Chapter 191 Forced by momentum

  Yang Lan'er beat him a few times angrily, and seeing that he still didn't let go, she bit her tongue hard.

   "Hiss, my lady is so cruel, she's bleeding from a bite." Tan Anjun let go of his little wife in his arms, and licked his tongue, there was still a **** smell.

   "Huh," Yang Lan'er snorted coldly, and then went to the lobby.

   Tan Anjun looked at the back of his little wife leaving in anger, and walked out unhappy.

  After breakfast, the children followed Su Yongyuan to the study as usual.

  Yang Lan'er checked the fruit trees they planted, and found that the locations were well chosen, neat and sunny.

   "Ma'am, all the trees in the backyard have been planted, leaving only four trees in the front yard." Zeng Qingsheng said respectfully.

  Yang Lan'er gently shook the newly planted fruit tree. Seeing that the fruit tree was not skewed, she smiled: "Well, let them go to the front yard to plant it. Who is in charge of the farm work now?"

  The valley is now gradually on the right track, and two stewards must be selected, one is in charge of planting the fields, and the other is in charge of housekeeping. The housekeeper is not in a hurry right now, the person in charge of the field must be determined.

   Zeng Qingsheng's heart was already surging when he heard the words. Madam asked this question at this time, is it what he thought?

  Zeng Qingsheng's heart turned around, and he replied without a smile on his face: "Mrs. Hui, I didn't arrange to take care of things. Now I am doing farm work, and the younger one is mainly responsible for managing it."

  Who doesn't want to go to high places, if the wife can appoint him as the steward of the field... don't wait for him to think about it.

"Oh, from now on, I will leave the management of the field to you. Zeng Qingsheng, don't let us down on your trust. You are not allowed to disclose the planting and production of the field to outsiders without our permission. Others in the valley have the same request." Yang Lan'er Seriously.

  She doesn’t want the new crops she discovered and planted so hard to be picked by others before she can enjoy the fruits.

  Zeng Qingsheng was elated, and stepped forward to bow and promise with tears in his eyes: "Madam, please don't worry, I will tell and restrain them, and we will do our best to take care of the crops in the valley and fields."

  Yang Lan'er nodded, and said with a slight smile, "We will open up wasteland and sow seeds at the same time, so that the season will not be delayed. Zeng Qingsheng works hard. You still have a bright future as a steward, and your achievements in the future will not be less than that of being a bandit."

Zeng Qingsheng's old face turned red when Yang Lan'er teased him, and he said in a low voice, "Ma'am, don't make fun of me, I have to thank Madam for not despising Zeng and others back then, and for giving us hope of survival. .”

  Yang Lan'er looked at his appearance, and said with a wry smile: "Zeng Qingsheng, I don't like flamboyance, you have to settle things for me."

The tone changed, and he said coldly: "If there is a betrayal of the Lord, or other crooked thoughts, one time of infidelity, it will not be used for life. Of course, if you are loyal to me, I will not treat you badly, so I won't say much. , we'll see later."

  What should be said has already been said, Zeng Qingsheng and his group still have to observe and observe to see if there are any good seedlings among them.

   Zeng Qingsheng was forced by Yang Lan'er's fierce momentum just now, his back was covered with cold sweat, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and bowed more respectfully: "Yes, ma'am, I will keep it in my heart."

  He thought back then that his head must have been soaked in water, and he dared to rob his wife and father. Now that his head is still on his neck, it must be because his ancestor's grave was buried well, and his wife was kind, otherwise the grass would have grown all over the grave.

  However, Zeng Qingsheng couldn't help feeling smug in his heart, he still had his own eyes and ears, and pestered his wife to accept them, a group of rough men.

  (end of this chapter)