The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Indeed, Little Yangyang covered his face and said shyly, "Oh my handsome dad, if you know, you know, why must you say it out loud?"

"..." Ye Zi’an couldn’t bear to see him acting like that any longer, so he put down his cup, "I’ll go see if the carriages are all ready."

"Mother, since the tutor isn’t returning home with us this time, what will we do?" asked Lele once Ye Zi’an had left. He had only learned last night that their tutor would not be accompanying them to Funan.

"When we get home and your father has time, he will teach you—he was once a top scholar, even more knowledgeable than your tutor. If your father doesn’t have time, I’ll find you another tutor." Their original tutor was from Mianyang County and couldn’t abandon his family to follow them to Funan.

"What about me?" Yangyang also had a question when it came to studying, "Mother will have a sister and won’t be able to teach me martial arts, so what should I do?"

He had been wanting to ask this question for a while, but the joy of the New Year and returning home had made him forget.

"That’s even simpler," Yang Chuxia said with a smile. "Once we get to Funan, you can take Uncle Ye Er as your master and let him teach you."

Yangyang’s eyes lit up upon hearing this; he had seen Ye Er’s martial arts, and they were truly impressive.

So he waited until they were outside and boarded the carriage, his gaze never leaving Ye Er.

"Second, does young master Yangyang have his eye on you? Look at those eager eyes, it’s making me embarrassed on your behalf."

Ye Yi, mounted on the horse, teased Ye Er.

Ye Wu was more direct, "It’s not Second’s face he’s after."

Bewildered by the teasing from the two men, Ye Er wondered why the little guy was always staring at him—he wasn’t a young maiden.

"Yangyang, sit tight, the carriage is about to move; be careful not to fall out," Yang Chuxia finally called from inside the carriage, pressing Yangyang back into his seat.

With the piercing gaze gone, Ye Er finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mother, now that we’re leaving, will we ever come back?" Lele asked, lifting the curtain to look back at the county yamen. Having spent most of his life in Mianyang, he was reluctant to leave.

"Your father and I probably won’t come back," Yang Chuxia said as she looked outside and sighed, "but you and Yangyang can visit when you’re grown up."

"Alright, I will come back when I grow up," Lele said, clenching his little fist.

The streets were nearly empty before 7 a.m., allowing their carriage to quickly exit Mianyang City.

However, as they reached outside the city, the carriage was stopped.

First Old Master Li was there waiting with some merchants from Mianyang, surrounded by a group of villagers.

Ye Zi’an frowned, thinking to himself that nobody should have known about his departure today; what was the situation with these people?

Before he could say anything, the villagers knelt down, "Lord Ye, thank you for rescuing our daughters."

"Lord Ye, thank you for catching those child traffickers."

"Lord Ye, thank you for avenging our daughters."

These were people whose children had been trafficked, as well as relatives of girls who had recently gone missing.

They had somehow found out that Ye Zi’an was leaving Mianyang today and had come all the way from their homes to express their gratitude.

As for First Old Master Li and his group, they were there not only to see Ye Zi’an off but also had learned about the sugarcane matter and had come regarding the cultivation of sugarcane.