The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife Chapter 1551 - 1553: Little Ding Ding is not long enough1

"A kid? You?" Dongyang rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Other than looking like a kid and having a little ding-ding that’s not so long, I can’t see how you’re a child."

Dongyang still rembered the first ti he t this kid, the aura of coldness, truly headache-inducing.

Suddenly, Lele had a streak of black lines across his forehead!! A not-so-long little ding-ding? He’s only so many years old! And was it really okay to talk to him about this stuff?

"Heh heh," Dongyang was very pleased with his reaction, and continued, "You’re going to find out about these things sooner or later, so why be so shy? Auntie is telling you, this won’t do. How are you going to get a wife in the future? Look at Yangyang, even at his young age, he’s already got wives on his mind."

"Mother," he called out to Yang Chuxia with a face full of embarrassnt and burrowed into her arms, not lifting his head for a long ti.

Yang Chuxia looked down at him and noticed his little ears were red, laughing silently at his shyness.

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Ten days later, several horse-drawn carriages slowly made their way into Shandong Prefecture City.

Lele looked up at the surrounding buildings, finding the architecture of Shandong Prefecture City sowhat similar to that of the Capital City, but different from Fugui in Funan. The houses in Funan had so curly corners, but not here; in comparison, the houses in Funan were delicate, while those in the North were grand.

After entering the prefecture, Ye Zi’an and the others riding horses also gradually slowed down, moving slowly through the streets.

As they were about to pass by a martial equipnt shop, Ye Zi’an got off his horse and told Yang Chuxia and the others to go on ahead.

"Mother, what is father going to do?"

"I don’t know."

He had only told them to go back to the residence first, but didn’t say where he was headed.

anwhile, Ye Zi’an stood by the roadside, waiting for the team to leave before he walked forward a distance and entered the martial equipnt shop.

"Shopkeeper, is that necklace I saw last ti still here?" Ye Zi’an hurried in and asked eagerly as soon as he entered.

"Oh, it’s you again, young master?" The shopkeeper recognized him; the guy had co three tis last month but each ti only looked without buying.

If it wasn’t for his seemingly affluent appearance, the shopkeeper would hardly bother with him. But the man was strange enough -- he looked like he wasn’t poor, so why hesitate so many tis over buying sothing?

"It’s still here," the shopkeeper said helplessly, waving his hand. "Are you planning to buy it this ti, young master?"

"Buy it? Of course, I’m going to buy it," Ye Zi’an said with a smile. Every ti he visited, he just checked if that item was still there. Now that he finally had the money, how could he not buy it? "Shopkeeper, you haven’t increased the price, have you?"

"No increase, no increase."

An assistant from inside the shop brought the item out. Ye Zi’an opened the box, displayed the item and examined it: a long gold chain, extrely fine and long, several ters in fact, with a few magnolia blossoms attached at the ends.

It was an item that could be used both as a weapon and a decorative piece. Ye Zi’an thought it looked best as a belt and could also serve for self-defense.

"Here is the silver," he said.

Ye Zi’an untied his purse and threw it to him, then prepared to leave with the box in his hands. He had only taken a few steps when he returned.

Just as the shopkeeper was about to ask if there was anything else, Ye Zi’an stretched out his hand: "Give back my purse."

The shopkeeper’s face imdiately looked as if he had eaten dirt.

It’s just an ordinary purse; is it really worth making such a fuss over?

But to Ye Zi’an, it was worth making a fuss over. That purse was made by his wife. Although it didn’t have any intricate patterns and wasn’t particularly fine, in his eyes, it was the best and absolutely not to be discarded.