Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Yang Ye looked at Tong Sanlang, who was standing next to him, with some surprise, “Aren’t you and Miss Qiao a couple?”

Tong Sanlang shook his head firmly, “No.”

“Oh my!” Yang Ye clicked his tongue twice, unfolded the fan in his hand with a whoosh, casually waved it a couple of times, and stepped into the courtyard.

He brought many people, and arrived late, so Tong Sanlang and his father and brothers had to go to the village entrance to receive them.

He strolled around like a tourist on his way, not expecting to hear someone proposing to Qiao Xiaomai as soon as he got off the carriage.

He had to see who this public suitor was.

When Yang Ye moved, those behind him also moved forward.

Upon entering the courtyard and seeing the young man proposing to Qiao Xiaomai, a rare look of astonishment appeared on Yang Ye’s handsome face.

Jiang Zhuangzhuang was still stubbornly heading towards Qiao Xiaomai, completely ignoring his mother and sisters-in-law who were trying to pull him back, his mouth still calling out Xiaomai’s name.

Qiao Xiaomai’s expression was indifferent. Seeing Yang Ye, she untied her apron and walked towards him.

Of course, she purposely avoided Jiang Zhuangzhuang and took a detour around a few other tables.

Tong Tiehu, who was standing under the eaves, also stepped forward, and the two of them approached Yang Ye together.

Tong Tiehu greeted him with a smile, “Master, this way please.”

Yang Ye did not want to reveal his identity, so he had to use such a vague title.

“Dinner has been prepared,” said Qiao Xiaomai.

Yang Ye raised an eyebrow, smiled and saluted Tong Tiehu, ignoring Jiang Zhuangzhuang, and walked in the direction indicated by Tong Tiehu.

Seeing this, Tong Sanlang scanned the courtyard with his gaze, which finally fell on Jiang’s third son.

His face was stern, his gaze sharp.

Jiang’s third son was also looking this way, involuntarily shuddering when his gaze inadvertantly met Tong Sanlang’s. He stood up and hurried towards Jiang Zhuangzhuang.

He actually wanted to let Jiang Zhuangzhuang make a fuss, hoping to make Qiao Xiaomai the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family.

A money-making daughter-in-law, it doesn’t matter if her reputation isn’t good.

But now, it seemed as if Tong Sanlang had seen through his intentions; his gaze was as cold as arrows, one after another piercing him, making him dare not harbor any more thoughts. He hurried to pull Jiang Zhuangzhuang away.

Seeing that the third son of Jiang’s family had moved, Tong Sanlang also stepped into the hall.

The room to the left of the hall had been freshly decorated, with bunches of fresh flowers and new tables and chairs; this would be the upper room for entertaining Yang Ye.

Yang Ye stood by the table, smilingly congratulated Tong Tiehu, and instructed his attendant to present his gift.

Not just him, the head of the valley, the Feng Shui Master, and a dignified middle-aged man he had brought also presented their gifts.

Tong Tiehu looked flattered as he gratefully thanked them.

Yang Ye waved his hand dismissively, “Elder, don’t get caught up in these formalities, come, come, let’s sit.”

“Uh…” Tong Tiehu hesitated.

“My great-grandfather was a landlord, 1 understand the ways of the peasant household. Come, come, sit.” Yang Ye patted the spot next to him.

Hearing this, Tong Tiehu no longer hesitated and walked over.

“Sanlang, come and sit.” Yang Ye called out to Tong Sanlang.

Tong Sanlang did not refuse and sat down next to Tong Tiehu.

“You all can go about your tasks.” Seeing Tong Xingda, Tong’s eldest son and second son were still standing, Yang Ye waved his hand, indicating that Qiao Xiaomai could serve the dishes.

Qiao Xiaomai and several members of the Tong family left the room and headed to the kitchen to bring the prepared meals.

Eight cold dishes, eight hot dishes, and two soups filled up the table..