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   On the road leading to the county seat, a carriage was walking slowly.

   "My lady, what do you think about this farm?" Tan Anjun poured a glass of cold boiled water and put it in front of her, then poured himself another glass.

Yang Lan\'er took the water he poured, glanced at him, and said with a light smile: "I do have an immature idea in my mind, I will tell you when the time is right, but this barren farm can be bought .”

   "Well, the lady has the final say. In the afternoon, I will ask Guo Yaren to issue the land deed."

After drinking the water, Tan Anjun lay down on the couch, sighing infinitely in his heart, how could he have such a comfortable life in the frontier before, but now at the foot of the Dounan Mountain, the grass is full of bean sprouts, the morning revival is desolate and filthy, and he returns with the moon lotus **** Life is plain but full of happiness.

  Thinking up to this point, his eyes turned, and he looked at the little wife sitting on the edge of the couch with an elegant temperament, exuding a faint maternal brilliance, beautiful and incomparable, and the corners of her mouth became more and more curved unconsciously.

  Yang Lan\'er was a little dizzy from the shaking of the carriage, took out a plate of red bayberry from the space, swallowed one by herself, and took advantage of Tan Anjun\'s inattention, and stuffed it into Tan Anjun\'s mouth quickly.

   "Hiss...!" Tan Anjun was suddenly attacked, his eyebrows were raised in soreness, and his handsome features were all wrinkled, "I\'m so sour!"

Yang Lan\'er rushed over and quickly covered his mouth, not allowing him to spit it out, and said with a mischievous smile: "Don\'t spit it out, share the blessings, share the difficulties, see how good I am to you, my wife, how painful it is. You, red bayberry is an extremely rare fruit in this season, and it must be blessed to share! Don’t vomit, okay?"

   After finishing speaking, he kissed his forehead.

   Aww! His teeth were sore, and his little wife was pregnant, so he didn\'t dare to resist, so he could only succumb to her coercion, blinked his eyes, and signaled that he would not vomit and asked her to let go.

  After she let go of her hand, Tan An took a deep breath, picked up the cup and drank water, and swallowed the bayberry whole.

   "Well, lady, my husband doesn\'t like this red bayberry very much, I leave it for you to eat slowly."

  Yang Lan\'er raised her eyebrows: "It\'s not sour, it\'s delicious."

   Yes you like it, he decided not to discuss it with pregnant women.

  As soon as I got home and washed up briefly, Xixi rushed in.

   "Aww." Bad guy, he\'s not called Mr. Tiger when he goes out for a walk.

  Yang Lan\'er rushed to a certain man sitting at the table drinking tea, and asked with a smile, "Is the little white tiger acting like a baby?"

   Tan Anjun glanced at a certain tiger who was circling around his little wife on the ground, and said contemptuously: "A tiger has no prestige, it is no different from a kitten."

   "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!" your whole family is kittens!

  Yang Lan\'er looked at Xi Xi and grinned at him with a fierce look, and said in surprise: "Sister, it can understand your words and knows that you are belittling it."

  When Tan Anjun and Xixi were staring at the tiger, Xiao Ruo walked in.

   "Ma\'am, this is a post from the magistrate\'s wife."

   "Oh," Yang Lan\'er raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Does the magistrate still have his wife?"

   "Pfft, cough cough..." Tan Anjun spit out the tea he had just drank into his mouth, and then he regained his strength after a while, wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and gave her a sideways glance with a blushing neck.

   "Miss, the county magistrate is already in his twenties this year, and he got married at an early age, and the oldest child is seven years old."

   "Yes," Yang Lan\'er nodded, Su Yongqing looked a few years older than the husband, and it was indeed time to get married.

  (end of this chapter)