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Chapter 37 My Wife is Being Coquettish

This postman could not possibly have been found for Wei Hong by Qin Shulan and Wei Yaozong.

How could two people possibly find someone like that for Wei Hong?

Just as Anmin had described, the man was at least thirty years old and had a greasy look in his eyes.

"You! Anmin, if you dare tell my parents, I won't let you off the hook."

Wei Hong, enraged, pointed at An Min and warned her not to talk nonsense.

An Min didn't bother with her and turned to leave after saying that.

Wei Hong wanted to follow up and say something more.

She was afraid Anmin would report her.

If Anmin hadn't told her to follow her, she would have gone to the Wei family right now, and Wei Hong would probably have said some more hurtful things.

Wei Hong watched An Min's retreating figure, her hands clenched into fists.

An Min returned home and had just washed her hands when Liang Yi pushed open the door.

It's quite rare for the couple to return one after the other.

"Have you been to Dongcun Village?"

Liang Yi walked in, took off his coat, looked at the dust on An Min's fair face, and asked a question.

Anmin wet a towel and was wiping her face.

"I've seen it. The land can be described as abandoned, but it's not a big problem."

Hearing An Min say this, Liang Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

The next second, Anmin came over with a towel: "Wipe yourself off."

This attitude...

Liang Yi suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, as soon as he took the towel, Anmin asked him to sit down.

They were incredibly attentive, serving tea and water.

Liang Yi couldn't stand it anymore; it made him feel uneasy all over.

He grabbed Anmin's hand and made her sit down next to him.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Upon hearing this, An Min looked around before whispering, "I wanted to ask, does your battalion have a vehicle?"

Liang Yi held the enamel mug in his hand, took a sip, and didn't reply to her.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Anmin pulled up a stool and moved closer to Liang Yi.

"I'd like to borrow it for half a month, and I can pay the rent!"

The man remained silent, so Anmin grabbed his other hand and gently shook it.

Her tone even had a hint of coquetry: "Please, it won't break. I just want to fetch some water from here to irrigate the fields first."

An Min stared at Liang Yi with her excessively beautiful eyes.

Her eyes, pitiful yet revealing a hint of docility, resembled those of a fawn.

Liang Yi's Adam's apple bobbed as he took another sip of water.

“Liang Yi…”

"You don't need to pay the rent. Go back and find the village chief of Dongxiang Village and have him go through the procedures."

Just as An Min was about to say something, Liang Yi grabbed her hand from behind.

"Don't look at me like that."

He is a man, not a saint.

Liang Yi's eyes swirled with unfinished words, like scorching fire.

An Min blushed, her whole body turning as if she had been boiled.

"Okay, I get it now."

Why does this person talk so inappropriately?

"By the way, Zheng Tianyou has run away. The provincial capital has already issued an arrest warrant. I'm thinking he might come back for revenge. You have to tell me where you go recently."

Liang Yi put down the enamel mug he was holding and gave a word of advice.

Zheng Tianyou has now been driven to a dead end, and Liang Yi is worried that his first target for revenge will be An Min.

An Min agreed and whispered a thank you.

Although Anmin asked Liang Yi for help and borrowed an idle vehicle from the camp to haul water, it was far from enough.

Dongxiang Village is struggling with manpower and funding, while the land there is even less cooperative.

Anmin secretly took out the lake water she had brought from her spatial storage and carefully poured it next to the large crack.

The water sizzled as soon as it was poured in, like water being poured onto a red-hot iron plate.

In the blink of an eye, it was completely absorbed by the steaming dry soil and the large cracks, leaving only a dark, damp stain that disappeared with a gust of wind.

The lake water she brought was magical, but it wasn't the ocean!

Looking at the pitiful watermark and then at the large patches of hard ground around her that were cracked like tortoise shells, Anmin sighed helplessly.

When will this little bit of lake water ever soften the soil?
This water must be used sparingly, but this land is like a bottomless pit that can never be filled.

Therefore, Anmin could only use lake water mixed with well water, which was somewhat effective.

That day, Anmin finally managed to coax and persuade two elderly men who could still bend over to help clear out a small, slightly flat area of ​​ground.

Anmin asked Zhaodi and the other children to help separate the seeds that looked different.

The old man watching from the side squinted, his brows furrowing into a knot.

“Girl, what kind of seeds are these? They’re so small, they don’t look like wheat or corn. You’re so precious to plant them… will they work? This lousy land of ours, even the old hands can’t grow any good crops anymore…”

Those eyes clearly said, "City kid messing around."

Anmin felt a little hot under their gaze, but things couldn't get any worse.

Seeing how hard Anmin was working, the old village chief was now giving her his full support.

He also longed to be able to eat farm food; if he could farm, he wouldn't have to beg and plead with his grandparents.

Anmin's method began to show results ten days later.

For the past ten days, she has gone to Dongxiang Village every day, sometimes returning even later than Liang Yi.

Originally, I thought Liang Yi would have objections, but I didn't expect that Liang Yi would pick up An Min from Dongxiang Village every time he came back late.

That day, Liang Yi went to Dongxiang Village to pick up An Min, only to hear from the old village chief that An Min had fallen asleep at his house from exhaustion.

The man frowned slightly, then turned and walked towards the old village chief's house.

Under the dim kerosene lamp in the old village chief's house, Anmin was fast asleep, lying on the table, her breathing even and deep, with a small red mark pressed against her cheek.

Liang Yi stood at the door, watching this scene. His brows relaxed slightly, and a trace of helpless heartache flashed in his eyes.

He walked over quietly and thanked the old village chief in a low voice.

The old village chief waved his hand and lowered his voice, "Commander Liang, Teacher An is really exhausted. She hasn't rested for the past few days, and we can't persuade her to stop."

"She genuinely cares about Dongxiang Village; she's a good person."

Liang Yi nodded, his gaze falling on An Min.

She tilted her head to the side, a few strands of hair falling across her forehead, and faint dark circles under her eyes.

Her usual quick wit was completely overshadowed by exhaustion, making her look rather pitiful.

He reached out, wanting to pat her shoulder to wake her, but stopped just before his fingertips touched her.

Seeing how soundly she was sleeping, Liang Yi's thought of waking her vanished instantly.

He bent down, carefully slipped one hand under her knees, and put the other arm around her back. With a little effort, he lifted her up steadily.

Anmin mumbled a sleepy "hmm," instinctively snuggling her head into his arms to find a more comfortable position. Without even opening her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep again.

She was as light as a feather. Liang Yi weighed her in his hand and felt a little uneasy.

Liang Yi, holding An Min, turned and walked out of the house.

The night breeze carried a touch of coolness, dispelling the daytime heat.

The dirt road leading from Dongxiang Village back to their home is not short.

Liang Yi carried An Min for a while, feeling her soft body against his chest, her breath brushing against his neck, which tickled him a little.

Holding him like this, his arms didn't get tired, but the position became a bit awkward after a while.

Liang Yi looked down at the little woman sleeping soundly in his arms and stopped in his tracks.

He gently lowered her down a little, so that her feet touched the ground, but her body was still leaning against him.

Anmin was even more confused by the noise. With her eyes half-open, she asked in a slurred voice, "...Are we home?"

Greetings, King of Timing! Long live the King! (You timed it really well, hehe)

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