Chapter 45

Jiang Li just smiled: "Since my wife has decided, let's do it. Wang will come over later, I'll call him to help, and we'll finish clearing the land before going to the county."

The magistrate only gave them four days to settle the family, and today was the last day. They had to rush to the county Ya Men to report.

Du Ruo asked blankly: "You... aren't angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Jiang Li said very naturally: "This silver was earned by my wife. If my wife wants to buy land, she can buy land; if she wants to spend it, she can spend it. I have no opinion."

If it were her previous life, Du Ruo wouldn't be so surprised.

But this was ancient times, a patriarchal society. Jiang Li being able to have such high ideological awareness was really rare.

Du Ruo couldn't help but smile into a bun face: "Thank you, husband."

Jiang Li's gaze fixed on her smiling face, his eyes darkened, and he said: "I should be the one thanking you. I'll be leaving home soon, and I won't be able to return many times in a month. I have to rely on my wife to manage everything in the house, and I feel very sorry in my heart."

Du Ruo's focus wasn't on this.

She had confidence in managing the house, but she and Jiang Li had only been together for a few days, and now they were going to live in different places. When would they be able to cultivate feelings?

Furthermore, as a constable, Jiang Li would inevitably deal with all kinds of people. Gambling dens, places of smoke and flowers—he would inevitably step into them. Could he withstand those temptations?

Seeing that Du Ruo seemed a bit unhappy, Jiang Li put the peeled egg into the bowl in front of her: "What's wrong?"

Du Ruo shook her head: "Nothing."

Jiang Cheng, sitting opposite, slurped a mouthful of noodles and was rarely smart for once: "Oh, Eldest brother, you can't see this? Eldest sister-in-law must be reluctant to part with you."

Jiang Wan also nodded, her little face depressed: "Wan'er is also reluctant to part with Eldest brother..."

Jiang Li looked at Du Ruo. Seeing her lowering her head to eat the egg without refuting Jiang Cheng's words, his heart stirred.

Could it be that his wife is really reluctant to part with him?

"Brother will try his best to come home more often. Now that the family has a horse carriage, it's convenient to go back and forth." This was ostensibly said to Jiang Wan, but actually, he wanted to say it to Du Ruo.

The corner of Du Ruo's mouth curled into a shallow arc.

Before the meal was finished, Wang Bujiu really came.

As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to sit at the table, not treating himself as an outsider at all, grabbing a scallion pancake and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Mmm... delicious! Sister-in-law's craftsmanship is good. Unlike that Widow Qian in our village, the pancakes she makes have no taste, hard as a stone, almost breaking two of my teeth."

The four people present looked over at the same time. Du Ruo had a confused face: "Widow?"

"It's a widow, alright." Wang Bujiu chewed while rolling his eyes: "I don't know where she heard that I became a constable, but she ran to my house and pestered me for half a day, washing clothes and making pancakes. I couldn't drive her away, and it disgusted me."

Although he hadn't tasted a woman for two or three years, he wasn't someone who would accept anyone. He couldn't look down on that flirtatious woman, Widow Qian, who hooked up everywhere.

Du Ruo couldn't help but laugh: "Brother Wang is not young anymore, he should start a family."

Wang Bujiu sighed: "I want to, but there's no suitable one. Look at Jiang, how good he is now—hungry and someone cooks for him, cold and someone warms the bed, and when he's away, someone misses him with all their heart. Unlike me, Old Wang, sigh..."

Seeing that he had stabbed someone's heart, Du Ruo hurriedly changed the subject: "How about you shave your beard?"

This full beard could really scare away many young girls. When she first saw him, Du Ruo thought he was her husband and was almost scared to the point of weak legs. It was a face of a domestic abuser.

Besides, shaving the beard would look clean and neat.

The big oaf didn't think so: "What does not being able to marry a wife have to do with the beard? Men, only with a beard are they prestigious. I'm about to be a constable, how can I suppress those ruffians without a beard? Not shaving, not shaving."

Du Ruo was speechless. Fine, you deserve to be single.

After the meal, Jiang Li led Jiang Cheng and Wang Bujiu to the land. Du Ruo originally wanted to go, but was ruthlessly rejected by Jiang Li.

"It's hot today, wife, you and Wan'er stay at home, lest you get heatstroke. The few of us are enough for the land."

Wang Bujiu was even more direct: "Yes, Sister-in-law, look at how fat you are and how weak your body is. You won't be able to cut a few blades of grass before you collapse. By then, we'll have to stop and take care of you, which will delay things even more."

Du Ruo "hehe" twice: "I thank you."

Who said straight men are cute? Come out, let me see if I don't slap your face.

Since they said so, Du Ruo was happy to be idle, washing and cleaning the house at home. In mid-morning, she boiled a pot of mung bean soup and sent it over.

When she got there, good heavens, all the thorns were gone, and even the soil was loosened. The speed was fast enough.

"We can bury the seeds in a while." Jiang Li wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked her: "Wife, did that peddler say how to plant them, what the spacing is, and how deep to bury them?"

Ah, this... Du Ruo didn't know either.

She grinned guiltily: "He seemed to have said it, wait a moment, I'll recall it carefully and tell you."

Du Ruo pretended to be deep in thought and walked to the edge of the land to urgently call the system.

"I heard it." The system responded lazily: "For things produced by this system, you can toss them however you want. It doesn't matter if the spacing is long or short, and it doesn't matter if you plant them deep or shallow; they will definitely live. But if you want higher quality and larger size, this system suggests planting one every half a meter."

Du Ruo understood, and asked again: "What about after planting?"

"Of course, water it."

"What about after watering? Do you need to catch bugs or apply fertilizer from time to time?"

"No need. Can things produced by this system be ordinary? You only need to provide an environment suitable for its growth, and you don't need to worry about anything else. You can let it grow wildly."

This is too easy, Du Ruo felt great in her heart.

She cut off the communication with the system and walked back: "I remembered. That peddler said these seeds are a rare variety, especially resistant to tossing, cold, heat, and insects. Plant two every three feet, water them after planting, and then you don't need to worry about anything else; they will grow by themselves."

Pfft, hearing this, Wang Bujiu spat out a mouthful of mung bean soup.

"Sister-in-law, what did you say? You don't need to worry about it after planting?" He laughed until he was leaning back and forth, almost writing the word "fool" on his face: "You must have been cheated by that peddler! There's no such way to farm, can it live?"

As he spoke, he started making analogies: "Think about it, Jiang planted a baby in your belly. If you want the baby to grow well, don't you have to eat well and sleep well? Don't you have to occasionally stew some soup or tonic? After the baby is born, don't you have to educate it well to avoid it growing crooked? Isn't it the same principle?"

Du Ruo: "..."

This analogy is really simple and rude.