When Han Youniang heard that her husband had come to Beijing to become an official, she was like a happy magpies. Seeing her happy look, Yang Ling couldn't help but let go of her mind and temporarily put her doubts aside. He could feel the joy of her and share that sweet feeling.

Han Youniang's face was as swollen as a red apple, and she said happily: "I knew that my husband was the most promising scholar and could definitely be a high-ranking official. When my father came back, I would tell him that he would be very happy."

Yang Ling smiled and pulled her into her arms, and said softly: "Look, I'll make you happy, whisper, and just turn around and tell my father-in-law. The official letter from Beijing specifically stated that it is not appropriate to be public for the time being. The fewer people know, the better."

Han Youniang also said that this was the rule of the Jinyiwei as an official. Although he felt that his husband could not honor the countryside as a high-ranking official, he had some regrets, but since he said that he could not let people know, he said obediently: "Well, then I will tell my father back and not say it out."

The more gentle and obedient Han Youniang was, the more Yang Ling felt miserable. Although the empty check for Ma Lian'er was just a mirror and a castle in the air, he still couldn't bear to hide it from Youniang. He sighed, buried his head in Youniang's neck, rubbed her tender skin, and said carefully: "Young mother, my husband has one more thing."

When Han Youniang heard this, her delicate body trembled, her face turned red and she felt uncomfortable. After seeing her husband's terrifying weapon last night, Youniang remembered what the aunts and aunts told her when she was out of the box, and she couldn't help but think about it. Who said that the girl was not in love with spring? Yang Ling slept for a long time, and the little girl still held her cheeks and looked at him in a daze for half a night.

At this time, she was hugged by Yang Ling in such an intimate position. When she heard his ambiguous words, she immediately thought it was tilted. The young lady's hair stood up all over her body. She said shyly: "What's the matter with your husband?"

Yang Ling stammered and explained the incident that he heard that Ma Ang was going to marry his sister to Bi Dusi as his concubine and that he had made a three-year appointment with her. After he explained that Yang Ling looked at the young lady, she saw that the little girl's shoulders collapsed, and her little face was obviously a little depressed.

Yang Ling said guiltily: "Young Mother, this is a bad thing for me, but then the current three-year agreement between Bidus is just like that. My husband never thought that he would marry him home after meeting a beautiful woman. With you, my husband is really content. Don't be angry, okay?"

Han Youniang was really a little sad when she heard this news, but thinking about her husband's character is indeed not a man of style. Who has a high-ranking official has few wives and concubines? According to the rules, if he wants to take a concubine, he doesn't have to obtain his consent at all. Now that he is so cautious, he is afraid that he will be unhappy and should be content.

My father is right. The more my husband loves me, the more I have to reflect on myself. Never be arrogant because of favor. Besides, hey! Who told me to spend the night with others? Put your heart in mind. If you change yourself, you will not be able to marry someone else from now on. It will not hurt Miss Ma for the rest of your life."

Thinking of this, Young Lady cheered up and said to Yang Ling: "My husband, Young Lady is not a jealous person. This is also the fate of Sister Lian'er and you. Since that's the case, let's ask the famous elders in the county to come forward and settle this matter with the Ma family first."

Yang Ling sighed relieved and said, "I can't say it now. Bidusi is a person with status. As long as Miss Ma makes up his mind, he dare not do anything to marry forcing her. Miss Ma will soon be going back to her hometown in Jinling, where there are many talented people. In three years, people may fall in love with some young talents, so why should they tie them up?"

Although Han Youniang was unwilling to share her husband's love with her, she didn't like to listen to his belittle her words. In her little heart, her husband is the most capable and considerate good husband. If one day Ma Lian'er really likes others, she will be blind.

After hearing what Yang Ling said, she put aside her jealousy and said a little dissatisfied: "Hmph, if that's true, she's not lucky. Who's better if my husband?"

Yang Ling felt warm when she said it, and couldn't help but tease her, "Since my husband is so good, how about I'll find you a few more sisters to come back?"

Han Youniang knew that her husband was teasing her, but she couldn't help but say anxiously: "No, no, our pot can't cook so many people's meals."

When Yang Ling heard that she was so anxious that she came up with such a reason, she couldn't help but laugh. Unexpectedly, the young lady added: "Besides, my husband is in a bad health, I'm still worried if you don't worry."

Yang Ling's laughter came to an abrupt end, and after a while, he said "indignantly": "What? Do you think I'm weak? Is my husband very weak?"

"No, no, no," Han Youniang smiled, her gentle voice seemed to coax the child: "My husband wronged me, they said that you were in good health, um, um, um."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ling kissed her little mouth and thought to himself, "The little girl was spoiled by me and started to tease me. Today I have to implement the family law, otherwise my husband's leadership will be completely lost in a short time."

Unexpectedly, after only a few kisses, Yang Ling felt that somewhere was swollen. He couldn't help but look at Young Lady's little mouth with a lustful look and begged "I'm so embezzled by the country": "Good wife, you can't stand it when your husband kisses you. Can you help me? Young Lady, Young Lady."

Han Youniang smiled at the ground, jumped away from his lap, and ran away. With a bang, Youniang's voice came in from outside the house: "Spring is so hot, my husband should drink more tea. I'll go wash the quilt while the sun is just right."

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A hard-working little bee!

This is Yang Ling's evaluation of his beloved wife. He is not allowed to do it, because men should not play with these things. Because they are pampered, the more arrogant the girl is becoming more and more arrogant, and the more they are, she adds: "Men are packing things, they are thick-handed and thick-legged, saying that they are helping, and the more they help, the more they help you. My husband, you should sit there honestly."

Mr. Yang sat down for a while and saw Han Youniang rummaging through boxes and cabinets, picking up what he wanted to bring to Beijing. Thinking about it, he should clean up the accounts and sort out the secret letters of the Jinyiwei's contacts. If he needed to hand over the deal when entering Beijing, he would not have to be rushed. He said to Youniang and rushed back to the office.

Yang Ling sorted out the letter and just locked it into the cabinet with goldfish locks. Suddenly, he heard a dull sound of kicking the door outside. Yang Ling hurriedly went downstairs and pulled his shoes outside and pulled the door outside. Ma Lian'er used a towel to cushion his hands and stood at the door with a steaming small iron pot.

Yang Ling was very surprised and hurriedly let her in. Ma Lian'er put the iron pot on the table and said shyly: "I see you are still handling official business tonight, so I made some food, but I don't know if it suits your taste."

Yang Ling is no longer as confused as when he first came to this era. What does it mean to be a woman who takes the initiative to cook for a man? He knows it clearly in his heart. "When you go to the kitchen for three days, wash your hands and make soup." Ma Lian'er wants to serve him in the posture of a bride.

Yang Ling ate this when he was at the county banquet and knew that the so-called side stove was a hot pot. He opened the lid and saw the green mountain dishes, black grinding mushrooms, pink deer meat, green onion, and ginger slices in the hot soup pot looked really exciting. Yang Ling couldn't help but praise: "The taste is so fragrant, it's better than what the master of Hongyanlou made."

Ma Lian'er was praised by him and was immediately overjoyed. She took out chopsticks from her sleeve and was about to let him taste it when Han Youniang's excited voice came from outside the door: "My husband, my brother brought back some rare things from the city, this is it."

With the sound, Han Youniang stepped into the door and saw that Ma Lian'er was also there. She couldn't help but be stunned. Although Ma Lian'er had been promised by Yang Ling, she was still an outsider after all. Now that she was caught by Youniang, her face turned red with shame.

Yang Ling was not prepared for this situation when the king saw the king. The three of them stared at each other for a moment. Han Youniang suddenly smiled and said, "Sister Lian'er, you are here too."

Ma Lian'er breathed a sigh of relief and said a little politely: "Sister, I made a side stove tonight. Please ask Brother Yang to taste the taste. My skills are not as good as you, sister. If you don't dislike it, you can try it too."

Seeing that Young Lady was holding a few pieces in her hand and was unable to see clearly from the light, Yang Ling couldn't help but ask, "Young Lady, what did you take?"

Han Youniang said, "My husband, this is something that my elder brother brought back from the city. I heard that it was passed on to our Ming Dynasty by the foreign gang. It is called sweet potatoes. It is cooked and eaten sweet. You taste it, oh, Sister Lian'er, you can try it too."

When Yang Ling saw what was raised in her hand, she couldn't help but say, "Sweet potato?" After looking at it carefully, it was indeed two sweet potatoes.

Han Youniang said strangely: "I recognize it? This is something that was introduced from Fanbian. I heard from my elder brother that there are people growing it in the south. It is a rare thing here, but it is not expensive. I will buy some and try it out."

Yang Ling hurriedly covered up and said, "Oh, I saw this thing when I went to Fucheng rural test." He smiled and said, "It's probably because I've been put in this winter, the moisture is less, and the food is sweeter when roasted. By the way, this thing is easier to grow than the grains here, and the yield is larger. Why don't you plant a large amount of food? One acre of land can produce a lot of more grain."

Han Youniang looked at the things in her hands curiously and said, "How can I plant this thing without seeds? And I don't know if it is suitable for farming here. The farmers all pointed to the harvest in the fields and lived a life. Who dared to take the risk of planting it?"

Only then did Yangling remember the corn, sweet potato, potato and other crops suitable for cultivation in the north, he had never seen chicken crowing. The crops here were basically wheat, grain, beans, millet and other things. It seems that with the maritime trade, these foreign things have been introduced to the Ming Dynasty, but they have not been promoted. If these crops were promoted, how much would it have to promote agricultural production in the entire Ming Dynasty?

Yang Ling knew that farmers value their land the most. If they suddenly take some crops they are not familiar with and ask them to replace the grain that they have been planted for hundreds of years, I am afraid no one dares to take this risk. This time, when they enter Beijing, they might as well find an opportunity to mention it to the court. If it can be paid attention to it, the court will promote it on a large scale, which will be considered a good thing that benefits the country and the people."

Thinking of this, Yang Ling was overjoyed. He knew that he had never moved. The young lady must have not eaten it. So he happily took the sweet potato from the young lady and broke off a large piece of it, stuffed it intimately into her little mouth, and said, "Try it, do you think it tastes delicious?"

With a flash of eyes, he caught Ma Lian'er's face full of envy, and thought she was also envious of this rare thing she had never seen before, so he stuffed the sweet potato into her hand and smiled and said, "Come on, you can try it too, it's very sweet."

Ma Lian'er nodded and looked at him affectionately. As soon as she put the sweet potato to her mouth, Han Youniang said "um" and her expression became a little strange. It turned out that Yang Ling broke a large piece and stuffed it into her mouth. Han Youniang thought that her cheeks were too ugly, so she was a little anxious and even choked.

When Ma Lian'er saw this, she quickly put down the sweet potato, held the young lady in the chair, then picked up Yang Ling's tea cup and held it over and said, "Sister Young lady, drink a little tea."

The young lady took the cup and took two sips to moisten her throat, soothe her anger. If she glanced at her meaningfully, she said embarrassedly: "I'm just laughing at Sister Lian'er, but this thing is really sweet. Sister Lian'er, you can try it too."

Ma Lian'er responded and took the sweet potato, but handed the chopsticks to the young lady and said softly: "Sister also tastes my skills. I don't have a good cooking skills, so don't joke."
Chapter completed!