Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1249 What to do (four more)

Old Yang's house.

At night, Yang Yongjin took a bath early and lay down on the bed.

Looking at Bamei Cao who was doing needlework under the lamp, Yang Yongjin was full of joy in his eyes.

"Eight sister, what are you doing embroidery?" Yang Yongjin asked.

Cao Bamei said: "It's a piece of clothing belonging to my fourth brother. It has a seam. I'll mend it."

Yang Yongjin nodded.

"You also help the fourth brother mend clothes, you are such a good sister-in-law." He said.

Bamei Cao glanced at him and smiled.

"That's what I should do," she said.

The woman's gentle smile was like a kitten's paw, scratching Yang Yongjin's heart.

The hairy young man who just got married is very angry.

After having tasted that taste in the bridal chamber night, he has been thinking about it for the past two days.

It's a pity that I was visiting relatives and friends, and there were always people at home, so I didn't have time to talk to her.

"It's late at night, go to bed."

He extended an implicit invitation to her.

Cao Bamei paused slightly with her fingers holding the embroidery needle.

The words that Xiao Yu asked during the day rang in her ears again, her face was a little hot, and her breathing was a little short.

"I, I'll wait a little longer, you, you go to bed first."

Bamei Cao lowered her eyebrows, not daring to look at the fiery gaze on the bed.

But Yang Yongjin got out of bed and came to her.

The men of the farmers' families sleep, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, they only wear a pair of nose pants.

At this moment, Yang Yongjin was also shirtless, and came in front of Cao Bamei wearing only a pair of nose trousers.

"I'll mend it tomorrow, let's sleep first!"

He stretched out a big hand and pressed it lightly on her shoulder.

From her angle, she just happened to see what was propped up inside the trousers.

She tensed up all over, shy, sweet and nervous at the same time.

"me……"

"What's the matter?"

He leaned over and asked.

Seeing her tense appearance, he was a little puzzled.

"It's nothing." She whispered, her voice was as thin as a mosquito moan.

Yang Yongjin liked her like this, took the embroidery work from her hand and put it in the needlework dustpan beside her.

Then, he pulled her up and went straight to bed.

As soon as she came to the bed, she was pushed down by him.

He pressed down, grabbed her chin, and slid his tongue in.

Her clothes were thrown out one by one from the fallen tent.

In the room, the panting gradually increased.

The bed began to shake again...

In another room across the wall.

Yang Hua'an stepped on the table as usual, and stared at the next room with his eyes fixed on the hole.

"Hey, that tent is so fucking in the way!"

As he watched, he complained in his heart.

Behind him, Jin looked at Yang Hua'an with grief and indignation, but did not dare to drag him.

In the end, the woman sat aside and wiped her tears.

Yang Hua'an didn't pay attention to the Jin family, he was excited, and while watching, he tilted the scenery inside the tent.

For the first time in his life, he discovered that some things are just like that when he does it himself.

Going to spy on other people's work, the taste is completely different.

It's wonderful!
Well, it seems that it is not entirely a bad thing for a son to marry a wife.

Looking back, I have to make a hole in the wall of Yongxian's house.

As a father, he has to check the whole process of his sons' grandchildren!
……

The next day, Yang Ruoqing released the pigeons early in the morning.

She wrote the letter when she got back to the house last night.

Never been this positive.

I fed the carrier pigeon early in the morning and sent it up to the south.

According to the time, if the carrier pigeon is not shot down to be roasted squab, the letter should reach Tang Yazi's hands in two days.

hey-hey……

This is a reminder to get married.

Thinking of Luo Fengtang's reaction when he received this letter, she couldn't help getting excited.

Turning around, Mrs. Sun was coming from the backyard with a bed of brand new cotton wool.

"Mother, where are you going?" Yang Ruoqing hurried over and asked.

Sun said with a smile: "Mother, go to the new house and tidy it up for you!"

Yang Ruoqing blushed a little, and reached out to take the brand new cotton wool: "I'll go there with my mother."

The mother and daughter came to the new house.

The new house is not far from Yang Ruoqing's current home.

However, it is much more grand.

The blueprint of the new house was planned and designed by Yang Ruoqing referring to the Humble Administrator's Garden.

Then, it borrowed some features from Zou County Magistrate and Nanwang Mansion, and integrated them with the local terrain, folk customs, and various aspects to create an idyllic courtyard.

The courtyard is very big, as big as seven or eight of the house she lives in now.

Inside, a rockery was made, a bamboo forest was planted, and a small artificial lake was dug.

There are trails on the rockery, pavilions in the depths of the bamboo forest, and trestles on the small lake.

The mother and daughter traveled all the way, and wherever they went, it was like a garden.

Sun couldn't help but tsk-tsk: "This house is just like in a painting. Every time your fifth aunt and I come back, we have to talk about it."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and touched it with my own hands, I would have thought it was in a dream."

Hearing Sun's words, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

This house, in ten miles and eight villages, is indeed enough to shock the villagers.

But when it comes to the real upper class, the family of the princes, they all live in such a house!
Hey, if there is no comparison, there will be no harm. There is a difference between this person and another person after birth.

The mother and daughter walked through the veranda, around the pavilion, and at the end of a path full of oleanders, there appeared an arched hanging flower door.

"It's here."

Yang Ruoqing said.

In such a big house, she and Tang Yazi chose to sleep, read books, practice swords, and eat in the small courtyard here.

The scenery here is good and quiet.

The living room, study room, small kitchen, and the room where he kept his weapons are all available.

"Mother, let's come in!" Yang Ruoqing said, carrying the cotton wool first into the yard.

The small courtyard is elegantly furnished.

There are three rooms on the front, and the main room in the middle.

On the left is the wing, and on the right is the study.

The floor of the main room is all waterproof and moisture-proof, and the top is covered with insect-proof wooden boards.

Step on it, the touch is extremely good.

On the table of the Eight Immortals in the middle, there is a blue and white porcelain vase with a thin neck, in which there are a handful of plum blossoms made by Mrs. Sun and the others out of cloth.

On both sides of the Eight Immortals table are two Taishi chairs.

Then on the left and right sides, there are also two sets of tea tables, tables and chairs.

When family and friends come to play and talk, drink tea and chat here.

"Mother, is the cotton wool stored in the wing room?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Sun nodded.

The two of them then entered the wing on the left.

The style of the wing room is different from that of the main room.

The wardrobe is a three-dimensional wardrobe built next to the wall, which is designed by Yang Ruoqing.

The bed is the kind of retro carved bed, visually, it is two meters wide.

There are pedals, bedside tables, and dressing tables in front of the bed.

The color and material of the furniture in the whole house are uniform.

Coupled with the floor under the feet, this pure wood style has an indescribable high-end, atmospheric and elegant.

It makes people feel comfortable in it, and every cell seems to have a perfect communication with nature.

(End of this chapter)