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

Chapter 1500: Chapter 1499 We Can’t Control It_1 Chapter 1500: Chapter 1499 We Can’t Control It_1 “Not bad at all.” Qiao Xiaomai gave Yang Ye an approving glance. In less than a day’s work, it had been tidied up like this, a clear sign of dedication.

“The main courtyard is quite spacious, enough for teaching,” said Yang Ye. “In the coming days, I will select some people to come over. You should start thinking about what you want to teach. Nothing too profound, just enough to treat some common illnesses will do.”

Bei Lingsu hummed in response, her expression indifferent.

“I can teach too,” Bei Yun said with a smile, “If cousin sister is unwilling, then I’ll take over. Since I have already violated the family rules, one more won’t make a difference.”

“No need.” As soon as these words came out, Bei Lingsu hurriedly declined with a stern face.

Given Bei Yun’s twisted and deviant psyche, there was no way he could be allowed to corrupt others.

“You,” Yang Ye pointed at Bei Yun, “are not allowed to sleep in a room, but a tent will be built for you in the courtyard. You will sleep there at night, guarded by members of the Divine Crossbow Team.”

At this, Bei Yun’s eyes widened in alarm. “Sleep in a tent in such cold weather? I can’t use my internal energy to keep warm now.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll arrange for a charcoal stove, so you won’t freeze. As an evil spirit who has harmed countless innocent people, this is the only treatment you deserve,” Yang Ye said with a stern face.

Bei Yun “…”

Turned into an evil spirit.

He nodded helplessly, “Fine, you’re the boss, whatever you say goes.”

His words were laced with self-pity, and he let out a deep sigh, “I really only came here to enjoy the good life, I won’t do anything.”

Yang Ye glanced at him, completely unimpressed, then pointed out other areas inside the residence for Bei Lingsu. Soon, the sun set, and Qiao Xiaomai had to leave; she had to cook for Yang Wenxiao.

Back at the Qiao Residence, she prepared a simple meal of two dishes and one soup. Of course, each had a generous portion. She partitioned some for Yang Wenxiao and took the rest back to her room to share with Tong Sanlang.

“I think, on the day Yang Ye studied Chinese medicine, something must have happened between him and Lingsu,” Qiao Xiaomai said with certainty as she shoveled rice into her mouth.

“Perhaps,” Tong Sanlang responded, “Stay away from that Bei Yun, and don’t dismiss the Guard Team. Let the members of the Guard Team also learn medical skills. I’m incapacitated right now and feel more at ease with them following you.”

“Eh? Not dismissing it?” Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow.

“No longer dismissing it.” The arrival of Bei Yun in Capital City was too frightening.

If it were up to him, even if Bei Lingsu pleaded on Bei Yun’s behalf, he would still order Bei Yun to be taken into custody.

Qiao Xiaomai hummed in acknowledgment and asked, “When do you think the Retired Emperor will summon Bei Yun?”

Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang frowned, “These past two days, he has been eating your cooking. His vitality should be better than before, but Bei Yun’s longevity is too late for him.”

Once past thirty, the body already starts its decline, aging daily. And Yang Wenxiao was now ninety-one.

Even if he had consumed Divine Liquid before, his body, like the setting sun, had lost its vitality, its luster, merely clinging to the last of its afterglow.

Even Divine Liquid could only temporarily stave off time’s ravaging. Divine Liquid could do no more, let alone Bei Yun’s so-called longevity.

It was useless.

Yang Wenxiao’s body had entered a state of decay; not even Divine Liquid could save him.

“But I’m afraid he’ll believe it,” said Qiao Xiaomai.

Tong Sanlang sighed, “We can’t control that kind of thing.”