Lao Yang's family.

At night, Yang Yongjin took a bath early and lay on the bed.

Looking at Cao Bamei doing needlework under the lamp, Yang Yongjin's eyes were full of joy.

"Eight sisters, what embroidery work are you doing?" Yang Yongjin asked.

Cao Bamei said: "It's a piece of clothing belonging to my fourth brother. The seams are open. I'll mend it."

Yang Yongjin nodded.

"You also help my fourth brother mend his clothes. You are such a good sister-in-law." He said.

Cao Bamei raised her eyes, glanced in his direction, and smiled.

"This is what I should do." she said.

The woman's gentle smile was like a kitten's paws, scratching Yang Yongjin's heart.

The newly married young man is very angry.

After having a taste of it on the wedding night, I have been thinking about it for the past two days.

Unfortunately, I was visiting relatives and friends, and there were always people at home, so I never had time to talk to her.

"It's late at night, let's go to bed."

He extended a veiled invitation to her.

Cao Bamei's fingers holding the embroidery needle paused slightly.

The words Xiaoyu asked during the day rang in her ears again. Her face felt a little hot and her breathing became a little short.

"I, I will wait for a while, you, you go to sleep first."

Cao Bamei lowered her eyebrows, not daring to look at the fiery gaze on the bed.

Yang Yongjin had already gotten out of bed and came to her.

Men from farmers' families only wear a pair of nose pants when sleeping, regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter.

At this moment, Yang Yongjin came to Cao Bamei, also shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts.

"We'll sew tomorrow, let's go to bed first!"

He stretched out a big hand and gently pressed her shoulder.

From her angle, she could just see what was sticking up inside the nose pants.

Her whole body tensed up, feeling shy, sweet and nervous at the same time.

"me……"

"What's up?"

He leaned down and asked.

Seeing her tense look, he was a little confused.

"It's nothing." She whispered, her voice as thin as a mosquito's moan.

Yang Yongjin liked her look like this, so he took the embroidery work from her hand and put it in the dustpan beside her.

Then, he pulled her up and went straight to the bed.

As soon as she reached the bedside, he pushed her down.

He pressed down, grabbed her chin, and slid his tongue inside.

Her clothes were thrown out one by one from the fallen tent.

In the room, the sound of breathing gradually became heavier.

The bed started to shake again...

In another room separated by a wall.

Yang Huaan stepped on the table as usual, staring at the hole in the next room.

"Hey, that tent is such a fucking nuisance!"

As he watched, he complained in his mind.

Behind her, Jin looked at Yang Huaan with a look of sorrow and anger, but did not dare to pull him.

At the end, the woman sat aside and wiped her tears.

Yang Huaan ignored Jin. He became excited and looked at the scenery inside the tent.

For the first time in his life, he discovered that some things were just like that when he did them.

It's a completely different feeling to spy on others doing it.

How wonderful!

Well, it seems that marrying a wife is not entirely a bad thing.

Going back, I have to make a hole in the wall of Yongxian's house.

As a father, he has to oversee every aspect of his sons' grandson-making process!

…

The next day, Yang Ruoqing released the carrier pigeons early in the morning.

She wrote the letter when she returned to the house last night.

Never been so positive.

I fed the homing pigeon early in the morning and sent it off to the south.

Judging by the time, if the carrier pigeon is not knocked down to make roasted squab, the letter should be in Tang Yazi's hands in two days.

hey-hey……

This is an invitation to get married.

Thinking of Luo Fengtang's reaction when she received this letter, she couldn't help but get excited.

Turning around, Mrs. Sun was coming from the backyard holding a brand new bed of cotton wool.

"Mom, where are you going?" Yang Ruoqing hurriedly walked over and asked.

Mrs. Sun smiled and said: "Mom, go to the new house and tidy it up for you!"

Yang Ruoqing blushed and reached out to take the brand new cotton wool: "I'll go with my mother."

Mother and daughter came to a new house.

The new house is not far from Yang Ruoqing's current home.

However, it is much more impressive.

The drawings of this new house were planned and designed by Yang Ruoqing with reference to the Humble Administrator's Garden.

Then we borrowed some characteristics from Zou County Magistrate and Nanwang Mansion, and then integrated them with the local terrain, folk customs, and other aspects to create a pastoral-style courtyard.

The courtyard is very large, seven or eight times as big as the house she lives in now.

Inside, rockeries were built, bamboo forests were planted, and artificial lakes were dug.

There are paths on the rockery, pavilions in the depths of the bamboo forest, and trestles on the small lake.

The mother and daughter walked along, and everywhere they went looked like a garden.

Mrs. Sun couldn't help but clicked her tongue and said, "This house is just like in a painting. Your fifth aunt and I always talk about it every time we come back."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and touched it with my own hands, I would have thought it was a dream."

Hearing Sun's words, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

This house is really enough to shock the villagers in Shiliba Village.

But when it comes to the real upper class, the Gongqing family, they all live in houses like this!

Hey, there is no harm if there is no comparison. This person and others are destined to be different from birth.

The mother and daughter passed through the verandah, bypassed the pavilions, and then at the end of a path filled with oleanders, an arched door with hanging flowers appeared.

"This is it."

Yang Ruoqing said.

In such a big house, this is the small courtyard where she and Tang Yazi sleep, read, practice swordplay, and eat.

The scenery here is beautiful and quiet.

The living room, study room, small kitchen room, and the room where he kept his weapons were all available.

"Mom, let's come in!" Yang Ruoqing said, holding the cotton wool and taking the lead to step into the yard.

The small courtyard is elegantly decorated.

There are three rooms on the front, and the main room is in the middle.

On the left is the wing, and on the right is the study.

The floor of the main room is all waterproof and moisture-proof, and it is covered with insect-proof wooden boards.

Stepping on it, it feels extremely good to the touch.

On the Eight Immortals table in the middle, there is a blue and white porcelain vase with a thin neck, and inside it is a handful of plum blossoms made by Sun and others from cloth.

On both sides of the Eight Immortals table are two Taishi chairs.

Then there are two sets of coffee tables, tables and chairs on the left and right sides.

When family and friends come over to play and talk, they drink tea and chat here.

"Mom, are the cotton wool stored in the side room?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Sun nodded.

The two people immediately entered the wing on the left.

The style inside the wing room is different from that of the main room.

The wardrobe is a three-dimensional wardrobe built next to the wall. This is the style designed by Yang Ruoqing.

The bed is a large retro-carved bed, and by visual inspection, it is two meters wide.

There are pedals, bedside tables, and dressing tables in front of the bed.

The color and material of the furniture throughout the house are uniform.

Coupled with the floor beneath your feet, this pure wood style has an indescribable high-end, grandeur and elegance.
Chapter completed!