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

  Chapter 829 Leave

   "Liangzhou Prefecture has become a place of exile, I'm afraid you are the only one in the world who is so happy!" Yang Lan'er teased him.

   Their Liangzhou capital needs a population, a large number of people.

  The area of ​​the new fief is vast, but the population under its rule is pitifully small.

  Especially as the population goes west, the population decreases.

  These exiled prisoners, whether they were high-ranking officials or aristocrats or traffickers, as long as they entered the Liangzhou government and entered the area under their jurisdiction, no matter how tough they were, they had to behave with their tails between their legs.

   Don't think about their territory, they can still be as domineering as before.

  Everyone who arrives in Liangzhou’s jurisdiction, he will give them land to cultivate, at least it’s better than if they go to other places of exile and no one cares about them.

   Tan Anjun waved his hand indifferently: "Everything has advantages and disadvantages. Everything is based on the overall situation, and other insignificant things are trivial!"

  Yang Lan'er smiled lightly and asked, "Then shall we set off back to the fief as soon as possible?"

   "Well, I will bid farewell to Emperor Changxing when the supplies are ready." Tan Anjun didn't want to stay in the capital anymore, life here was too extravagant, and he was afraid that if he lived here for a long time, his guard camp would be rotten.

  Although they are not familiar with Liangzhou Prefecture, they just feel that it is their home.

   There their family can live freely.

  Yang Lan'er saw that he had returned empty-handed, so she asked, "Didn't you get the dowry back?"

   "Oh." Tan Anjun remembered now, and said to Gu Yu who was waiting beside him, "Xiao Liu is outside, go and bring in the box in Xiao Liu's hand."

   "Daddy, did you prepare a gift for us?" Tan Hankun's eyes were filled with stars when he heard the box, shining brightly. Don't you like to put gifts in boxes?

  Tan Anjun couldn't laugh or cry and knocked him on the head, "You have a beautiful idea!"

   "Oh! Mother, Daddy hit me!" Tan Hankun covered his forehead and complained to Yang Lan'er, his tone was as wronged as he wanted.

  Yang Lan'er was about to say something, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Sanbao had already picked up the pastry plate and threw it on the ground, and it was too late for her to stop it.

   There was only a 'pop' sound, and the pastry on the plate was shattered all over the floor.

   "Okay, another dish was sold today."

  Sanbao laughed when he saw Dizi's fate.

   Tan Anjun was very surprised, "When did Sanbao become so mischievous?"

  Yang Lan'er pulled out a hairpin from her bun and yanked it on the back of Sanbao's little hand, staring at him intentionally to scare him: "Next time you throw things around, you'll hit me!"

   As a result, Sibao responded by throwing the wooden toy on the ground in a similar fashion.

   Seeing this, Sanbao's expression of wanting to cry or not, immediately burst into laughter again.

   "This is your seed, take care of it." Yang Lan'er rubbed her forehead and yelled that she had a headache, got off the kang and pulled her shoes, and ran away in a hurry.

  Running to the door to meet Gu Yu, he didn't forget to **** the box from her hand.

  Tan Anjun held a baby in one hand, looked at the back of the rushing out and smiled helplessly, then turned around and asked the two big twins: "Is Daddy's seed not so bad?"

  Two treasures and one tiger, the three shook their heads in unison, we are excellent!

  Yang Lan'er went back to the study and opened the box. There was a thick stack of deeds and land deeds inside. She took it out and looked at it casually. There were shops, houses, and farmland. Most of the locations were in the prosperous areas of the capital and the suburbs of Beijing.

  It is impossible to sell these industries. The shops in such a prosperous area cannot be bought even if others want to buy them.

  Since it is impossible to sell, corresponding arrangements must be made.

   Take advantage of the few days before leaving to make proper arrangements, leaving a bunch of things like the trusted Prime Minister in charge.

   Time flies, and soon it will be time to leave.

   After Tan Anjun bid farewell to Emperor Changxing, the next day, early in the morning.

  At the north gate of the capital, there were only a few good friends to see off.

  For example, Lord Su’s mansion, this Lord Su is Su Yongyuan’s uncle, Yang Lan’er’s credit was sent to Emperor Yonghui’s imperial case through him. It can also be said that Yang Lan’er’s title is inseparable from him.

  This time Lord Mu returned to Beijing, he was the first official in Beijing to visit. The person who saw him off was the chief steward of the Su Mansion.

  Then there is Qi Xiang, the right general. The two families returned to Beijing together. When the mansion settled down, he had been to the palace several times.

  Today he deliberately asked for leave and waited early at the Shili Pavilion outside the city gate.

  Because of avoiding suspicion, the people seeing off stood in the Shili Pavilion, watched the convoy passing by from a distance, and could only look at each other and wave, which was regarded as a kind of friendship.

  Qi Xiang looked at the convoy going away, gliding away like a spirit snake, leaving only a tail of yellow sand and smoke in the end.

  Xiao Yuan was like a green pine that would never fall, standing firmly by his side to guard him, and seeing his reluctance, he asked, "Why didn't the master go up to say goodbye just now?"

Qi Xiang withdrew her confused gaze, and hummed: "I have already explained to their mansion a few days ago what I should explain. What else can I say today? Besides, if this general steps forward, some people in the palace will be in fear and panic. It can't last forever."

  Xiaoyuan reminded: "Master, you are now a general." You are no longer the right general at the frontier.

  Besides, the one in the palace is suspicious, but not in a constant state of panic, which is too exaggerated. His master is not afraid that the man in the palace will withdraw his position.

   "The general is also a general." Qi Xiang turned around and kicked him, angrily said: "Go and bring the horse over."

   "Master, you are not going back home?"

  This is not the way back to the city.

  Xiao Yuan saw his master flying on the horse and ran towards the road of Daying in Kyoto, hurriedly following behind and shouting: "You have taken a rest today!"

   Qi Xiang rode his horse forward without looking back, why did he go back home? To see that late lady's face?

  He has no tendency to masochistic!

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  Yang Lan'er sat in the carriage and waved to them. She waited until she could no longer see anyone before putting down the curtain.

   But not long after, Li Chun rode a horse to catch up and knocked on the window of the car, and then went to Liangzhou Mansion. Except for Xiao Ruo, the maids around Yang Lan'er took turns riding horses and taking turns serving in the carriage.

  Yang Lan'er opened the curtains and looked at her: "What's the matter?"

  Li Chun handed over a box and said with a smile, "This is a gift from General Qi before leaving. He said he hoped you would like it."

  As soon as they heard about the gift, Tan Hanyu and Tan Hankun, who were honestly sitting in the carriage, rushed over immediately.

  Tan Hankun snatched the box quickly: "A present? What kind of gift? Mother, show me."

  Lichun rode on the horse, stretched his neck and wanted to know what was in the box.

  Yang Lan'er glanced at her and put down the bamboo curtain mercilessly, blocking her peeping eyes.

   "Mother, what is this painting?" Tan Hankun pinched a piece of paper in his hand and asked Yang Lan'er.

  Tan Hanyu read all the drawings in the box, frowning slightly, he couldn't understand, what was the drawing?

  Yang Lan'er took the drawing from their hands and looked at it, a smile immediately appeared on his face: "Only he can think of such a desirable gift."