The Leisurely Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-law

  Chapter 798 It's been a long time since I lived a good life

   Arriving in Huangyuan, a group of people went directly to the fields.

   When everyone got out of the carriage, the coachman unloaded the carriage and drove the steed horses pulling the carriage together with the steeds of the guards.

   Today we start with sweet potatoes, and the sweet potato vines in the sweet potato field are just the best feed for livestock.

   There is no need to graze more than 100 top-quality horses produced by Yang Lan'er's space, just feed sweet potato vines directly.

  The ancestors of these steeds were wild horses captured in Dachong Mountain.

  After space breeding and breeding, the stamina, speed and explosive power are not comparable to the horses outside, and the number is very considerable.

  The last time Yang Laner cleaned up the animals in the space, but this horse dared not let it out.

  If she didn’t confiscate the family and exterminate the family of the foreign horse trader, she would like to be a horse dealer and send people to run this business.

   But she dared not sell it, even to a businessman from Daying Kingdom.

  Who knows if this top-quality horse will be exiled to foreign lands? If they are exiled, the barbarians improve their horse breeds through breeding and crossbreeding, and what if they turn their heads against Daying Kingdom?

  That means the enemy is more powerful than a tiger!

  When Yang Lan'er arrived, the long-term and part-time workers in Huangyuan were already busy in the field.

  The horses were arranged, and Yang Lan'er's guard team also joined in.

   That speed is a propulsion visible to the naked eye.

  Yang Lan'er, in order to let the children re-experience the difficulty of labor, joined them in the team to pull sweet potatoes.

  It is to remove the stubble from the turned out sweet potatoes, and then put them into baskets or sacks for easy transportation back.

   Don't look at the simple and effortless work, but the juice secreted by the sweet potato will get on your hands and clothes if you are not careful.

   Moreover, this kind of juice is the most annoying. Once it is stained, it cannot be washed or removed at the time. It will take a period of time to wash it off slowly.

  Kun'er looked at the sweet potatoes in the basket, as if he could already smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

  So he picked it and asked: "Mother, can I roast sweet potatoes with so many sweet potatoes?"

  The children are not afraid of being dirty or tiring to work, and Yang Lan'er has to give them a taste of sweetness: "Yes, we have a bumper harvest this year, how much do you want to eat? I'm afraid you don't want to eat it."

   "That can't be done, my son will ask Xiao Shan to help me make a fire and roast sweet potatoes."

  Xiaoshan is a young boy that Kuner added later.

  Yang Lan'er was stunned: "Are you going to bake in this field now?"

  Kuner asked back: "Then why not?"

   At this time, the mouth is hungry, of course it is baked at this time. Going back to bake, does he need to say now?

Ok!

   It's not that society is too complicated, but that she thinks too simple.

  Even her son of a few years old can play routines, but she is still jumping in front of the threshold.

  Yang Lan'er spread out her hands. To the sons who were becoming more and more assertive, she was angry and funny and more helpless: "Well, even if you want to roast on the spot at this time, do you have any firewood?"

  The whole field around  , the weeds are clean, there is no dry grass that can be burned.

   "Just ask Xiao Shan to pick some up." Kun'er felt that this was not a problem in the wild, and her mother was getting more and more naive because of being spoiled by her father.

   "It's ten miles away from the mountains."

  Kun'er was reminded by Yang Lan'er, squatting on the ground picking sweet potatoes and looking into the distance, the nearest mountain range was also at the edge of the field.

   Do you just give up like this?

  He is unwilling or not reconciled, this is an idea he finally came up with, it is fun and delicious.

  Yang Lan'er looked at his frowning and tangled expression, and asked softly, "Why don't you forget it? Let Mrs. Wang bake you ten or eight when I go back?"

  He didn't want it, "Let Xiao Shan ride a horse, our horses come and go like the wind, very fast!"

   "..."

  Yang Lan'er was stunned by Kun'er's unconstrained ideas.

   She asked Tan Hanyu, who had been silent beside her, dumbfoundingly: "What do you think of Yu'er?"

  Tan Hanyu, who was asked, raised his head and looked at his mother, then turned his head to look at his younger brother, and said bluntly: "Impractical!"

   With a puff, Yang Lan'er laughed!

  Like the two faces of Tan Anjun's miniature version. The eldest son, Yu'er, had a cold and indifferent face, which is said to be cool in later generations.

  The face of the second son, Kun'er, was completely replaced by disbelief, and his expression was so cute!

  Yang Lan'er felt itchy and wanted to rub their little cheeks.

  However, I looked down at my dirty hands, forget it, give up.

   "Why?" Kun'er was not convinced.

  Yuer rolled her eyes at him unceremoniously this time, she was so stupid: "Zhuangzi's kitchen is closer!"

  Kun'er: "..."

  Look at the big courtyard of Zhuangzi, and look at the mountains in the distance.

  No harm without contrast!

  At this moment, he remembered this sentence that his mother often said.

  The straight-line distance between the courtyard and the mountain is twice as different!

"Ha ha…"

  Yang Lan'er laughed heartily without hesitation!

  …

  It took more than ten days for the sweet potatoes and potatoes to be harvested, and Yang Lan'er didn't care about the remaining miscellaneous grains. She took the children and her guards back to the city.

   Fortunately, the weather is beautiful, and the autumn harvest has been busy for more than a month, and the sky is clear. Let the people's grain be collected into the granary without accident.

  Back to the mansion, the first thing Yang Lan'er did was to drive the children to wash up.

  The wind and dust along the way wash away the lead.

   Changed back to the brocade clothes in the closet.

  The wind and sun for half a month has caused the skin on the face to be rough. Yang Lan'er wants to lie on the couch and apply a mask.

  You can see the black spots on your hands that are not washed well...

  Yang Lan'er shook her head and pressed her thoughts, and buried her head in the study.

  Having been busy in Zhuangzi for half a month, it has already entered October, and she needs to reconcile the account books in September.

  The profits and losses of various places last month, no matter how large or small, must be cleared up, and the monthly silver should be distributed to everyone in a few days.

   No matter how lazy you are, you can't delay the day when everyone receives the moon silver.

After dinner in the evening, I kissed the babies for a while, and when the two little babies fell asleep, they were carried back to the room by the nanny, and the eldest and second babies were also urged to go back to the room by her: "Kun'er Yu'er has been tired for half a month, you should also go early Go back to sleep. Tomorrow I have to get up early to practice."

   In two days' time, it's time to go back to the private school after the autumn harvest break.

"Mother, I also want to go to bed early, but look at my hands." Kun'er said and raised her little hand to Yang Lan'er's eyes, "This sweet potato juice has been on my hands for half a month, and I can't wash it off. Dropped. I used to work on Zhuangzi every day and didn’t feel it, but now I feel uncomfortable no matter what, I really want to pick it off.”

   Sure enough, Yang Lan'er took a serious look, and her little hands turned red.

  Suddenly, I was angry and distressed in my heart, and my tone was unconsciously tinged with smoke and fire: "What are you doing when you have nothing to do? Wash your hands every day and you will wash them slowly. You always pick like this to be careful that your hands will be smashed!"

   "It's uncomfortable when it sticks to my hands, and I can't help but want to pick it!" Kun'er was aggrieved.

  Yang Lan'er glanced at Yu'er, and saw that his hands were also red.

  She patted Kun'er on the back: "Why haven't you guys been so clean before? Is it because you have lived in comfort for too long, or can't adapt to the hard-working life?"

  (end of this chapter)