Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

He had actually thought that Qiao Xiaomai was playing hard-to-get with him.

Looking at Qiao Xiaomai’s feelings for Tong Sanlang, oh my, it made him involuntarily want to marry a queen.

Fortunately, this ridiculous thought was only known to the dean of the valley.

If Qiao Xiaomai knew about it, he would have lost all his dignified image as a prince.

Since Qiao Xiaomai’s heart belongs to Tong Sanlang, he might as well try to facilitate their relationship.

Upon hearing Yang Ye’s words, Qiao Xiaomai slowly nodded.

Well-

How should she please the retired emperor, an old man in his nineties, by using food?

Tong Sanlang looked at Qiao Xiaomai, his face still calm, but his eyes were extremely complicated.

What will be their future?

After the meal, Yang Ye went to see Yang Wang commanding soldiers to dig ditches, while Tong Sanlang and his grandfather Tong Tiehu went back to the Tong Family.

They were followed by guards left by Yang Ye. Yang Ye specifically told them that starting from today until the retired emperor arrives, Tong Sanlang and Tong Tiehu were not allowed to leave Anping Village.

Tong Sanlang and Tong Tiehu didn’t mind at all, they were very satisfied with being pulled back from the brink of death in the Underworld.

Qiao Xiaomai sat under the willow tree, pondering seriously about what she should prepare for the retired emperor.

Well…

Ma Dongshu had once said, the retired emperor ate a bowl of magical rice that could revive the dead.

Should she also steam a pot of rice?

But her rice certainly lacked the ability to revive the dead; what if her attempt to curry favor not only fails but backfires?

She didn’t have any clues even after thinking for half an afternoon.

In the evening, Qiao Changshun led Qiao Dami home, constantly sighing, “A large, deep ditch has been dug all around our village.”

The good ground was dug into a mess, leaving only a few narrow paths for the villagers to use.

As for the treasure, he had been living above the cellar for more than ten years without seeing any treasure.

“He is a prince. If he wants to dig, let him dig,” Qiao Xiaomai said indifferently.

Anyway, he couldn’t find a hair of the treasure.

Hearing her words, Qiao Changshun sighed again, “Don’t mention it, let’s prepare dinner.”

How could he, a commoner, comment on the affairs of a prince?

However, thinking about Tong Sanlang’s identity, the wrinkles on his face deepened.

He originally intended to marry Qiao Xiaomai to Tong Sanlang, but now Tong Sanlang turned out to be a descendant of some Prince Pingnan, who had contested for the throne with the retired emperor!

This situation really left him dizzy and limp.

Would his prospective son-in-law still be a good match?

“Xiaomai, what do you think about Sanlang… ” he rubbed his hands, stammering, “What’s your stance toward him?”

“Let nature take its course.” Qiao Xiaomai spoke and rose to walk toward the fields. “Dad, you don’t need to worry about this. It has nothing to do with us.”

Qiao Changshun just couldn’t think about it. Qiao Xiaomai decided not to divulge anything about her relationship with Tong Sanlang to him.

Qiao Changshun said, “…but looking at how you treat Sanlang…”

She had even fed him with her own hands. Plus, Tong Sanlang had used his lightness skill to carry her and run several times. The only thing left for them to do was to invite a matchmaker for the formal marriage proposal.

It was a difficult pill to swallow with such a situation happening now.

“Let’s talk about it when the retired emperor arrives. Dad, our family is now rich and owns land. Let’s always think positively. After all, our lives now are better than before, no matter what.”

Hearing this, Qiao Changshun couldn’t help but sigh again.

It was precisely because they now had silver and land that the demands were elevated.

The most important matter for the family now was Qiao Xiaomai’s marriage.