When the big rooster from the Li family next door was screaming "Oh" non-stop, Yang Ling was sleeping soundly, woke up in a daze, touched her, but her arms were empty, and she hurriedly opened her eyes. The quilt was empty, and he was the only one left.

Yang Ling smiled bitterly. He wanted to take good care of others. Unexpectedly, he got up early and was still sleeping here. He grabbed the clothes and put them on, and a cotton-clad green robe was also patched.

When he walked to the outer room, he looked around, but no sign of Han Youniang was seen. Yang Ling walked out of the yard. The weather was too cold and the air conditioner rushed to his nose. He stretched his hands and feet, expanded his chest, and felt that his energy had recovered a lot.

As the morning light shines, this is a small village built on the hillside. There are more than a dozen houses, most of which are dilapidated. There are dozens of houses under the hillside. It seems that the houses there are pretty good, and they should be relatively wealthy families.

Yang Ling was standing by the right wall and looking at the foot of the mountain, suddenly he heard a creaking sound from the yard gate. He turned his head and saw a big bundle of firewood, and some branches were still covered with snow. A small person below was pale in comparison to the huge amount of firewood. A small face appeared in the fluffy firewood pile, and his face was red with cold.

Yang Ling hurried over and said ashamedly: "Young Mother, why are you fast? Let go quickly? Why are you cutting so much firewood?"

When Han Youniang saw that it was him, she was even more anxious than him. She hurriedly put Chaihe aside, ran over with an axe, and said anxiously: "Honey, why are you coming out again? It's so cold outside? Go back to the house quickly."

Yang Ling was a little angry with self-blame. He snatched the axe from Youniang's hand and threw it aside. He held her red face in both hands and said with emotion: "Youniang, don't chop so much firewood in the future. You should ask me to get up. This is the job we men should do."

Han Youniang was holding her cheeks by him, and her heart was warm. She said seriously: "How can that happen? You are a scholar. If you do these rough work, you will be laughed at by others. Husband, go back to the house quickly and don't get frozen."

Her hands were also cold, the back of her hands was red, and her fingers were a little stiff. Yang Ling wrapped her little hand in her palm and walked quickly into the house, saying, "You should hurry up and go into the house. You are too thin." He said sadly: "The family is so poor that there is no clothes?"

Han Youniang smiled shyly and said, "No, there is a set of new clothes. I want to wear them during the Chinese New Year, but now I'm reluctant to use them. My husband, you're hungry, I'll go cook."

Yang Ling's nose felt sour, and he said in his heart: "You won the bullhead and horse face. If you don't let such a pitiful and cute girl live a good life, even if you ask me to be nine thousand years old and one thousand years old, I won't go back."

He dragged Han Youniang to the edge of the kang and sat down, opened his chest, put her hands in his arms, took out a manly and said domineeringly: "Sit honestly, warm your hands up, let's talk about it, it's cold to see you."

Han Youniang looked at him in a daze, sniffled, and suddenly shed tears. Yang Ling was stunned and asked anxiously: "Young Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Han Youniang pulled out a hand from his arms, wiped her tears, and smiled embarrassedly, "No, I'm happy, my husband, you are so nice to me. It's your blessing to marry you."

Han Youniang really felt extremely satisfied. God treated her very well. Not only did she return her husband to her, but he was also so gentle and considerate, without the airs of a scholar. There was so much that the world gave her, and satisfaction and happiness filled her little heart. Looking at her happy expression that was easy to satisfy and touch, Yang Ling couldn't help but hold her in her arms.

The breakfast was still corn porridge and pickles. The young lady made more porridge than last night. She was hungry for two meals. Yang Ling, the hard-to-swallowed meal, also felt a little fragrant when she tasted it. She stepped on the ice-clacked Luobu noodles with ice. He suddenly asked, "Young lady, how much does one acre of land cost now?"

Han Youniang was stunned and said, "My husband, if there is a good land in Datong Xuanfu, one acre is worth about six to eight taels, and the mountain fields here are about four taels of silver."

"It's only four liang?" Yang Ling was disappointed. Han Youniang blinked and said in confusion: "It's not too much, but it's four liang. It's enough for us farmers to spend two years."

Yang Ling was startled. He always used his own concepts to think about the problems. After asking her skillfully, he realized that one tael of silver was worth about one thousand cents at this time. He said that it was conservative for two years. Some small families saved it and could use it for more than three or four years. No wonder the young lady said a lot, but that algorithm refers to growing food by itself, otherwise one tael of silver would be enough for a year at most.

Yang carefully calculated that one acre of land is four taels, and four acres of land is sixteen taels, which is not much, which is probably enough for the young lady to use it for more than ten years. However, looking at the situation yesterday, if he hadn't been there, the Yang clan members would probably not easily let the young lady go.

However, if he wanted to sell the land, no one had the right to stop it. He thought for a while and said, "Young mother, I want to sell the land and houses and move them to the city."

Han Youniang opened her eyes wide in surprise and said anxiously: "What? How can this be done? That is the real estate left by her parents-in-law. How can she lose it from us? My husband is worried that our lives will not be broken? Don't worry, because you are sick these days, I dare not leave my left and right. Now that you are getting better, you just need to study with peace of mind. I have learned a lot of hunting skills from my father since I was a child. In two days, I will go up the mountain to hunt. Just survive this winter. The famine that has been brought down can be paid back when there is a harvest in our field."

Yang Ling smiled bitterly and said, "It's so icy and snowy. How dangerous is it for you to hunt in the mountains? These days have made you suffer. I want to make a calculation based on my writing and calculations. You can find a job in the city. I really can't bear to raise me as a waste at such an age."

Han Youniang stood up in panic and said at a loss: "My husband, we are husband and wife, why do you say such words? You are a scholar and a person with fame. How can you do such a humble thing?"

Yang Ling said disapprovingly: "What's so humble about this? Is it noble to not even support my wife?"

Unexpectedly, Han Youniang was so anxious that she burst into tears when she heard this. She cried and said, "I can't serve my good husband. Let you, a scholar, do those humble tasks. In the future, I will not have the right to meet my parents-in-law in the future. My husband, please, if we have a family, we will have roots. How can we leave our hometown and wander around others be a long-term solution?"

Seeing her crying, Yang Ling couldn't help panic. He quickly put down the bowl and walked around the table, hugged her in his arms, gently wiped her tears, and comforted her in a low voice: "Be good, young mother, don't cry anymore, I feel uncomfortable when you cry. Listen to me, the provincial examination will be held next year, and our family can't even get enough money. How can I go to the provincial capital to participate in the provincial examination? I can do this by doing this and fight with my back, and I can also study hard. As a husband, I am the youngest scholar in our Xuanfu. Do you believe it or not, I can pass the imperial examination."

Han Youniang nodded hurriedly: "Well, Youniang believes that her husband will definitely be able to pass the imperial examination, and then go to Beijing to take the palace examination. He will definitely be a high-ranking official in the future."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "That's it, then why do you still feel pity for these acres of mountain fields? If you want to build a land of origin, we will buy it a hundred hectares of good land in the future, and will we be more handsome in meeting our parents in the future?"

Han Youniang turned her head and thought seriously, and hesitated: "What my husband said is true, but do you have to sell the land? Otherwise, we borrow some silver and money from our uncle, just take the exam with confidence. I will farm at home. Isn't this much safer?"

Yang Ling looked at this poor and remote area like an economist who fell into a primitive tribe, separated from the current system and productivity level, and had no market for the things he knew. In his opinion, if he entered the city, he might be like the lucky time travel geniuses who were lucky to make some small inventions and make money when reading books, and settled Han Youniang without worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life, so she insisted on leaving this place.

However, he naturally couldn't say this to Han Youniang, so he had to make an excuse: "You met yesterday, and I really don't want to owe my uncle's favor now." He attached his ears to Youniang and joked: "Who did you mistakenly think I was last night? Are there always some scoundrels coming to you these days? How can I feel assured that such a beautiful little wife stays here alone?"

He just thought that these jokes would make Han Youniang play with him with shame and smile. Unexpectedly, Han Youniang's face turned pale after hearing his words. She suddenly broke free from Yang Ling's arms and said tremblingly: "Mr., are you saying that I am attracting bees and butterflies, and I don't stick to the way of a woman? The woman's righteousness ends with one end. This is a great gift for human ethics. Although Youniang is the daughter of a hunter's family, she also knows these principles of being a human being. How could she do such dirty things that are thunder-striking and unwilling to Gods?"

Yang Ling was shocked. He didn't expect to make a joke, but it caused her to rebound so fiercely. He quickly comforted: "Young mother, you are too careless. I am just joking with you for your husband, saying that you are beautiful, and you don't mean to blame you. Don't be too careless. Well, it's because you said the wrong thing for your husband. Come on, I'll be punished for your husband, you'll beat me."

Yang Ling grabbed Han Youniang's little fist and beat her chest for a while. Seeing that she was still full of tears and complained, she had an idea and made a gesture to cough a few times. This plan really worked. Han Youniang immediately gave up her own depression and held him in a panic and said, "Mr., are you feeling unwell? Go and lie down quickly."

Yang Ling laughed in his heart. It seemed that it was a great opportunity to use this trick to deal with her. He pretended to be really weak and helped her to the kang half-lying and half-sitting, and then coughed and said, "I'm fine, I'm just joking and said something wrong unexpectedly. When I saw you sad and angry, I was very clumsy and couldn't explain it clearly. When I was anxious, I coughed."

Han Youniang hurriedly said, "Youniang believes in it, Youniang believes in her husband, everything is up to the arrangements of her husband."

She lay in Yang Ling's arms, holding his waist with both hands, for fear that he would be angry and something unexpected happened. She agreed again and again, and after a while, she sighed quietly: "I will do everything for my husband. I just asked my husband to let me go for a few days and take you better. I want to go back to my parents' home in the mountains and at least tell my dad. You were so unconscious a few days ago. Dad had come to see you and sent some prey I got back. But the family is also very poor. Dad, brother, uncle, and uncle have not come back to hunt in the mountains these days."
Chapter completed!