Female-dominated society: I want the world, and I also want all the most handsome men!

Yan Nanfei got up and prepared to boil water for a bath.

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I saw the pot lid steaming.

She smiled, feeling a warmth in her heart as she thought about how Feng Shan had made it.

Yan Nanfei took a relaxing bath.

Change into clean clothes and throw the dirty clothes into the basin.

She went to the village to buy firewood from the villagers.

Some villagers make a living by selling firewood. Yan Nanfei hasn't had time to chop firewood lately. Besides, there's only firewood left on the mountaintop that no one is chopping, and she can't go up there for fear of being exposed later.

So the only option is to buy it directly.

A bundle of wood contained four large logs, each bundle costing two hundred coins. Yan Nanfei bought out her entire stock.

I bought fifty bundles in total; that's enough firewood for the winter, no need to worry.

The seller's husband frequently visited Yan Nanfei's courtyard.

Yan Nanfei opened the courtyard gate and told him to put the wood in the corner of the yard.

Then they went to the fields to find the mountain that was sealed off.

As the sun sets, Fengshan sits in the fields, working diligently.

The afterglow of the sun enveloped him, bathing him in gold.

He was wearing a blue cloth short-sleeved shirt and holding a small hoe, constantly swinging it in the field.

Yan Nanfei offered him new clothes, but he was always reluctant to wear them.

When it comes to farm work, they can't bear to wear such nice clothes.

He said it felt like wasting good things.

Yan Nanfei called out to him, "Seal the mountain."

Upon hearing the voice, Feng Shan turned to look at her, a look of delight on his face.

He put down his small hoe, stood up from the mud, and strode forward to greet Yan Nanfei.

Yan Nanfei didn't hesitate and immediately threw herself into his arms.

Feng Shan wrapped his arms around her slender waist, holding her tightly in his embrace, and asked in a low voice, "My wife, why did you come? Shouldn't you rest a little longer?"

Yan Nanfei looked up at him with a smile: "Because I missed you."

Upon hearing this, Feng Shan was overjoyed.

He reached out and gently tapped Yan Nanfei's nose: "I miss my wife too, I think about her all the time."

Yan Nanfei tiptoed and kissed his lips, telling him about buying the wood.

Fengshan cleared the weeds he had just pulled and made a spot to prevent the mud from soiling Yan Nanfei's skirt: "My lady, please sit down. I'll work and chat with you at the same time."

Yan Nanfei shook his head: "I'm not that precious. I'll squat with you."

“No.” Feng Shan’s attitude was firm: “My wife, your legs must be tired. You need to sit down.”

Yan Nanfei's face flushed slightly, understanding his meaning: "Lin Feng told you?"

Feng Shan nodded and earnestly pressed Yan Nanfei down to sit on the weeds: "That's right, that's why I told you not to squat with me, but to sit."

His expression showed no sign of sadness as he closed the mountain.

Yan Nanfei finally felt at ease.

"Alright, I'll sit down." Yan Nanfei couldn't refuse Feng Shan's request, so he sat down.

Yan Nanfei was thinking of giving Feng Shan the book on planting tonight, but then he realized that Feng Shan didn't know how to read very well, so he wondered if he should have Lin Feng teach Feng Shan to read first.

But would they be willing to close the mountain?

Eager for an answer, Yan Nanfei asked immediately: "Fengshan has books on planting in its treasure vault, which I'd like to give to you, but you don't know many characters. I was thinking of having Linfeng teach you when he has time?"

Yan Nanfei was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, after all, he was a 25-year-old man, and he was going to have to be taught by Lin Feng, who was younger than him.

"Really? Is it possible?" Feng Shan was visibly delighted!

First, I enjoy books with plant-based elements; second, I'm happy to be able to recognize words!

"Of course." Yan Nanfei ruffled his hair, which felt wonderful. "As long as you agree, anything is possible."

As for Yan Nanfei, she was originally going to personally teach Feng Shan to read, but she wanted to pursue her career and was destined for great things.

You should start getting rich as early as possible.

Plan ahead for the future.

If she can't become the overlord of the world, then she will become the overlord of Qingshan Town.

In short, I must make something of myself to make this life worthwhile!

"I will study!" Feng Shan had attended school for a year or two when he was young, but it was only for a year or two. His family's conditions were such that if they didn't let him go to school, he could manage, but if they did, he would be in dire straits.

So even though Fengshan didn't go to school, he was still well-off and his mother doted on him as he grew up.

With the opportunity to learn to read, the process of closing the mountain to plant vegetables has become much faster.

In no time, all the seedlings were planted, and after watering them, the job was done.

Yan Nanfei led Feng Shan to find Lin Feng. Lin Feng was very excited to learn that he had been assigned to teach Feng Shan to read.

"Good, good, good!" Lin Feng thought that Feng Shan was such a good man, but the only thing he lacked was his illiteracy. If he could learn to read, he would be a perfect man!

"Then I'll leave it to you, Linfeng." Feng Shan stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be so polite. I belong to Miss Yan, and you are her husband, so I am also yours." Lin Feng tried his best to ease Feng Shan's awkwardness.

Although Lin Feng had only known Feng Shan for a few days, this was the first time he had seen him so flustered, which was rather endearing.

Yan Nanfei looked at all the books in the courtyard, selected a few basic books, and asked Lin Feng to teach them from the beginning.

Lin Feng took the book, turned around to organize it, and removed the book that Feng Shan had previously taken upside down.

So that when Fengshan sees him holding the book in the correct direction, he won't feel inferior.

Besides, whether or not you learn from this book is irrelevant; other books also cover this topic, just not as comprehensively.

But it doesn't matter, Lin Feng is confident he can teach Feng Shan.

Yan Nanfei sat in the courtyard watching the two of them, one teaching and the other learning, working together very well.

Fengshan has a good memory; he can remember any character that Linfeng taught him once, except for writing it…

The paper, pen, and ink in Fengshan's hands were borrowed from Huatuo.

His handwriting was crooked and messy, almost unbearable to look at.

But Yan Nanfei and Lin Feng knew how capable he was; he was always right.

It doesn't matter if your handwriting is bad. As long as you practice diligently, you might just become a calligrapher!

"Take your time learning and practicing. I'll go back and prepare dinner first." Yan Nanfei stood up and swayed her skirt.

"That's enough for today, we'll continue tomorrow." Lin Feng looked at the closed mountain, and the moment he heard Yan Nanfei say he had to go back to cook, his mind was no longer on learning characters.

Let him go back, lest he be physically in Cao's camp but his heart is with Han.

"Miss Yan, Feng Shan, you should go back. Hua Tuo and I are waiting for dinner." Lin Feng asked Yan Nanfei, wanting Feng Shan to continue his studies, and directly offered his help.

The main reason is that the food cooked during the mountain closure is delicious, and Lin Feng likes it!

As for the dishes Yan Nanfei made, all I can say is that they looked good, but the taste was far inferior to what Fengshan made.

Upon hearing this, Yan Nanfei stopped trying to persuade Feng Shan: "Alright, I'll go back and do it now."

As Yan Nanfei turned to leave, Feng Shan verbally said to Lin Feng, "Thank you."

Lin Feng smiled gently and said, "It's a small matter, nothing to mention."

His voice wasn't loud, and besides, Yan Nanfei had already been discharged from the hospital, so it was even less likely that he could hear their conversation.