In early spring, the spring is cold and steep, but the peach buds have sprouted on the branches, and the grass on the ground has sprouted light green buds.

The flat courtyard exuded a strong atmosphere of food. The postmen transported all the food in the warehouse to the courtyard, holding barefoots, and drying rice with barefoots.

Yang Ling followed her busy work for a while and saw that the food was spread evenly, so she rolled her shoes and left the office of the postmaster. His current work was very relaxed. Jimingyi had just fought a war and there were no reception tasks except for some letters. However, under the rule of the Jinyi Guard, secret information flowed continuously.

Judging from the situation reflected in the information, there are constant disputes among the tribes on the grassland. When they join forces to capture the Ming border town, they are like a group of robbers robbed in a joint manner, and they cooperate with each other. Once they retreat, they will have a great rift between each other due to uneven division of the dirt. The tribes of the Tartars and other ethnic groups often attack each other.

It is said that the Jurchens, the Esperans and some small tribes of Tatar were alone. Although they also participated in the plunder, the loss of people and horses was heavy, and the distribution of property was minimal. After this battle, life became even more difficult. There was no iron pot to cook, no salt to cook, and no neat clothes. However, at this time, the grass was growing and the beards were flying, and the nomadic career of the herdsmen was about to begin. In this season, they would not be surprised to attack the Ming Dynasty.

The magistrate of Min County has already gone to Haining to take office, and Bidusi will also start to go back to Jiangnan in the near future. As for Han Lin and his son, they have no land and are hunters in the mountains. In the battle of Jiming Post, nearly 30% of the postmen were killed or injured, and they were short of staff. Yang Ling simply arranged his father-in-law and brother-in-law into the postmen's office. As for his brother-in-law Han Mancang, although he was clamoring to be a postman, even if he falsely reported his age, his baby face was too obvious, so he had to give up.

After Yang Ling's efforts and the assistance of Huang County Chief and Wang Zhuzhu, the scandal of "Yang Yicheng accompanying the beautiful woman on a snowy night, and scholar accepting the beautiful woman in the first month of the year" circulated in the yamen was finally controlled and did not spread to the people and the army.

Yang Ling thought that after a while, Ma Lian'er's heart became weak and the matter was revealed. Unexpectedly, Han Youniang didn't know whether it was because the two of them were the same age or because Ma Lian'er was the only female companion who lived in the post office. After a few days of moving to the post office, she became very familiar with Ma Lian'er.

Although Ma Lian'er avoided Yang Ling, her relationship with Han Youniang became closer and closer. Yang Ling accidentally saw her once two days ago. In just over a month, Ma Lian'er's cheeks were getting thinner and thinner, her chin became sharper, her eyes looked bigger and bigger, but the charm in her eyes became less and less.

When Yang Ling saw this, he didn't know whether to feel sorry or feel guilty. He could only ask people to take care of themselves as much as possible in their own abilities. He had only so much to do. His life was too short, and Ma Lian'er still had a choice. With her appearance, she could undoubtedly find a husband who spoiled her and loved her and accepted her? That was too selfish. Without her knowledge, she would despicable accept her. Should she love her or harm her? That would be too unfair to her.

He thought about Youniang seriously, and he figured it out. From the moment he opened his eyes, Youniang was destined to be his person. After understanding these days, he knew Youniang was a very traditional and simple girl. Even when she was completely unfamiliar with her husband and had no feelings for her, she had decided to keep her rituals for him for the rest of her life, let alone the deep affection between them now?

The idea that I thought was self-righteous at the beginning was simply not feasible. If I had spent two years with Youniang like family affection and love, he would have started a new cycle of reincarnation with deep regrets. And what about Youniang? All he left to her was endless sadness and more longing.

Since that's the case, why not let each other spend two happy and sweet years together? If she could be left with a crystal of love, Yang Ling's eyes would become wet. As a husband and a father, as long as he thought about it, the heavy responsibility and sense of accomplishment would make him very excited.

Although life is a little short, our shared life is as colorful. If there is another little baby, even if the young mother loses herself, she can still have some support and live bravely. Their shared child will still bring her joy and happiness.

However, when he made up his determination that made him excited, the damn lie became a roadblock. How do you tell me about Youniang? Even if Youniang has always been omnipotent to him, I am afraid that the little girl would rather hang herself than go to the turmoil. Do you want to rape her? Hey, let's consider it when I can beat her.

Yang Ling touched his chin and smiled bitterly. He was originally frivolous and jumpy, but since he met his young lady, he became more and more calm and down-to-earth, and he was simply not like himself. This little girl with plain clothes and soft and graceful clothes is like a gentle and graceful jade.

Yang Ling was walking while thinking about Young Lady, sometimes smiling at the corner of her lips and sometimes frowning slightly. By the small river outside the East City, the river water had completely melted, and the clear river water was running happily and exploring with his hands. The water was still cold and clear, but it could be withstood.

He felt that his body had become much stronger recently. The medicinal wine made by his father-in-law was really useful. I don’t know if it was the secret recipe of the Shaolin Temple monk. When he asked, his father-in-law didn’t say it, but he just said that the wine was soaked in mountain delicacies and herbs, which strengthened the roots and strengthened the body.

It’s true that this medicinal wine is really authentic. When I first drank it, I didn’t know the medicinal power. He drank three cups in a row, but that night was so comfortable. The back of my waist looked like two warm water bags were burned. He was too full of energy and he stayed asleep until half a night. Now every day, my mother brewed him a cup of supper, and Yang Ling became more and more excited.

A young wife with a basket leapt over the rocks on the river lightly and saw a young man standing by the river looking at her. She couldn't help but float past him shyly. When he was looked at by his bright eyes, his little waist would not twist for a moment.

Yang Ling's eyes followed her youthful and tolerant body and floated far away, and she woke up from the gust of wind. He slapped himself: Damn, what's wrong recently? Why do you always like to stare at beautiful women? Spring is here, can you be so angry?

Yang Ling looked at a water nest in front of him. He had no problem and got a fishing rod to kill time. Suddenly he heard a crisp cry: "Honey, are you waiting for us to come back?"

Yang Ling looked up when he heard the sound, and saw Han Youniang and Ma Lian'er walking along the mountain path in a pretty manner. Han Youniang was carrying a flat basket in her left arm, and a gorgeous red mountain ray with her right hand. She smiled like a flower and was as pretty as a spring down the stream. Ma Lian'er was by her side, her white clothes were as graceful as snow, and she was graceful and charming everywhere.

The two of them came back from the mountain to pick wild vegetables when they suddenly saw Yang Ling standing by the river. Han Youniang was overjoyed and quickly came forward. Ma Lian'er chased after him for two steps, but slowed down again and chewed Han Youniang's words carefully: "Mr. Are you waiting for me~~ we're back?"

Han Youniang is interested in getting close to her these days, and Ma Lianer is smart, how could she not know? She just said that Yang Ling arranged for Youniang to take care of herself, but now she feels more and more that Han Youniang seems to be intentionally promoting herself and Yang Ling. Is she really willing to let herself enter the Yang family?

When Ma Lian'er thought of this possibility, her heart was pounding. She knew her place in Yang Ling's heart too much. If she was willing to nod, then there was great hope for this matter. She was so stupid. Yang Ling's stupid path was not easy. Why didn't she think of pleasing You Niang? If she really became a sister in the future, she would have to recognize and get close to her. Since that's the case, she should get along with her now.

However, Han Youniang did not notice her own grammatical disease. She ran to Yangling with a clever smile, raised the basket on her behalf and said, "Mr., I have picked a lot of wild vegetables. Look, cat ears, shepherd's purse, rat squid, and more. Look, is this sour slurry big? I'll try it and taste it, it's delicious."

Han Youniang happily put down the basket, picked out the thickest and largest branches of sour slurry and ran to the river to wash. At this time, Ma Lian'er also came over and smiled unnaturally at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling looked at her, Ma Lianer was dressed in white, and her dress was much simpler than before. The soft spring sunshine reflected on her pretty and tender face, as if transparent. On her slender waist, which was not enough to hold, the light green belt was blown by the mountain breeze, as if she was gently pulled, and her jade body was about to rise. Yang Ling's mouth was tilted: What's wrong with me recently? Why do you think about it all in a crooked way?

After not seeing each other for more than a month, Ma Lian'er did not change much. She had fine hair on her lips, but she still looked like a childish girl. However, her mood experience and maturity made her reborn, like a graceful and hazy peony that was too weak to wear.

"She's getting too thin!"

"He's getting stronger!"

Ma Lian'er was really as Young Girl said, with a pointed chin and big eyes. Her melon-shaped face was almost as thin and pale as the vixen in the cartoon. She was a little exaggerated. Yang Ling was originally gentle, but her face was full of books and was a little weak. Now his waist is straighter, his eyes are darker and brighter, and his eyebrows are also becoming heroic.

Now he is wearing a blue shirt, with red lips and white teeth, and his eyes are as bright as stars. He looks like a handsome young man. His cheeks, which were originally too pale, also became rosy. When it comes to redness, he really sees redness, well, it’s too red!

Yang Ling felt cold at the end of his nose, and he wiped it with a slight stroke. It turned out to be blood from the first hand. Uh... it's too bad? Recently, he felt that his nose was dry and he thought it was because the house was still burning with a fire or the weather was dry in spring, but now he saw someone bleeding from his nose, which is difficult to explain.

He raised his hand awkwardly, and the blood was still flowing, which had already flowed across his mouth, so he didn't dare to open his mouth. Ma Lian'er shouted in panic: "Brother Yang, you are bleeding."

Yang Ling rolled her eyes helplessly. Isn’t it the same as saying that? Han Youniang looked up and couldn’t help but panic. She hurriedly ran over and said, “What’s wrong with me? Hurry up, raise your head quickly.” As she said that, she gently patted Yang Ling’s forehead with her hand that was stained with water.

Yang Ling raised his head and the sky was so blue. The white clouds were rolling, like silk curtains. Thinking of the eternity of the world, Yang Ling was silently asking the sky. Suddenly, a soft thing was stuffed into his hand. He pinched it and it was a handkerchief. Yang Ling hurriedly blocked it on his nose and wiped the blood. The handkerchief was white and exuded a faint fragrance.

This is not the taste of young lady. The young lady has the faint fragrance as light as jasmine, and this is a very high-quality fragrance. Yang Ling felt aroused in her heart: "This is Lian'er's thing."

The blood stopped. Under the concern of the two little beauties, Yang Ling ran to the river in a panic and washed his face with water. Ma Lian'er and Han Youniang looked at Yang Ling, then looked at each other, and turned their heads guiltily.

Ma Lian'er bit her lip, feeling guilty, wanting to laugh, and being proud. After a month of separation, she didn't expect that meeting again would be like this. When he saw him, his blood would surge.

Han Youniang looked at Yang Ling nervously and said to herself, "It's bad. My father said that the medicinal wine made of ginseng, tiger bone, deer antler, and wolfberry is used to nourish the body, but the medicine is too strong, and my husband's body is weak, so he should drink it carefully. But I think my husband likes to drink it, so he pours more every day, but I didn't expect... I really don't get it tonic, so my husband won't have any trouble, right?"

When he saw Ma Lian'er's eyes flashing, he was also glancing at his husband. Han Youniang thought to himself: My younger brother was not talking nonsense, Sister Lian'er really has feelings for her husband. What his younger brother Mancang'er told her came to his ears again: "Sister, I tell you, we are saving my brother-in-law in the mountains. He is kissing the beautiful sister who lives in the post office, oh Sister Lian'er."

Han Youniang sighed softly, and remembered what his father told her: "Young Mother, husband has a husband's foundation and a wife has a virtue. Have you forgotten what the teacher taught you? You are jealous and want to have a wife! Look at how can a woman who has been arrogant since ancient times and has a good ending?

Our Ming Dynasty law stipulates that only if you have no sons can you take a concubine, but that is an ordinary citizen. This is not the case for those who are officials. The son-in-law has a long-term future. Children, many women in this dynasty take the initiative to take concubines for their husbands. Who wouldn’t say that she is virtuous and generous? Don’t leave a reputation of jealousy, that would be worth the loss.

Our family is from a humble background. If you can marry a scholar, it is because I saved Mr. Yang’s life from the tiger’s mouth that I made a marriage contract. You have such a blessing. Let’s see who is not envious of the neighbors in our village?

Dad's tricks are accurate. My son-in-law is a kind person and is really good to you. As long as you serve your husband with all your heart and give birth to incense for the Yang family as soon as possible, even if his Ma family lady is more beautiful than you and has a better life experience than you, your seat will not be able to be snatched away. No one can take it away.

It’s not okay to be jealous. In my opinion, since my son-in-law also likes Miss Ma, you might as well take the initiative to help her. It’s easier to get along with her if she becomes a sister in the future. My son-in-law will only respect you more. How can he treat you badly?"
Chapter completed!