I bring bad luck to my husband, you bring bad luck to your wife.

After hearing this, Xiangxi did not immediately agree, saying that she would think about it some more.

That evening, Yang Tongchuan finally had a chance to use his pent-up energy after several days of restraint, leaving Xiangxi breathless with exhaustion.

Xiang Ge boiled a big pot of water, and it's all used up.

"Get out of here quickly." Xiangxi clung to Yang Tongchuan, as if she were glued to him.

"Mmm," Yang Tongchuan replied verbally, but his body language betrayed him, remaining motionless and too lazy to move.

Angering Xiangxi caused another wave of discomfort.

"I really can't take it anymore, I won't be able to get up tomorrow." Xiangxi was in a state of post-coital bliss at this moment and couldn't withstand anything else.

"If you can't get up, you can't get up. You're the head of the household now. If you don't get up, who else dares to wake you?"

Xiangxi couldn't argue with him, nor could she beat him, so she angrily bit Yang Tongchuan's arm.

Ugh, it's so salty, and it's all sweat.

"Your arm is so hard, why don't you bite somewhere else?" Yang Tongchuan mischievously raised his waist.

Xiangxi gave up; in the realm of making lewd jokes, he could never surpass Yang Tongchuan.

Yang Tongchuan waited for a while, but Xiangxi did not retaliate.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that he had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Yang Tongchuan reluctantly put the person down, got up and carefully washed Xiangxi with hot water. After checking, he realized that he had gone a bit too far.

I took a jar of ointment from the bedside table, intending to apply it to Xiangxi.

The medicine probably contained borneol; after applying it, Xiangxi jolted awake from the pain.

Then Xiangxi felt a warm breeze blowing on her body.

It's like comforting a child who has hurt themselves; they say it doesn't hurt.

Embarrassed, Xiangxi rolled over and hid under the covers, hiding her head in the bed.

Yang Tongchuan found it quite amusing. After putting the medicine back, he wanted to hug Xiangxi and go to sleep.

Turning his head, he was startled to find that Xuebao, who was sleeping on his crib, had woken up at some point and was sitting upright on the edge of the crib, grinning foolishly at Yang Tongchuan.

Oh no, if Xiangxi finds out that Xuebao might have seen what just happened, I'll be in real trouble.

Yang Tongchuan made a shushing gesture at Xuebao, then turned to look at Xianghao, who seemed to have fallen asleep again.

She quietly picked the child up from the crib, wrapped him in a thin blanket, and tiptoed out of the room.

With nowhere to go late at night, the father and son went to sit in the main hall.

Olaf wanted to go out and kept pointing to the door.

"You can't go out, or bad people will steal you away." Yang Tongchuan bullied Xuebao because she was small, using the same old trick to scare the child.

Olaf actually believed it and suffered the consequences of his age.

The two armchairs in the center of the main hall were left by the previous owner.

Yang Tongchuan wrapped Xuebao in a blanket, and the two of them sat in the main chair late at night, looking at each other.

"Baby, this is our home now, and your dad is sitting in this seat."

Yang Tongchuan had coveted his father's armchair since he was a child, but his father never allowed him to touch it.

Now he has one of his own, and it's even better than his father's.

Before they knew it, it was the end of March. After tidying up her house, Xiangxi decided to go back to Shuanghua Pavilion to work.

Brother Xiang is a good father, and Xuebao is now familiar with him.

Before leaving, Xiangxi would tell Xiangge that he didn't need to do any chores at home during the day, just to take good care of Xuebao.

Xiang Ge agreed very seriously, and as it turned out, he took good care of Xue Bao and really put his heart into it.

The new county magistrate that Yang Tongchuan had been waiting for for a long time finally arrived.

No wonder he was walking slowly; this gentleman had brought his wife and children with him.

When officials are sent to other places, they rarely move their entire families. At most, they bring a concubine to serve them, while their wives and children are left in their hometown to serve their parents-in-law.

The new county magistrate is named Du Boming. He is almost forty years old and has brought his family to Changxing County to serve as the county magistrate.

Yang Tongchuan was prepared, knowing this was a difficult person to please. Unexpectedly, his first impression of the county magistrate was quite good; he even felt the magistrate was a bit lazy.

After taking a stroll around the yamen every day, Du Boming would disappear without a trace.

To find him, you have to go to his house. Every time you see him, he's either reciting poetry or painting, or playing with cats and birds.

His wife lives a secluded life and rarely appears in public.

It was later learned that Du Boming's wife had suffered facial injuries in an accident, so she did not want to see outsiders.

County Magistrate Du had two daughters and a son. The eldest son stayed in the capital and was taught by his elders, while the two daughters stayed with their parents and worked in other places.

That day, Yang Tongchuan needed to see County Magistrate Du, and unsurprisingly, he had to come to his house.

After the steward led him inside, he finally saw County Magistrate Du at the entrance of the study. He was taking advantage of the good weather to air his books in the courtyard.

"Officer Yang is here. What brings you here?"

"Reporting to the County Commandant, two prisoners in the cell have completed their sentences, and the jailer has submitted their release applications. We need your signature to issue the release papers."

"Shouldn't this be the magistrate's job? Why am I signing this?"

"The position of magistrate of Changxing County is currently vacant, and the position is being filled by the registrar. According to the rules, we would like to trouble you to sign this document."

"Let me see it."

Yang Tongchuan presented the documents, which clearly recorded the names, crimes, sentences, and release dates of the two prisoners.

"Hmm, he did a decent job." Du Boming looked at the documents in his hand and felt that the constable was still capable.

With a flourish of his pen, he signed his name and affixed his official seal.

"I remember your name is Yang Tongchuan?"

"It is indeed your humble servant."

"Fang Wenhe mentioned you to me and said many good things about you."

Upon hearing this name, Yang Tongchuan paused for a moment before remembering that Fang Wenhe was the same Commander Fang who had led the bandit suppression campaign. Back then, Fang Wenhe had even asked Yang Tongchuan to work for him, but Yang Tongchuan had refused.

"Thank you for your appreciation, Commander Fang. It is my honor."

"He's not Commander Fang anymore; he's been promoted. If you had gone with him back then, you could have gotten some kind of official position by now."

Du Boming's words were somewhat sarcastic, leaving Yang Tongchuan momentarily at a loss for words.

"I have elderly parents who are still alive and well, and a husband and young children to raise. I really can't bear to leave them to go out and make a living."

"He's a man of loyalty. Go back now, and come find me if you need anything." Du Boming waved his hand, dismissing Yang Tongchuan.

Back at the police station, Yang Tongchuan thought to himself, "Could this County Magistrate Du be a smiling tiger? I'll have to be more careful in the future."

When it was time to finish his shift, Yang Tongchuan had just packed up and was ready to leave.

The constable at the gate came with a strange expression and reported that someone was looking for him.

"Look at you, speak properly, who's looking for me?"

"Brother Wang," the yamen runner said, somewhat hesitant to speak.

"Which Brother Wang?" Yang Tongchuan arrived at the door and saw that it was none other than Wang, the former head constable, who had already quit his job.

"Brother Wang, why don't you come in?" Yang Tongchuan quickly stepped forward to welcome him in.

"I'm not going in. I came here today because I have something I'd like to discuss with Officer Yang."

"What kind of constable am I in front of you? Don't joke with me. I've been missing you too. Come on, let's go to my place and have a good drink tonight, brother."