Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

Li Haitang was pregnant, and Fang Shaoyao, as a sister, was ashamed to keep the sugar bag. Thankfully she didn't have the cheek to bring it up, otherwise Li Haitang, the host, would have to worry about it.

"How about I take the bean bag back to play for a few days?"

Fang Shaoyao endured the pain, said this sentence, and at the same time, made preparations for the roof of her house to be lifted.

As long as bean buns and sugar buns are put together, there will be devastating harm, and she knows this well.

Fang Shaoyao closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as long as she resolutely forbids the two little buns from entering her bedroom, she doesn't want to sleep until midnight and find out that there are weird reptiles on the bed.

Thinking of this, Fang Shaoyao's scalp went numb, and she regretted saying this sentence, but she had already said it and couldn't take it back.

Li Haitang was a little happy to be able to send the bean buns away for a few days, and then she realized that her emotions were not right.

Beanbags are tossing and noisy, and they need education instead of letting them go. She doesn't want her son to become a bear child that everyone hates.

"Shaoyao, you are busy at home, so you don't have to."

When Li Haitang talked about opening the Meng School, Fang Shaoyao felt somewhat apologetic. At the beginning, the two of them sent the little buns together, but the old man got angry and ended up doing it all together.

Fang Shaoyao shook her head, maybe Tang Bao was naughty and mischievous, and the old man had long disliked it, no, it turned out that there were a dozen babies who could last for a few days, but in the end there were only two or three left.

"Haitang, I've never figured it out. Tangbao's father is gentle, usually a bit serious, but very quiet."

Fang Shaoyao sighed, and snatched the Baihua wine in front of Li Haitang, trying to use the wine to relieve her worries, "I'm a little restless, but I'm not that troublesome, why did I end up here..."

As a mother, she felt deeply worried.

Every time the wives of Li Guanglu's colleagues gather, they look at other people's daughters with a strict eye. They know the rules since they were young, know how to greet them, and don't make noise. Only then can they have the demeanor of a lady.

Fang Shaoyao regretted it, and said depressedly, "Maybe there is something wrong with my education method."

She is a merchant woman, mixed in the ranks of the wives of the government, her status is inferior, and she married a concubine. Fortunately, her husband is self-reliant and capable, and after getting married, she will rise up step by step, so she can have more face outside.

"I married into the Li family and lived in the Li family's mansion for two years."

It's not that she was taught the rules from an early age, that she couldn't integrate into life, that she took lotus steps, smiled without showing her teeth, and sat upright. These things made Fang Shaoyao feel more uncomfortable than killing herself. It happened that the Li family hired a nun to humiliate her back then.

At her age, she was beaten because of inappropriate manners.

Li Haitang rested her chin and listened to Fang Shaoyao vomit bitterness. The other party was emotional. It could be seen that there was a big gap between the status of officials and businessmen. As the daughter-in-law of a concubine and a businesswoman, she was naturally looked down upon.

The wealthy family is particularly concerned about status, and the maids and mother-in-law also trample on the highs and lows, watching people order dishes.

"That's right, I didn't follow the rules well, and was scolded by his stepmother. When it rained, I just knelt in the yard..."

When Fang Shaoyao mentioned it, her eyes were still a little red. At that time, she was pregnant, pregnant with soup dumplings, and almost had a miscarriage.

The doctor checked her pulse and said some comforting words, which she will never forget.

At that time, she thought that she must not let her daughter feel the pain she had suffered. As a result, she gave birth to a son.

Not long after, Li Guanglu was transferred to Dali Temple, and the Li family was separated. The two only got a small house, which was almost equivalent to leaving the house.

"On the day of the move, more than a dozen servants from the Li family came. What do you think they are here for?"

Fang Shaoyao bit her lip, she tried her best to forget that humiliating feeling, but every time she thought about it, she still felt very uncomfortable.

She didn't tell her husband that she was worried that he would be under a lot of pressure, that she would not be easy in the officialdom, that she couldn't help, and she couldn't hold back!

"Isn't it helping?"

Seeing Fang Shaoyao's expression, Li Haitang turned to ask, "Is it because you are afraid that you will take away the Li family's things?"

"hehe."

Fang Shaoyao sneered, the Li family has long been an empty shell, and they have to rely on her large dowry to make up for it, otherwise they can live happily ever after?

Her family was in business, and her parents loved her so much that they almost brought all the valuable business in their hands to her.

"It's because I'm afraid I'll take the dowry away. Those blood-sucking leeches won't even let go of the marriage bed where I got married."

Fang Shaoyao snorted coldly. After she moved out, she had a bad relationship with the Li family for a while, and it gradually got better when Li Guanglu became the Minister of Dali Temple.

There is no way out, the capital is like this, Li Guanglu is a **** son, he was born in Li's family anyway, and he has a backer behind him, but in fact, it is not certain who will rely on whom!

"No wonder..."

Li Haitang remembered going to Li's village as a guest, and Fang Shaoyao's sister-in-law was causing trouble, so it seemed that she was not a worry-free person.

In fact, that's fine too. Those who can make a fuss basically don't have any ranks. They are equal to cannon fodder, and the real black hands have always been hidden behind their backs.

"The topic is off topic."

Fang Shaoyao smiled wryly, it was all over, now she only hangs out with good-natured people, and she hit it off with Li Haitang right away.

I can't tell you the specifics of that feeling, but it was very cordial when we met, like sisters who had been separated for many years.

Li Haitang's face was full of black lines. If they were real sisters, the Fang family would have to be wiped out.

Who dares to cuckold King Zhenbei? That is to say, a bunch of bad things back then made the Ruan family take advantage of by the Li family.

"Look, Tangbao is not sensible at all, and his temper is wilder than a kid, but how can he get over it!"

Fang Shaoyao was worried, she might plan to raise such a daughter for the rest of her life.

"Kyoto is counted as imaginary years, and the sugar bag is more than three years old."

Fang Shaoyao looked pessimistic, and every time she and Li Guanglu mentioned this, the couple would sigh together and couldn't explain it in words.

"Ugh…"

Li Haitang covered her face, the bean buns were made even weirder, she didn't have the face to say so.

Little Baozi used to cry and make dark circles under her eyes. Every time she saw her, she always looked pale. And when they came back from the Northwest, those people almost set off firecrackers to celebrate. Finally, they no longer had to suffer from the abuse of their ears.

"Doubao was crying and almost killed someone."

Especially people with a bad heart, endured the noise for a long time, and almost passed out. The family apologized, apologized, and sent supplements to express their apology.

Fang Shaoyao stared at Li Haitang's stomach with a sympathetic expression. She still had a soup dumpling, so she was more sensible, "Maybe the one in your stomach is someone who doesn't like to make trouble."

Before she finished speaking, Li Haitang stood up, covered her mouth, and ran out again.

Fang Shaoyao: ...

It's only been a month, and the feeling of morning sickness has come? Li Haitang leaned against the wall and retched, then rinsed her mouth with light salt water, feeling inexplicable, if there was another bean bun, she would really want to cry.