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   "I asked Zeng Qingsheng to buy our wasteland halfway up the mountain. After the house is built, what do you want to plant in that wasteland?"

Yang Lan\'er\'s main purpose is to not want her family to have bad neighbors in the future. If anyone builds a house next to her house in the future, everyone will be happy if they can live in harmony. The way is to buy all the wasteland halfway up the mountain from her house under his own name.

  As for what to plant in this wasteland, you can think about it slowly. As long as the land is your own, it is not easy to plant something?

   "This piece of wasteland is not in a hurry. It can be opened slowly during the slack season. In the future, fruit trees, medicinal materials, etc. can be planted. Anyway, it belongs to us at this time. Allow me to think about it."

   "Okay, listen to the lady."

   Tan Anjun put his arms around his little wife, the faint fragrance of her body lingered in his nostrils, looked at her chapped lips, "Do you want some water?"

  Yang Lan\'er leaned in his arms, and she really felt her throat was a little dry after being reminded by him, so she nodded obediently and asked: "Yeah, my throat is so dry, I want to drink honey water."

   Tan Anjun happily helped her make a cup of honey water. He must bring back his little wife\'s flesh as soon as possible.

   "Mother, mother, my son is here, my son is coming to see you!"

  Yang Lan\'er doesn\'t need to look at the tone of voice, it must be Belle, she hastily drank the honey water, put down the glass and stared at the door for a moment, "Come in quickly, but our babies are here?"

   "Yes, mother!"

  Bell crossed the high threshold, ran in with a thump, grinned and said, "Mother, my son went to the vegetable garden just now, do you know what he is doing in the vegetable garden?"

  The expression on the little face is that you guess it quickly, you guess it quickly, you must not guess it right.

Yang Lan\'er looked at his face flushed from the sun and sweating profusely, took out a handkerchief to wipe him off, and asked according to his mood: "Mother can\'t guess, then Kun\'er told mother, you go to the vegetable garden What\'s the matter?"

   "Hehe... Mother, you\'ll know later, I\'ll talk about it when my brother comes." After finishing speaking, she covered her small mouth in a serious manner, as if she was afraid that she would accidentally say something.

   "Yo! Kun\'er is still learning how to play tricks at this time?" Yang Lan\'er pretended to be surprised, and turned her head to raise an eyebrow at Tan Anjun. Your son is getting more and more weird now.

  Belle looked up proudly, who is he? He is the son of his father and mother! Brother\'s brother! What the husband said is called a tiger father without dog son.

   Tan Anjun watched the mother and son interacting quietly, sitting silently by the side, with smiles on the corners of his lips and eyes.

   Belle looked at her mother\'s lips, and frowned: "Mother, what\'s wrong with your lips? Why are they dry and peeling?"

   Poof! Tan Anjun raised his hand and pressed his fist to his lips, laughing incessantly.

  Yang Lan\'er\'s cheeks were colorful and wonderful, "It\'s okay, mother will be fine when she wakes up and drink more water. Mother, thank you son for being so careful. You really care about mother, thank you."

   "Mother, it\'s good that you\'re fine."

   "Son, has the sir told you about it? Let you speak less in dialect?"

  Bell nodded: "I said it, but my son sometimes forgets."