Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm - Chapter 300: Tinged with the Scent of a Maiden

Chapter 300: Chapter 300: Tinged with the Scent of a Maiden

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Bad books?

Tong Sanlang hurriedly explained, “This came from Gao Xiaoshan, we’re good friends and he sometimes talks nonsense.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely!” Tong Sanlang nodded quickly, even raising his hand to swear, “1 swear, by heaven and earth, these three words came from Gao Xiaoshan!”

“Oh?” Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying his statement, she then asked, “What do you know about young girls?”

“I only know a little about their monthly period, from medical books, everything else is unknown.” Tong Sanlang also sat up straight, fighting for his innocence, “Heaven and earth can attest.”

“Oh—” Qiao Xiaomai prolonged her words.

“I hope in the future you can teach me about these things.” Tong Sanlang added.

Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow at his words, “Are you flirting with me?”

“It’s a genuine request, I’m a blank slate in this regards. You are more experienced, you can fill in the gaps.”

Qiao Xiaomai

His tone was sincere, his expression was earnest, there was truly nothing wrong with his attitude.

But why did she feel like she was being flirted with?

She wrinkled her nose, hmphed, and took out a bottle of hand cream from her space and threw it at him, “Take it, let you get a whiff of virgin scent.”

Tong Sanlang took it and casually put it into his pocket, his face did not turn red, and he was not flustered or embarrassed. He was not affected by the word ‘virgin scent’, and asked, “Should I smell it when 1 miss you?”

Qiao Xiaomai’s mouth twitched, even though Tong Sanlang had a handsome face, the image of him sniffing a bottle of hand cream was… quite beautiful.

“I’m joking, I’ll use it every day.” Tong Sanlang replied.

Even though he didn’t like having overly delicate hands, since Qiao Xiaomai gave it to him, he would use it.

“Good boy.” Qiao Xiaomai nodded in approval.

“Come on, continue eating.” She suggested, preparing to take more food out of her space.

Tong Sanlang waved his hand, “It’s late, you should rest. Recharge yourself to defeat the people Duke Duan has sent.”

Qiao Xiaomai blinked, suddenly remembering Ma Dongshu’s words about coming to live with them, she told Tong Sanlang and asked, “Do you think he has discovered it?”

“No.” Tong Sanlang’s tone was very certain, “The entrance to the secret tunnel hasn’t been opened for ten years, originally it was very well hidden. After ten years of wind and rain, there’s no trace of it.”

“But what if he randomly touches it and stumbles upon it?” This kind of situation occurred many times on television.

Tong Sanlang laughed at her words, “If that were the case, he would have already found the treasure, there’s no need for him to snoop around your house.”

“That’s true.” Qiao Xiaomai nodded.

“Alright, stop worrying. Go to sleep peacefully.” Tong Sanlang held her hand, giving it a firm squeeze.

Feeling the strength he conveyed, Qiao Xiaomai gave a small smile.

Sleep peacefully.

The next day, they planted sweet potatoes at home. Qiao Xiaomai went to the fields and tried farming for herself.

That evening, at the dinner table, Qiao Changshun suggested while eating, “1 think we should teach Dami to read and write. We have so many fields and need workers every day, we need someone to keep the accounts.”

“Tong Sanlang knows how to read and write, let him tutor Dami.”

Qiao Xiaomai, hearing this, raised her eyelids to look at him, shook her head and said, “The wages of our workers are settled daily by cash, we don’t need anyone to keep track.”

“Why wouldn’t we need it? We must record how much we’re spending every day to avoid spending more than we earn, or end up in loss.”

“Don’t worry, we have enough to pay the wages. We’re definitely making a profit..”