When Han Youniang heard that her husband had entered the capital to become an official, she was like a happy magpie. Yang Ling saw that she was so happy that she forgot herself and couldn't help but let go of his worries and temporarily put aside his doubts. He could feel Young-niang's joy and share that sweet feeling.
Han Youniang's face swelled up like an apple and she happily said, "I knew that husband was a scholar with great prospects and could definitely become a high-ranking official. When father comes back, I will tell him. He will definitely be very happy. "
Yang Ling smiled and pulled her into his arms. He softly said, "Look at how happy you are. Keep your voice down. When we get back, just tell father-in-law. The official letter from the capital specifically said that it is not appropriate to make it public for the time being. The fewer people who know, the better."
Han Youniang also thought that this was the rule of the Imperial Bodyguard. Although she felt that it was a pity that her husband could not bring glory to the village after becoming a high-ranking official, since he said that no one could know, she obediently said, "En, then I will go back and tell father. I won't tell anyone."
The more gentle and obedient Han Youniang was, the more Yang Ling felt sorry. Although the empty promise he gave to Ma Lian 'er was only an illusion and a castle in the air, he still couldn't bear to hide it from Young-niang. He sighed and buried his head in Young-niang's neck. He caressed her delicate skin and carefully said, "Young-niang, husband … there is one more thing …"
Han Youniang's delicate body trembled and her face suddenly turned red. She felt uncomfortable all over. After seeing her husband's frightening murder weapon last night, Young-niang thought of what the aunties had told her when they left the pavilion and couldn't help but let her imagination run wild. Who said that young girls don't yearn for love? After Yang Ling fell asleep for a long time, the little girl still held her fragrant cheeks and looked at him sleepily for half the night.
At this time, when she was held in Yang Ling's arms in such an intimate position and heard his warm words, her thoughts immediately went astray. Young-niang's hair all stood up. She shyly said, "Husband … husband, what is it?"
Yang Ling stammered as he told her about hearing that Ma Lian wanted to marry his sister to Bi Dushi as a concubine, as well as the three year promise he made with her. After he finished, Yang Ling secretly looked at Young-niang and saw that the little girl's shoulders were slumped and her small face was clearly a bit depressed.
Yang Ling said guiltily, "Young-niang, this is my fault … But that Bi Dushi … I … My current three year promise is just that. Husband has never thought of marrying a beautiful woman. With you, husband is really satisfied. Don't be angry, okay?"
Han Youniang had just heard this news and was really a bit sad. But thinking about her husband's temperament, he really wasn't a romantic man. Who didn't have a few wives and concubines when they became a high-ranking official? According to the rules, if he wanted to take a concubine, he didn't need to ask for her permission. Now that he was so careful, afraid that she would be unhappy, she should be satisfied.
Father was right. The more husband loves me, the more I have to reflect on myself. I can't be arrogant because of his love. Besides … Sigh! Who asked her husband to spend a night with her? Putting herself in his shoes, if it was her, she wouldn't be able to marry anyone else. She couldn't possibly harm Miss Ma for the rest of her life.
Thinking of this, Young-niang cheered up and said to Yang Ling, "Husband, Young-niang isn't a jealous person. This is also the fate of Sister Lian 'er and you. Since it's like this, let's ask a famous elder in the county to come forward and settle this matter with the Ma family first."
Yang Ling let out a sigh of relief and said, "I can't say it. Let's not talk about it now. Bi Dushi is a person of status. As long as Miss Ma has made up her mind, he wouldn't dare to force her to marry. Miss Ma will soon go back to her hometown in Jinling with a coffin. There are many talents in the noble families there. Three years later, she might take a fancy to some young talent. Why do you want to tie her up? "
Although Han Youniang didn't want to share her husband's love with someone else, she didn't like to hear him belittle her. In her little heart, her husband was the most capable and considerate husband. If one day Ma Lian 'er really took a fancy to someone else, she would be as blind as a bat.
Hearing Yang Ling's words, she put aside her jealousy and said with some dissatisfaction, "Humph, if that's really the case, then she's not lucky. Who's better than my husband?"
Yang Ling felt warm at her words. He couldn't help but tease her, "Since husband is so good, how about I find a few more sisters for you?"
Han Youniang knew that her husband was teasing her, but she still couldn't help but say anxiously, "No, no, no. Our … our … our family's pot can't cook that many people."
Yang Ling couldn't help but laugh when he heard her hurriedly come up with such an excuse. Unexpectedly, Young-niang added, "Besides, husband's health isn't good. Even if you're not worried, I'm worried."
Yang Ling's laughter stopped abruptly. After a while, he said angrily, "What? You think my health is weak? Is husband's health very weak? "
"No, no, no." Han Youniang smiled and said in a gentle voice like she was coaxing a child, "Husband, you've wronged me. I'm saying that your health has just recovered. Wu wu … en …"
Before she could finish her sentence, Yang Ling had already kissed her on the lips, thinking hatefully to himself, "This little girl has been spoiled by me, to think that she has started to tease me. Today, I have to enforce the family rules, or else I will lose all my authority as a husband in no time."
Unexpectedly, after kissing for a while, Yang Ling felt that a certain part of him was swollen. He couldn't help but stare at Young-niang's little mouth lecherously and begged, "My good wife, you can't stand a kiss from husband. Can you help husband? Young-niang, be good, Young-niang … "
Han Youniang giggled and quickly jumped away from his knee to escape. With a clang, Young-niang's voice came from outside the room, "Spring is hot. Husband, drink more tea. Since the sun is just right, I'll go wash … wash the quilt."
* * *
A diligent little bee!
This was Yang Ling's evaluation of his beloved wife. She didn't allow him to do it because men should not fiddle with these things. Because she was spoiled to the point of becoming increasingly arrogant, the courageous little girl added, "Men pack things. Their hands and feet are clumsy. They say they want to help, but the more they help, the more troublesome it will be. My dear husband, you'd better sit there obediently. "
Husband Yang sat there obediently for a while. Seeing Han Youniang rummaging through the drawers and cabinets to pack the things to bring to the capital, he thought that he should also sort out the accounts and sort out the secret letters from the Imperial Bodyguard. In case he needed to hand them over when he entered the capital, he wouldn't have to be flustered. So, he informed Young-niang and rushed back to the office.
Yang Ling sorted out the letters. Just as he locked the cabinet with the goldfish lock, he suddenly heard a dull kick on the door from outside. Yang Ling hurriedly put on his shoes and ran outside to open the door. He saw Ma Lian'er standing at the door with a towel on her hands, holding a small steaming iron pot.
Yang Ling was greatly surprised and hurriedly let her in. Ma Lian'er put the iron pot on the table and said shyly, "I … I saw that you were still working at night, so I made something to eat. I don't know if it is to your taste."
Yang Ling was no longer as muddle-headed as when he first came to this era. He knew clearly what it meant for a woman to take the initiative to cook for a man. "After three days in the kitchen, I wash my hands and make soup." Ma Lian'er wanted to serve him like a bride.
Yang Ling had eaten this thing at a banquet in the county, so he knew that the so-called side stove was a hotpot. He opened the lid and saw that the steaming soup was filled with green mountain vegetables, black mushrooms, pink deer meat, white onions, and ginger slices … it really made one's mouth water. Yang Ling couldn't help but praise, "It smells so good. It's even better than the chefs at Swan Goose Restaurant."
Hearing his praise, Ma Lian'er immediately smiled. She took out a pair of chopsticks from her sleeve and was about to let him have a taste when Han Youniang's excited voice came from outside the door, "Husband, Big Brother brought back some rare things from the prefectural city. This is …"
Following the voice, Han Youniang stepped through the door. She saw that Ma Lian'er was also present and couldn't help but pause. Ma Lian'er had received a promise from Yang Ling, but she was still an outsider. Now that she was caught red-handed by Young-niang, her face flushed red.
Yang Ling was not prepared for this kind of situation. The three stared at each other in a daze for a moment. Han Youniang suddenly said with a smile, "Lian'er jiejie, you are also here."
Ma Lian'er sighed in relief and said with slight bashfulness, "Young-niang meimei, I … I made a side stove tonight. Yang Dage, please have a taste. My skills are not as good as Meimei's. If you don't mind, come and have a taste."
Yang Ling saw that Young-niang was holding a few things in her hands and couldn't see them clearly under the light. He couldn't help but ask, "Young-niang, what are you holding?"
Han Youniang said, "Husband, this is what Big Brother brought back from the prefectural city. I heard that it was passed to our Ming Destiny by a foreign gang. It's called sweet potatoes. When cooked, it tastes sweet. Have a taste. Oh, Lian'er jiejie, have a taste."
Yang Ling saw the things she held up in her hands and said in curiosity, "… … sweet potatoes?" He examined them closely and found that they were two pieces of sweet potatoes.
Han Youniang said in puzzlement, "Husband, recognized them? These are things that came from a foreign gang. I heard Big Brother say that people in the south grow them. They are rare here but not expensive. Let's buy some to try. "
Yang Ling hurriedly covered up and said, "I … … Oh, when I went to the prefectural city examination, I saw these things." He smiled and said, "Looks like they have been left for a winter and have less moisture. They taste sweeter when roasted. Oh right, these things are easier to grow and produce than our grains here. Why don't you plant them in large quantities? One mu of land can probably produce a lot more grain. "
Han Youniang looked curiously at the things in her hands and said, "How do you plant these without seeds? And I don't know if they are suitable for farming here. The farmers all rely on the harvest to live. Who dares to plant them? "
Yang Ling then remembered that he had never seen corn, sweet potatoes, and other crops that were suitable for farming in the north. The crops here were basically wheat, corn, beans, and millet. It seemed that with the maritime trade, these foreign things had been introduced to the Great Ming Dynasty, but they hadn't been popularized yet. If these crops were popularized, then it would have a great effect on the agricultural production of the entire Great Ming Dynasty.
Yang Ling knew that farmers valued their land the most. If they suddenly took some unfamiliar crops and asked them to replace the grain that they had been growing for hundreds of years, no one would dare to take the risk. This time when he came to the capital, he might as well find a chance to mention this to the imperial court. If it could attract their attention and the imperial court came out to popularize it, he would have done a good deed that would benefit the country and the people.
Thinking of this, Yang Ling was overjoyed. He knew that since he had not touched it, Young-niang must not have eaten a single bite. He happily took the sweet potato from Young-niang's hands and broke off a big piece. He affectionately stuffed it into her mouth and said, "Try it, is it delicious?"
His eyes flashed and he saw Ma Lian 'er's face full of envy. He thought that she was also envious of this rare thing that she had never seen before, so he stuffed the sweet potato into her hands and said with a smile, "Here, you try it too. It's very sweet."
Ma Lian 'er made a sound of agreement and looked at him affectionately. Just as she put the sweet potato into her mouth, Han Youniang made an "oh" sound and her expression became a little strange. It turned out that Yang Ling had broken off a big piece and stuffed it into her mouth. Han Youniang thought it looked too ugly with her puffed up cheeks and ate too quickly. She actually choked.
Seeing this, Ma Lian 'er hurriedly put down the sweet potato and helped Young-niang sit down on a chair. Then she picked up Yang Ling's teacup and offered it over. She said, "Meimei Young-niang, drink some tea."
Young-niang took the cup and drank a few mouthfuls to moisten her throat. She glanced meaningfully at her and said embarrassedly, "Meimei must be joking. But this thing is really sweet. Meimei, you should try it."
Ma Lian 'er made a sound of agreement and took the sweet potato. She passed the chopsticks into Young-niang's hands and said softly, "Meimei should also try my cooking. My cooking is not good, don't laugh at me."
The two women, one eating the sweet potato, the other tasting the hot pot, suddenly became harmonious as they chatted and laughed. Yang Ling stood at the side and did not know that the Senate and Senate had reached some kind of consensus on the sovereignty of the country and the issue of a coalition.
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