The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Yang Lele’s heart is very embarrassing, especially when she hears her saying that she is very sour in her heart. She is a big filial piety, she has done something.

"Lele, mother is happy, you don't know, when you hear people praise you and Aner, our waists are straight, you are doing good things, not doing anything that hurts the world, if you miss you Now, we have seen the family in the past, you can not give back to An Er." Yang said that his daughter said with a strong heart.

Yang Lele bit her lip and nodded. She will definitely become the pride of her mother. She will not let those people point her finger at her.

"Mother, after we left, you and I have to take care of yourself. Now the conditions at home are good. You don't have to think about your children. You should eat if you eat. You should drink if you drink. Don't be reluctant." Said.

"You are a child, we are not children, you don't have to worry about us."

Yang Lele did not speak. It is difficult for them to meet after today, but she does not regret it. She wants to help Yaoyao.

On the second day, in the delivery of everyone in Baishan Village, Qiao Tianchang and Lei An left the sight of everyone.

The people at all levels have already received news that the generals of the town and the generals have returned. They will go to the border town, so they go to the border town, but it is much shorter.

Half a month, Qiao Tianchang, they finally arrived at the place, and the guards in the residence also prepared for them. After a day of rest, Qiao Tianchang took Lei An to the military camp and planned to see the strength of the soldiers. .

Ning Mengyao was also busy, and with Mu Chen they went to become nomads outside.

The place where they lived was not very far from the border town of Xiaoguo. They lived in the same way as modern Inner Mongolia. They were tents.

Ning Mengyao used to be the wife of the general and the former master of Tongbaozhai.

Ning Mengyao's arrival made the nomads very popular, especially when they heard that Ning Mengyao was the highest decision-maker of Tongbaozhai.

"How are you living here now?"

"The emperor of the country does not give up, we have a place to live." The patriarch Burt said with a smile, the words are grateful to Xiao Guo.

If it’s not Xiao Guo, then his people may have already died, and they can still live well.

"The patriarch, I am coming over this time, I want to work with you."

"Cooperation?"

"Yes, your tribe wins all kinds of fur, and milk goat milk. I plan to make milk goat milk into sugar, or milk, and then sell it. As for wool, it can be used to prevent clothes from being made." Ning Mengyao Said with Burt.

Burt is not an idiot. It is very simple to understand the meaning of Ning Mengyao: "Mrs. means to buy our milk goat milk, as well as fur?"

"Yes, of course, I can also teach you how to make milk flakes, but the profits I earn are divided." Ning Mengyao is a businessman. Although he wants to help them, he has no help. After all, there is no white lunch in the world.

Burt Haha smiled and said very excitedly: "Mrs. How do you see how convenient it is? I don’t want you to say that the people of our family don’t seem to have much, but there are actually many, but in addition to these things, our family can take it. The other, ... is really not comparable to the Central Plains. We have relied on the cultivation techniques of Xiao Guojiao for two years here. With the permission of your country, some fields have been opened and the food of the Central Plains has been planted. This was the result of food and clothing, and the lady’s move gave us a great opportunity."

"The patriarch is polite, we are mutually beneficial things, and I am also doing nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall, and there is something to do."

"The lady said to listen."

"I have heard that no matter whether the man or the daughter is proficient in riding and shooting, he has the ability to protect himself, and our current situation is also known to the patriarch, so I would like to ask the patriarch to find a few people to teach us how to ride." Meng Yao’s words say that life is very euphemistic.

"What is the suffering of this? No problem."