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When he arrived at the place where the young seedlings had been planted, there was only a small hole left. Fatty stood there, scratching the soil with his hands and burying his feet into the ground. Then he made a hand gesture, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate.

Staring at the fat little girl whose black hair had suddenly sprouted a few lush green leaves, the corner of her mouth twitched, and then she looked at the few dozen stalks of corn on the hillside not far away from the corn field, which had grown exceptionally sturdy without a bud this year.

That's right, those so-called flunky servants were her family's fields of corn. Back then, she felt it was a pity to cut it off, so she kept it to see if there was anything different. However, she didn't expect it to truly surprise her. It seemed that her husband had often kept these corn.

When he thought about the corn field that he had not taken care of since the harvest, the seedlings could no longer sit still.

She changed into her usual coarse cloth clothes, rolled up her sleeves, filled them with water and fattened them, mentioned the cornfields, and carefully poured a round over the good seedlings.

The corn shook its leaves and made cheerful noises to express their delight.

He thought to himself: It's better than her husband's temper. At least he's not picky about food.

However, when she thought about her husband, who was so far away from her ideal target, she began to worry again.

Just a little bean like this, you have to wait for years and months before you can openly take it out for a walk! Although she didn't mind it much, but it was hard to guarantee that the Second Uncle wouldn't be suspicious and come up with something else. Most importantly:

"Is that marriage contract true?" When did my dad write about this? How come I didn't know? "

She squatted in front of the little fat boy, propped on one knee, her chin propped up, and poked curiously at her husband's fat face with her other hand.

Soft, fleshy, not rough wood...

The little fatty puffed up his cheeks and turned around to give the back of his head to her. His little face, on the other hand, secretly blushed. His mouth was dry as he said, "How could it be true!? Of course it was … I did it! " Just perform a spell!

He heaved a sigh of relief. She said so! How did father know any of the assistant ministers of the house of the Marquis?

"If, by chance, the Zhang Family has gone to investigate …"

"Duke Xinyang is real, and so is Assistant Minister Ren's manor. There is indeed a Young Master outside of Ren Family, and they are indeed engaged, but it is not known to the world." The aristocratic families had many nefarious matters! It wasn't a problem for him to take out any one of them to trick the other party!

The little fatty blinked slyly, then turned around.

"You're really called Ren Ang?" The young man poked his fat face again.

Little Fatso pouted. He could not even get angry. He grumbled weakly, "Yes."

"Then, this jade pendant of mine …" She had carried the jade pendant with her since she was young. It was said that it was left behind by her own mother, whom she had never met. Only she and her grandfather knew about this, and did not inform anyone. Even the Second Uncle did not know about it, as they were afraid that the Second Uncle's family might be involved.

Little Ren Ang raised an eyebrow, "Of course the jade pendant is something your mother left for you. It just so happens to be the same word as me, can't I? " He would never tell her the meaning of the word 'An' on the jade pendant.

As a seed condensed from a ten thousand year Plant Demon, he had inherited most of the original body's legacy and spirit energy.

Little Ren Ang puffed his chest up proudly.

That night, many people could not sleep at night, but the young grass slept soundly. However, what she didn't know was that an even bigger problem had quietly befallen.

A few days later, the mayor came knocking on his door.

"What?" You want me to move out of here? " He Miao looked astonished.

His long, dark eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a deep "chuan" between them, almost enough to catch the leg of a fly. He sighed, "This mountaintop has already been bought by someone. Not to mention that you can no longer stay here, even if the village wanted to go into the mountains to hunt for treasure, or if they wanted to hunt in winter, you can't stay here."

He calmed down, and after some thought, he understood the whole story.

"Is it that Zhang Family?"

The man nodded.

"This is simply going too far!" "What?" He Miao rubbed the hemp rope with all her might, wringing several strands into a thick rope to vent the anger in her heart. Isn't this equivalent to cutting off the villagers' road to riches? "