Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

The food in the magistrate's mansion is better than outside. The Baihua cake is soft and soft, the filling is sweet and greasy, and the flower fruit tea is sweet and sour.

Despite the gloomy weather, sitting in a small pavilion with ventilation on all sides, eating snacks, drinking tea, and chatting with sisters, still makes people feel comfortable.

"Cousin, you are here!"

In the distance, a girl wearing a white gauze skirt strode forward, followed by Nanny Xia, who kept saying, "Miss, please slow down, this old slave has old arms and legs, Can't catch up!"

"Nurse Xia, go and rest, I don't need anyone to serve me here."

Although Xia Jixiang spoke impatiently, he stopped and waited for Madam Xia to catch up before continuing to walk forward.

Through this small detail, Li Haitang concluded that this person was kind.

"Cousin, is she Doctor Li?"

Xia Jixiang entered the gazebo, rushed over to give Zhang Ruyi a bear hug, and almost pushed her into the pond, but it was Li Haitang who had quick eyesight and quick hands, and pulled her to save Miss Zhang.

"it's me."

Li Haitang's eyelids twitched, trying to keep smiling.

"I love you for a long time."

The next second, Xia Jixiang uttered an astonishing sentence, and Li Haitang's perfect smile burst into pieces, leaving nothing left.

Xia Jixiang has just reached Ji, and is younger than Zhang Ruyi, with a peachy face and misty eyes, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a pure and sad lady.

But with her for a quarter of an hour, there is absolutely no such impression. Li Haitang rubbed his brows, no wonder Xia Jixiang and Zhang Ruyi have the same taste, they are both bad in nature, not only that, but also a funny chatterbox.

"Miraculous Doctor Li, it's amazing for you to dissect the case. We have a book in Licheng, and there are special records in it."

Xia Jixiang had an adoring expression on his face, and there was a heart in his eyes. Not only that, but there was also a local opera troupe dedicated to singing this play.

It's just that the people in Licheng have never seen the real face of the genius doctor Li, otherwise Li Haitang would definitely be warmly welcomed when he came.

"Is it really that hot?"

Zhang Ruyi was more excited than Xia Jixiang, and she looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, sooner or later, Haitang will become famous in the capital. When the time comes, the Zhang family wants to see her for medical treatment, so they can't come to curry favor with me!"

She has been swallowing her anger for many years in the Zhang family, and she can't get over by getting married. Lu Er is still a scholar, but Li Haitang is different. She, Zhang Ruyi, has such a sister, which is really cheap.

Miss Zhang was overly excited, and her joy turned into sorrow. One of them lost his footing and fell into the pond with a plop.

"Ah, ah, help!"

Zhang Ruyi was crying with the ruined lotus leaf on her head. Lu Yuanqing, who was studying in the house, heard the movement. Without saying a word, she jumped out of the window sill, arms clamped, and jumped into the pond with a run-up.

With a plop, a huge splash was made.

Li Haitang shook his head, that's what happens when people are unlucky, you can save the first time, but you can't save the second time, time and fate also matter.

"Brother-in-law, are you playing with my cousin?"

Xia Jixiang was dumbfounded, the pond was only up to her waist, and she could walk out when she stood up. Before she had time to remind her cousin, Lu Yuanqing jumped into it.

As a result, the two were covered in mud and went back to their room to change their clothes in embarrassment.

"Auspicious, the silt in your pond should be cleaned up."

After changing her clothes, Miss Zhang was bitter and hated, and she didn't pay attention to how Li Haitang became famous. She only wanted her blue clothes.

"You mean Ji Xiaomei Winery?"

Xia Jixiang was running for the election of Empress Baihua recently, and he had heard a little bit about it. This incident was not a small one, and someone died. As the owner of the winery, Ji Qiu could not escape his responsibility, and he must be severely punished.

Although it is not a direct harm, the reason must be found out. The new official took office three fires, and Xia Zhifu has to explain to the people.

At dinner, Li Haitang finally met Zhang Ruyi's uncle, Zhifu Xia, a fat man with a baby face, only in his thirties, and his words were very polite.

Xia Zhifu hosted a banquet, and there were a lot of seafood during the banquet. The prawns were as long as a hand, with their backs open, and the fishy line was removed. They were simply boiled in salt water, but retained their original fragrance.

To Li Haitang's surprise, she ate the Pipi shrimp with salt and pepper. She wanted to pretend to be reserved. She had no resistance to delicious food, so she didn't hear what Zhifu Xia was saying clearly.

"Master, Miss, Miss Biao, Dr. Li, please rinse your mouth with peppermint water."

After the meal, a young woman less than 20 years old came in at the entrance of the hall. She was wearing a plain dress with only an orchid on her hair, and entertained everyone graciously.

Li Haitang watched with cold eyes, this person is skilled in dealing with people, he should be Aunt Lan, the Empress of Baihua last year.

"I didn't mean to let you take a good rest. Why are you here?"

When Xia Zhifu saw the visitor, he smiled, took her hand without hesitation, and softly comforted her, "Lan Lan, don't worry, we will definitely have a child."

"Well, master, I believe in you."

Aunt Lan had a firm expression on her face, and tightly held the hands of Zhifu Xia.

Regarding this, Xia Jixiang's face remained unchanged, and Zhang Ruyi didn't say anything.

Li Haitang couldn't like a concubine who wanted to appear in front of the guests as the mistress to gain a sense of presence.

Even though Aunt Lan is a serious concubine, mistresses are not popular these days, and they are all married by bright matchmakers, but she still has a weird feeling in her heart.

"How is it, is your body refreshed?"

The magistrate Xia asked Aunt Lan, and there were some hints in it, but Aunt Lan blushed, lowered her head shyly, and kept silent while pulling a small handkerchief.

"What happened to your hand?"

Xia Zhifu lowered his head and focused his attention on Aunt Lan's hand pulling the handkerchief. Several blisters were scalded on it, and he immediately looked distressed.

"It's okay, little injury, I'm going to say hello to my sister..."

Aunt Lan only said half a sentence, but it made people have countless daydreams. Sure enough, the magistrate Xia's face changed, and he couldn't say anything in front of outsiders.

"Father, Aunt Lan, the weather is not good today, why don't you ask Doctor Li to rest early."

In the afternoon, the sky became more gloomy, and it began to rain lightly. The final selection of Empress Baihua, which was originally scheduled, was also rescheduled to be held tomorrow night.

Xia Jixiang stood up and took the initiative to lead the people back to the courtyard.

On the way, Zhang Ruyi said, "Auspicious, this Aunt Lan looks like a white lotus at first glance, don't worry."

"Cousin, what does the white lotus mean?"

Xia Jixiang obviously had something on his mind, it took him a long time to realize, and he raised his head and asked.

White lotus is the rhetoric Li Haitang always uses, what comes out of the mud but not stained, clean and clean but not demon, nonsense!

Don't ignore its essence, it comes out of the mud itself, even if it is clean, where can it be clean?

The outside is not the same as the inside, this kind of person likes to make trouble behind the back, making people hard to guard against.

Just pretending to be pitiful with red eyes is enough to make people sick, and even men who are born like this will eat it.

"She is polite to me on the surface." Xia Jixiang, who is also the daughter of an official family, has unspeakable difficulties. Every time she goes to her mother's courtyard to pay her respects, she will be kicked out within a quarter of an hour at most.