seeing his wife’s inquiry, Yang Ming quickly stopped laughing.
Just a moment ago he was chuckling, and now he was suddenly saying he wasn’t laughing. There must be something behind this. "You’re lying."
"I’m not lying," Yang Ming said with indulgent tenderness.
"Humph, liars are puppies," Xiaoxiao pouted, wanting to know why he laughed. What was so funny about her wanting to buy twenty acres of land?
"Yes, lying to you makes me a puppy."
Xiaoxiao moved her face close to her bargain of a husband’s and stared intently, saying very seriously, "Husband, look into my eyes."
Yang Ming didn’t know what his wife was up to but still did as instructed and stared steadfastly into her eyes.
"There’s a puppy in my eyes."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming immediately realized his wife was teasing him. His wife implied he was that puppy. "Yes, I see it, it’s a male dog."
At her bargain of a husband’s words, Xiaoxiao burst into giggles. While she was laughing happily, her forehead was suddenly kissed by her bargain of a husband.
"Just look, that male dog in my eyes also sees a female dog in yours."