Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1652 - 1651: Letting It Go

After settling Tong Tiehu and Qiao Changshun, Qiao Dami, the family gathered together for a lively meal. After dinner, everyone returned to their own rooms to rest.

Qiao Xiaomai instructed the palace maids to heat up some water and then took a bath in her bedroom. After bathing, she wrapped herself in a large wool blanket and lay down on the heated bed.

She called the palace maids in, and they pushed the door open and carried out the bath bucket.

The houses built on the Field Manor were all in the style of traditional ancient houses. Bathing still relied on wooden bath buckets, but fortunately, with the service of the palace maids, life was quite comfortable.

Tong Sanlang bathed over in the study and came over after some time. He too was wrapped in a thick wool blanket, his hair loose, and after entering the room, he climbed straight onto the bed.

In the past, when he had internal power, he would dry his hair using internal energy after washing it. Now that he was just an ordinary person, he would first use a dry towel to wipe it down and then lie on the other side of the bed, letting the heat in the room naturally dry his hair.

He lay down as usual, holding a book in his hand, flipping through it leisurely as he waited for his hair to dry.

Qiao Xiaomai lay under the covers, warmth spreading from underneath her. Feeling a bit thirsty after her bath, she sat up and took a cup of Spiritual Spring water from her spatial space, sipping it slowly.

Seeing Tong Sanlang lying on his side, supporting his head with one hand and flipping through the book in front of him with the other, appearing at ease, she pursed her lips and lifted a leg to kick his foot.

Tong Sanlang, abruptly kicked, sat up and looked at her. "What are you doing?"

With his sitting motion, the wool blanket on him slipped slightly, revealing his tan skin underneath.

"Nothing." Qiao Xiaomai glanced briefly at his chest, lowered her gaze, and continued sipping from her cup. "Accidentally kicked you."

Tong Sanlang gave a faint "oh" in response, then lay back down on his side, continuing to flip through the book in his hand.

Qiao Xiaomai, seeing this, rolled her eyes secretly, sipped a few more mouthfuls of water, and then, fishing for a conversation, asked, "By the way, do you think Tong Erlang and his new wife will get along well?"

"Probably. My second brother has no backbone and is easy to control." Speaking of Tong Erlang, Tong Sanlang couldn’t help sitting up and looking at Qiao Xiaomai, a hint of carefulness in his expression. "My second brother’s lifelong wish has been to leech off me for food and lodging, you..."

He trailed off.

Qiao Xiaomai, seeing this, rolled her eyes again. "Just give him whatever you earn yourself."

"I haven’t earned anything..." Everything he wrote this year had gone to Yang Wenxiao, and all the income from the Shadow Puppet Theater was in Yang Wenxiao’s hands.

"You can pick out whatever you need from my warehouse."

At this point, Qiao Xiaomai didn’t really care about Tong Erlang anymore. Just a tiny ant—how much could he possibly eat or use? Tong Sanlang could take as much as he wanted.

Tong Sanlang, hearing her words, widened his eyes in surprise. "Take anything I want?" His tone carried a trace of disbelief.

Qiao Xiaomai squinted at him, slightly annoyed by his reaction. "Are you that surprised?"

"Uh... a little," Tong Sanlang admitted honestly.

Tong Sanlang was deeply aware of how stubborn Qiao Xiaomai could be. For her to suddenly ease up on this matter, he was truly shocked.

"It’s not about the things themselves. It’s about swallowing one’s pride..."

"I already almost kicked you to death; your family’s pride doesn’t matter much to me now," Qiao Xiaomai said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.

"Huh?" Tong Sanlang was even more stunned by her words. His family’s pride?

"It’s not just my second brother but also my parents, isn’t it?" His eyes widened even more.

Qiao Xiaomai snorted. "They’re not worth my concern."