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  Everyone estimated that there are nearly a thousand acres, so Yang Laner asked to stay and open slowly.

  It was almost noon when we returned to the city after visiting the wasteland.

   Braving the scorching sun as soon as they stepped into the backyard, they heard the loud and clear cries of three treasures and four treasures.

"Three Treasures and Four Treasures, what\'s the matter? Do you want to kiss your mother?" Yang Lan\'er was braving the heat, and rushed into the room quickly, fanning the wind quickly with a fan, trying to blow away the heat from her body as much as possible, so that she could hug and comfort her Crying babies.

  Three Treasures and Four Treasures heard their mother\'s voice, and their crying became a little quieter. When the nurses heard their wife\'s voice, they hurried out of the wing with the babies in their arms.

Behind Tan Anjun are Yu\'er and Kun\'er. Seeing the babies\' red eyes from crying, he paused in distress. He wanted to reach out and hug them, but when he thought that they had just returned from the scorching sun, they were covered in heat and hung on their shoulders. He clenched his hands tightly, resisting the urge to hug the babies.

   "Hold it in."

  The nannies nodded to Tan Anjun, and followed the father and son into the room.

  The three treasures and the four treasures pouted their mouths in grievance when they saw their mother, with tears hanging from the corners of their eyes, whether they wanted to cry or not, but the family of four who had just returned home felt very distressed.

  Lichun came in with a plate of sliced ​​watermelon.

   "Ma\'am, the young master has been very good since he woke up in the morning. At noon, he may be hungry and want to sleep, and he hasn\'t seen you for several hours, so he started crying."

  Yang Lan\'er looked at the nanny holding the three treasures and four treasures who were sitting next to her and had stopped crying. She felt so guilty, her face was pale, and she responded lightly: "Yes."

  …

The next day, Tan Anjun ordered the housekeeper to hire people to open up wasteland and other trivial matters, and he nestled in the backyard all day long. He nicknamed it: take advantage of the rest time to spend more time with their mother and five people at home, so as not to wait until the next time they come back. Bao didn\'t even know his own father.

  Yang Lan\'er had no choice but to roll her eyes countless times in her heart.

  Tan Anjun lay sideways on the couch, teasing the babies, and suddenly asked: "Madam, have you arranged for someone to deliver watermelons to Beijing this year in Chong County?"

  Under the imperial power system, all the good things in the world are enjoyed by the emperor first.

  Last year they could find an excuse to try planting first, but this year they have planted a large area in farms in Chong County.

  As the emperor\'s personal lord, if he grows a new fruit, he has to send a batch to the palace no matter what.

  Yang Laner sat at the table, pinched a bayberry and threw it into his mouth, and glanced at the man on the couch: "The bayberry in space is clean, big and sweet, do you want a piece?"

   Tan Anjun shook his head helplessly.

Seeing him shaking his head, Yang Lan\'er gave him an \'ignorant\' look, sighed regretfully, threw another red bayberry into his mouth, and then said: "Before I came to the Border Pass, I told Zeng Yu that I would After he harvested the watermelons, he contacted the county magistrate to send a batch of watermelons to Beijing for the emperor to try."

  The emperor canonize it first, so this watermelon can be regarded as her thank you gift in return for thanking the emperor for the canonization.

  She should be well-deserved as the emperor\'s personal lord, right?

  Give full play to the agricultural development of Daying Country with its own light and heat.

  What a lofty awareness!

  She herself was moved by herself.

   Tan Anjun pursed his lips: "Well, it\'s better to let Su Yongqing send someone to deliver it, it will save trouble!"

   "There are still ten days left, so it\'s the border trade day?" Yang Lan\'er leaned over and asked with a blink of an eye.

   "Trade Day?"

  A certain man asked knowingly.

   Pretending to be clear and pretending to be confused.

  (end of this chapter)