When people were making trouble here, Erlang's wife was listening to the corner next door. She didn't take anything else to heart, but only remembered Song Wei's saying that if she wins the imperial examination in the future, she will not collect taxes.

It seemed as if he had stabbed Erlang's wife's tailbone. She jumped three feet high, turned around and ran into the house, "dongdongdongdongdong" hit Song Erlang's nap kang a few times.

Song Erlang was woken up by her and frowned, "What are you doing? Are you angry? I'm so angry?"

"Isn't it just a hell?" Erlang's wife pushed the man twice, woke him up completely, and told him, "Sanlang is back."

Song Erlang drooped his eyelids, "If you come back, come back. He is going out for an exam, not moving. He can't stay outside for the rest of his life, right?"

Erlang's wife saw that her man looked like she was dead, and she couldn't help but slapped him in the head, "There was a quarrel in the next yard, and I went to listen to the corner. Sanlang said that he was sure to win the award. He even said that on that day, he would not receive any benefits."

Song Erlang immediately shuddered, "What did you say?"

"You know you're anxious now?" Erlang's wife glanced at him, "Why don't you hurry up and ask about the situation. It's his loss to hang the land for free, and it has nothing to do with our family. What's important now is that we haven't gotten the acres of land in my brother and sister-in-law's house, and my parents are reluctant to let go. What do you think?"

Song Erlang put on his clothes in a few seconds and got off the kang, ready to go out.

Erlang's wife reminded him, "If you have a bad mind, you should choose the most important thing, don't go over and beat him up, and if you don't understand anything, you'll kick him out."

Song Erlang was dissatisfied, "Am I that useless?"

Erlang's wife came casually, "If you are really useful, can you marry me as your wife?"

Song Erlang thought about it seriously and agreed, "That's right."

Erlang’s wife: “…” Why do you feel something is wrong?

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If he had something to ask for, Song Erlang didn't dare to come over and stare at his mother empty-handedly. At the risk of being chased by his wife with a rolling pin and beating him behind her butt, he cut a large piece of bacon and moved to the next yard step by step.

Mrs. Song asked him, "Is your wife pregnant?"

If there was no happy event, how could the second family take the initiative to send benefits to the house? Mrs. Song has never experienced the stingy look of Erlang's wife.

Song Erlang pulled the corner of his mouth, "Don't tease me, how old is Sanya? How can my wife get pregnant so quickly?"

"Then what are you doing?"

"I... haven't Sanlang returned from the mansion exam? I'll give him a piece of bacon to give him a tooth sacrifice."

Mrs. Song was busy stirring the dishes in the wok and couldn't make any effort to pick them up. "Have your wife come up with a good idea for you again?"

Song Erlang choked and thought to himself that his mother would be a detective if she didn't go to the yamen.

"Tell me, listen to me, I will listen. If you don't, you will be so quick, where can you get out of here."

Song Erlang remembered the explanation of his wife before going out, and did not dare to talk nonsense anymore. He put the bacon on the stove, rubbed his hands, and shrank his neck, "I was thinking, the second old man is old, how can I do the work in the field every day? Otherwise, I will share the fields of my elder brother and sister-in-law's house on our heads? My wife and I are still young and have some physical strength. If we don't have time, I will ask a few people to support me during the busy farming season."

When Mrs. Song heard this, she understood that the second family must have heard what Sanlang said about hanging the field. She wanted to carry Dalang's family's fields early so that she would not pay the land tax in the future to get a bargain.

Originally, they were all family members, so they gave it to them. Dalang's family had a lot of land, and Wanniang wanted to take care of the land of the third house, so she couldn't help much. The old couple was really too busy.

But when Mrs. Song thought of Erlang's wife's personality who had to bargain with others for three cents to buy a sesame cake depends on the thickness, she was even more stingy than her mother-in-law, and she was so tired. "Okay, I'll do it for you, and I'll send 30% of the food here every year."

"Thirty percent? That's too...too much, right?"

"If you want, take it and don't pull it down." Mrs. Song wiped her hands on the bib and drove the person out.

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pk on the 20th of this month, try to add more clothes tomorrow^_^
Chapter completed!