The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Now that this matter had been discussed and agreed upon by everyone, the villagers had contributed a little money, but each village had to send a portion of their strong labor forces to volunteer their labor.

However, while the village issue had been resolved, what about the county yamen? The county yamen didn’t have a penny, and since he had just arrived in Mianyang, he couldn’t possibly ask the local officials to pay out of their own pockets right away. Therefore, he had to cover a part of the costs himself and also treated various wealthy households in the county to a meal. When they had drunk their fill, he brought up the matter and asked each of the rich families to contribute what little they could, finally resolving the issue.

But the progress of digging the canal was somewhat slow; even now, there was still a bit incomplete. His visit today also meant to keep an eye on the progress. Just that little bit left and yet not moving faster, if it really were to slow down, the nearby villages would all suffer.

"Being a County Magistrate really isn’t easy!" Hearing Ye Zi’an’s words, Yang Chuxia finally understood why their household in the prefecture had to cut back to such an extent.

She feared his contributions were not limited to just this one instance.

"Isn’t that the truth!"

"But the prefecture is really too exploitative, not to provide a single penny of subsidy."

Ye Zi’an just shook his head, "They have their difficulties too. If they approved my request, other counties would definitely want to follow suit."

"Alright, let’s not talk about these official matters anymore to avoid giving you a headache."

Now that they had eaten, Ye Zi’an took the children aside to play.

When he saw that both sons were getting sleepy, he let the nannies like Li take them to soothe them to sleep. However, faced with the children’s reluctance to sleep separately, Yang Chuxia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Yangyang was pretending to cry, throaty with effort.

As for Lele, he was playing the brooding type, staring straight at Ye Zi’an and Yang Chuxia.

Even when Ye Zi’an firmly insisted they be taken down, Lele pouted at Ye Zi’an and then said very seriously, "I don’t like you anymore!"

Yang Chuxia was both exasperated and amused.

"Alright, my lady, now without those two rascals disturbing us, we can be alone," said Ye Zi’an as he took Yang Chuxia into his arms once the children were taken away.

"If you talk like that, our sons will be heartbroken."

Ye Zi’an just chuckled, "It’s fine. When they each have a wife in the future, they’ll understand their daddy."

"You really are always—!" This man could be suggestive anytime, anywhere.

Ye Zi’an laughed softly and began to fiddle with her clothes, saying, "Don’t get caught up in whether it’s real or fake, the night is fleeting."

Well, in this short while, Yang Chuxia had been so stirred up by him that her whole body felt hot.

If a storm was destined to come, then let it be even more fierce.

Yang Chuxia, with a commanding air, lifted his chin with one hand, "Tell me, little beauty, what should I do quickly?"

Then she heard Ye Zi’an whisper something softly in her ear.