Everyone thought that, as a wife, everything Yao Zhi did was under Fu Chen’an’s orders. As the head of the family, it was normal for him to be the one who decided everything, especially on big matters such as buying land and opening wasteland.
Unbeknownst to everyone, everything was Yao Zhi’s own decision. Although she told her husband about her plans, even if he didn’t agree, she would still do it anyway. Fortunately, both of them shared the sa heart, and her husband indulged her in whatever she wanted.
No one talked about it, and Yao Zhi had no intention of explaining her private affairs with her husband to outsiders. So, this beautiful misunderstanding improved Fu Chen’an’s reputation in the village.
When the villagers saw that it was he who ca to visit, they walked over to thank him.
"Squad Leader Fu, thank you for hiring us to work for you," one of the workers said gratefully.
"Squad Leader Fu, you might not know. But, because of the locusts, my family suffered heavy losses. Without this job, my family wouldn’t be able to survive until the next harvest season. I can’t thank you enough and can only kowtow to you," a man in his fifties said as he knelt down.
This frightened not only Yao Zhi but also startled Fu Chen’an. He quickly reached out to stop the old man. "Uncle, you are helping , and I pay you for your work. This is a fair transaction. You don’t need to do this."
When everyone heard this, they felt warmth in their hearts. He had helped them, yet still treated them with respect and politeness. Compared to working in town, the treatnt they received here was like heaven and earth.
While Fu Chen’an talked with the villagers, Yao Zhi checked the well.
Seeing that she was standing close to the pit, Yang Dalang reminded her, "Sister Yao, you shouldn’t stand too close to the pit. We’ve dug deep enough for the water to co out. If everything goes smoothly, we’ll finish in 3 days."
Yao Zhi nodded and asked, "Brother Dalang, how’s the progress of the wasteland?"
"The soil quality has improved in the past month. After another round of watering, the land will be ready for planting after the New Year."
Hearing this, Yao Zhi nodded. After calculating the ti, she realized that in 12 days, it would be the New Year.
In this era, dates were calculated based on the lunar calendar. So, the first day of the New Year should be around mid-January or early February. It was indeed a good ti to plant crops.
While she was thinking about what types of crops were suitable for planting in spring, Fu Chen’an walked over and said, "Wife, didn’t you say you wanted to show the pond? Let’s go."
Hearing this, Yao Zhi was pulled out of her thoughts and nodded. After leaving so instructions for Yang Dalang, her husband helped her onto the saddle and led the donkey away.
They visited the second well’s location and chatted with Yang Erlang for a while. Like the first well, the second well also progressed smoothly. In the next 5 days, it will be completed.
Afterward, they went to check on the pond. Unlike Yang Dalang and Yang Erlang’s warm welco, the mont Yang Sanlang saw Fu Chen’an, his face darkened instantly.
He had almost forgotten about this person after spending several months with Yao Zhi. At this mont, a dark thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
How wonderful it would be if this person died on the battlefield?
The next second, he was startled by his own thoughts. He couldn’t believe he was capable of thinking such things. Coveting another man’s wife was already immoral behavior; how could he even wish for Fu Chen’an’s death?
He was so conflicted by his own feelings that he didn’t notice Fu Chen’an standing in front of him.
"Brother Yang."
Hearing his voice, Yang Sanlang felt a chill run down his spine. He raised his head and t Fu Chen’an’s cold gaze. It took him a mont to regain his composure.
While he was tall compared to other villagers, he was still a head shorter when standing in front of Fu Chen’an. Feeling the pressure emanating from him, he forced a stiff smile and greeted him. "Squad Leader Fu."
Standing in the distance, Yao Zhi watched her husband assert his sovereignty over her. Knowing that Yang Sanlang harbored intentions toward her, she was more than happy to let her husband handle the matter.
If there were important matters, she would speak with Yang Dalang and have him convey her words to his 3rd brother. This way, she could avoid gossip and protect her husband’s reputation.
15 minutes later, she saw her husband finish talking with Yang Sanlang and walk back. Noticing his bad mood, Yao Zhi asked with a smile, "Husband, is it done?"
When he saw his wife’s smile, the fire burning in Fu Chen’an’s heart disappeared instantly. He admitted that he was a petty and jealous man.
Whenever he faced Yang Sanlang, who harbored feelings toward his wife, he wished he could turn him into a eunuch. If not for the shred of reason holding him back, he might have punched that annoying face.
"It’s done."
"Then let’s go check the water pipe," Yao Zhi said.
"Okay."
This ti, Yao Zhi didn’t bring Xiao Lu and tied him to a tree near the pond area.
Unlike when she was with Yang Sanlang, not long after they climbed the mountain road, Yao Zhi suddenly stopped and said, "Husband, I’m tired."
The mont he heard this, Fu Chen’an stopped and squatted down. He checked his wife’s calves and feet before turning his back to her and saying, "Wife, co up. I’ll carry you."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Yao Zhi’s face. She leaned onto his broad back without hesitation and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Feeling the soft mounds against his back, Fu Chen’an swallowed before holding the backs of his wife’s knees and standing up.
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