Divorce at the beginning, the rough general is very clingy

When Ye Xiao sat on the shaft of the cart, he knew that a luxurious carriage had come to his house and the gossips in the village would start making up stories again. Now, he sat on the shaft of the cart to see what they said.

The carriage goes away and the cuckold king Ye Xiao comes online.

Mi Yao packed up the children and said she was going to the mountain for a walk. The two children followed her. Mi Yao did not plan to go deep into the mountains today. She just wanted to look around the house and wait for Ye Xiao to come back at night to the village chief's house to buy the wasteland. Then she would look at the soil quality of the mountain behind the house. If possible, she would buy less. Some medicinal herbs like mountainous areas. Since she planned to grow herbs, she had to consider the habits of various herbs.

Only then did Mi Yao notice that there was a patch of green bamboo on the mountain not far behind Ye Xiao's house. It was so large that there were at least several thousand trees.

Mi Yao immediately thought of many poems about bamboo: "Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo forest, playing the zither and whistling. Deep in the forest, no one knows, the bright moon shines on me. Dew washes away the lead powder on the branches, and the wind shakes the green jade branches. It is like a gentleman, and it is suitable for any place."

In addition, bamboo is a symbol of a modest gentleman, a symbol of integrity, strength and tenacity, and it is the best metaphor to describe a person's noble character.

Moreover, bamboo has many uses. The simplest one is that bamboo shoots can be eaten, bamboo can be used to make a lot of furniture, and bamboo strips can be used to weave a lot of daily necessities, such as umbrellas, straw raincoats, backpacks, etc. It can be said that bamboo is a treasure from head to toe. If this piece of land is enclosed, it would be nice to raise chickens and ducks here.

His eyes fell on a few bamboo shoots that had just sprouted.

"Mom, do you want to eat bamboo? It's not tasty and tastes bitter." Zichen blinked his big eyes.

"Oh, that's because your father doesn't know how to cook. Wait for mom to make fried bamboo shoots for you at noon." Mi Yao took out a two-tooth hoe and dug out a bamboo shoot in a few strokes. She found four or five and dug them all out.

The two little guys automatically ignored where their mother's hoe came from and its unique appearance.

Mi Yao observed that the rock body of the cave extended all the way to this side. If he bought this place and put up a fence wall, it would be neat and tidy. It would be his private space in the future.

I picked some common herbs nearby. This is Mi Yao's occupational disease. When he sees useful herbs, he always wants to pick them back.

Looking at the time, it was just past nine o'clock, so Mi Yao took out the table and stools and set out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Today we will first learn the posture of holding a pen, and practice simple strokes." Mi Yao demonstrated to the children how to hold a pen, then grind it, and start practicing from horizontal, vertical, left, right, and hook strokes.

"You guys practice well, mom is going to mow the grass." Mi Yao wrapped her headscarf around her neck, put on gloves, and went to the yard to mow the grass.

At noon, Mi Yao made boiled noodles, stewed meat with sauce, and stewed egg with sauce. The two little ones ate until their bellies were full.

After digesting the food, continue practicing your strokes.

Mi Yao continued to mow the grass.

In the evening, Mi Yao finished work early, took out the meat filling and dumpling skins from the space, and started making dumplings. There were two types of dumplings: pork and celery filling, and leek and shrimp filling.

Ye Xiao was exhausted and in a hurry on the road, just because he knew that there was a woman at home. He was in a hurry to come back, even if the woman ignored him, he was happy to see her.

"Daddy!" As Night Owl entered the yard, the two little guys came out to greet him.

"Is he behaving well?" Ye Xiao asked his son, but his eyes swept around the yard. He saw a large area of cut weeds neatly placed aside, but he didn't see the figure.

"Daddy, Mom taught us how to write today." Zichen rushed to say.

"Really? What's going on? Let Daddy take a look." The happiness on Ye Xiao's face couldn't be hidden. This was the feeling of home.

Both children showed the results of their practice.

When Night Owl saw it, he wondered, "How can these be words?"

"Mother said that we have just started learning today, so we should practice the posture of holding the pen first. These are simple strokes."

"Mother said that no matter what word it is, it is composed of these strokes, so she wants us to practice the strokes first."

The two children spoke one after another.

"Your mother is right." When Ye Xiao saw the steam coming out of the kitchen, he knew that the little woman was in the kitchen, and his excited heart had already gone into the kitchen.

Mi Yao cooked the dumplings quickly, in four large plates.

I also made cold dishes with bamboo shoots.

"Making dumplings?" Ye Xiao didn't know what to say when he saw Mi Yao. He wanted to keep his eyes glued to Mi Yao.

Mi Yao was wearing a white dress and an apron with two cute little bear patterns on it. Because it was hot in the kitchen, Mi Yao's beautiful face was slightly flushed, which made Ye Xiao stare at her infatuated.

"Nonsense, it's all here, what do you think?" Mi Yao said unhappily.

"Son, go wash your hands." Mi Mo turned and said to the two children. The expression and tone were completely different from when she spoke to Night Owl.

Night Owl also went to wash his hands.

Mi Yao prepared a small sauce to add the icing on the cake to the already fragrant dumplings.

The three of them were so busy eating that they didn't even bother talking. Ye Xiao had eaten a lot of delicacies from land and sea before, and dumplings were not something rare, but the dumplings made by the little woman today were really delicious, with the fragrance of meat and the freshness of vegetables.

Mi Yao saw that her two sons were eating with relish, which was sweeter than honey. She used to not understand how those mothers on the Internet loved their children, it was almost beyond her imagination. At that time, she thought that if it were her, she would definitely not do that. But now, she is a complete slave to her sons and is willing to do everything for them.

As for the Night Owl, just ignore it.

After eating, Night Owl took off his coat and picked up his sickle to weed.

Because of what Mi Yao did before, he lost motivation for life and the yard had been abandoned for two or three years. Now that Mi Yao has become a better person, it is natural for him to do these jobs.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Mi Yao shouted.

"After cutting the grass, do you want to grow vegetables?" asked Night Owl.

"Put it there first, I have something to ask you." Mi Mo said.

"What's the matter?" Night Owl came over.

"Didn't I tell you last night about buying land and blue bricks? Let's go to the village chief's house later. I'm afraid he will ignore me if I go alone." Mi Yao said.

"Are you really buying it?" Night Owl asked again.

"If you don't buy it, I'm just kidding you!" Mi Yao rolled his eyes at Night Owl.

Night Owl found the little woman rolling her eyes so beautiful.

"Okay, let's go there." Now Night Owl certainly does whatever Mi Mo says.

Mi Yao took out the pastries and modified white wine that he had prepared long ago, and also picked up a piece of pork belly.

"Take so much?" Night Owl asked.

"It is said that the county magistrate is not as good as the current manager. We live here, and there will definitely be a lot of things in the future that we will have to trouble the village chief for. Give him something. The more courtesy, the less blame he will give. You are not here during the day, so we need the village chief's help to arrange a lot of things." Mi Yao looked at Ye Xiao, thinking that this rough guy really knew nothing.

"You're right." Night Owl agreed.

The two children stayed at home, and the two went to the village chief's house one after another.

Their home is at the foot of a mountain. They are the only family here, and the nearest neighbor is a hundred meters away.

The village chief lives in one of the few large blue brick and tile houses in the village.

"Is Uncle Fugui home?" Ye Xiao knocked lightly on the gate.