Chapter 200: Gifts ( 6 )
Yao Zhi caressed the cloak fur and said, "Husband, I like it so much! Thank you!"
"Itās good that you like it."
Fearing that she would dirty the cloak, Yao Zhi took it off, folded it carefully, wrapped it with a clean fabric, and put it on the cabinet.
Afterward, the two of them went to the shed hand in hand. The moment Fu Chenāan saw Yun Feng, he couldnāt move his gaze. As a soldier, he knew a little about warhorses.
Due to their location, the Great Yan Kingdom didnāt have much grassland and lacked good warhorse breeds. Therefore, most of their warhorses were bought from the grassland tribes at a high price.
Even the White Tiger Army only had a total of 2,000 warhorses. Compared to the armyās size, their cavalry was pitifully small. But despite the small number of cavalry, their position and reputation in the army were very high.
The meaning of owning a warhorse was having more opportunities to rise in rank and gain merit in battle. Those who could join the cavalry were not only good at martial arts, but also skilled in archery and horse riding.
Because of this, when there were empty positions for promotion, higher-ranking military officers would consider them as candidates first before looking at others.
He walked closer to the horse and reached out. Yun Feng was intelligent and knew that this person was its master. It sniffed his hand for a moment before rubbing its head against his palm.
Seeing this, Fu Chenāan smiled and praised, "Itās very intelligent."
Yao Zhi was happy that her husband was satisfied with her gift and said, "Husband, this is Yun Feng. Itās a two-year-old stallion. I used grains and vegetables to exchange for him at the border market."
"In the future, he will be yours. I will prepare his food, and you can keep it in your bag. My Master told me that your bag has an area of around 1,7 mu. So, we can prepare enough grass for him."
"So big?"
She chuckled at her husbandās surprise. "According to my Master, this bag is the lowest-grade spatial bag. The highest-grade spatial bag might be 10 or 20 times larger than this one."
When he heard this, Fu Chenāan said nothing. He could only be amazed at how magical the Nuwa clan was.
As a mortal, it was already a blessing from his previous lifetimes to have the chance to come into contact with the immortal clan.
"Okay."
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"Husband, you should spend some time with Yun Feng and get familiar with him first. I need to go to the wasteland and check the progress."
"Wife, I will go with you," Fu Chenāan said.
"Okay," she agreed readily.
Before they went to the wasteland, Fu Chenāan washed the dishes while Yao Zhi was counting money in the room. With more workers, the daily wage had increased. Now, the wage was 6 taels of silver and 660 wen per day.
She had paid the workersā wages for the past 2 months, totaling 171 taels of silver and 900 wen.
Now, she needed to give Yang Dalang the workersā wages for this month. The total wage was 200 taels of silver and 700 wen. So, she rounded it up to 201 taels of silver.
After she finished counting, she put the money into a pouch, stored it in her systemās storage, and went to the backyard to find her husband.
Seeing her coming, Fu Chenāan patted Xiao Luās back and said, "Wife, I have put on the saddle. You can ride it."
Yao Zhi smiled and said, "Husband, this donkey is called Xiao Lu. He is very smart."
Hearing this, Xiao Lu nodded.
Fu Chenāan was stunned when he saw this. He never expected that a beast would be able to understand a humanās language.
Recalling Yun Fengās intelligence, he couldnāt help but look at his wife and say in a low voice, "Wife, did your Master teach you how to train beasts?"
Yao Zhi nodded and answered naturally, "Husband, you are so smart! How did you know?"
"I guessed it," Fu Chenāan replied with a hint of pride.
With his wife sharing her secret with him, he felt more secure about their relationship. It was no longer a loveless, arranged marriage, but an ordinary marriage based on love and trust.
Seeing her husbandās smug expression, Yao Zhi let out a chuckle but said nothing. With her husband around, she didnāt have to climb onto the donkey by herself.
Fu Chenāan put his arms around his wifeās waist and helped her sit on the saddle with ease. Before he let her go, he pinched her waist and frowned.
"Wife, you should eat more. You lost so much weight when Iām not around. Although you look beautiful no matter how heavy you are, you still canāt starve yourself to lose weight."
When she heard this, Yao Zhi almost choked on her saliva. She glared at her husband and said, "I never starve myself." She pushed her chest out and added, "Iām round where it should be and slim where it should be. There is nothing wrong with my figure."
Fu Chenāanās gaze landed on her proud mountains, and he suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He averted his gaze and coughed to hide his awkwardness.
"Cough! Okay, itās my fault. Iām sorry."
Hearing this, Yao Zhi rolled her eyes and thought,
āMen, they always admit their mistakes but never change.ā
Noticing his wifeās playful gesture, Fu Chenāan chuckled and led the donkey toward the wasteland area.
Since this was the first time her husband had visited their land, Yao Zhi explained things to him as they traveled. She pointed into the distance while explaining what she planned to do with that land in the future.
The two of them discussed the future and traveled slowly. When they reached the first wellās location, an hour had passed.
When Yang Dalang saw them, he was surprised. He walked over and greeted them with a smile. "Squad Leader Fu, Sister Yao."
"Brother Dalang, I came to show my husband the progress," Yao Zhi said.