Because Ziheng was the only child in the family, everyone doted on him.
He sometimes sleeps with An Ran, and it's usually Sister Chen who takes him to bed. Occasionally I would be late practicing kung fu, so I would sleep with a few veterans in the small house.
In addition, Zi Heng is tall and has a sweet mouth, so he eats well outside and is very popular.
He carried Heng'er to Sister Chen. Sister Chen took it over with a smile and said, "Young Master, sleep with your aunt tonight. After making delicious food tomorrow, how about letting Young Master taste it first?"
Ding Ziheng nodded, "Okay, if it tastes good, I'll ask my parents to come and eat it too."
Sister Chen smiled and said, "Grandma, please go back. Leave the young master to me."
An Ran blushed for a rare moment, and gave Zi Heng a few more words before returning to the house.
As soon as he entered the house and closed the door, a gust of wind hit him behind him, and An Ran fell into Ding Changhe's arms. ?.?????.???
Ding Changhe buried his head in An Ran's neck, smelled it deeply, and whispered, "Ran Ran, Ran Ran."
An Ran hugged Ding Changhe with her backhand, touched the scar on his back, and turned to look.
"It's nothing to look at. It's all scabbed and healed."
"The people you sent back and the letters they sent back said they were not injured, but look at your body. Are there any good spots or small rocks? Are they the same as you?"
"He really didn't. He didn't face the enemy head-on. They were all superficial injuries. He applied the medicine himself. He's really fine."
An Ran saw it on her chest, and couldn't help but touch it with her hand, "Although I have earned fame, how can the injuries on my body not be caused by the disease?"
An Ran couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
Ding Changhe pressed the hand that was caressing his body, stretched out his arms, and hugged An Ran tightly into his arms.
Then, Daheng picked up An Ran, put her on the kang, unbuttoned An Ran's underwear with one hand, and slowly slid his hand over the heated skin.
An Ran put his hands around Ding Changhe's neck. Ding Changhe felt An Ran's response. His hands caressed his body, and his lips passed over his neck and shoulders, stopping at the soft spot.
An Ran gasped softly. This was the first time she felt Ding Changhe's urgency.
Ding Changhe raised his head and kissed An Ran's lips heavily again, their breathing intertwined.
The calluses between the fingertips scratched the skin, making An Ran feel a shiver.
Ding Changhe straightened up, quickly took off his clothes, and rushed towards An Ran eagerly.
Ding Changhe was surrounded by warmth and could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
In the room, there was only a faint moonlight, and the gasps of the two were intertwined, and the occasional moans were also blocked between their lips.
There was only the sound of heavy breathing for a long time.
An Ran was too tired to open her eyes, so she simply didn't care about anything and waited for him to get up and turn over to sleep.
Early the next morning, An Ran was awakened by the sound outside. She sat up, quickly took her clothes, put them on and went to the bathroom first.
Ziheng and Ding Changhe played in the backyard for a long time before going to the front yard to wash up.
When Ding Ziheng saw his mother coming out of the clean room, he said with concern, "Mom, next time my father and I go up the mountain, you don't want to go. I didn't expect that my mother was exhausted yesterday, so I told Aunt Chen to make porridge. After steaming the meat buns, you can go and have a rest after eating."
An Ran couldn't help but blush and glared at Ding Changhe.
Ding Changhe's expression remained unchanged, "Your mother is fine, just take a rest for the night. Come on, let's go to dinner."
Dongmei laid out breakfast and went to the kitchen with Sister Chen to eat.
Ding Changhe took a sip of porridge and then said, "Heng'er has good qualifications. He has soft bones and is suitable for this. After he turns three years old, I will teach him the basic moves."
"Isn't it too early? After all, the child is still young."
"It's no problem for him to stand upright now, and it's no problem for him to learn basic exercises in advance. Little Shitou was late at that time, and Heng'er is at the right age."
An Ran no longer had any objections, because Ding Changhe loved his son the most. If it was not good, he would not do this.
After breakfast, Ding Changhe took Ziheng to the small house.
After returning at noon, An Ran asked, "Uncle, hasn't the war ceased now? Can we still continue to make this medicine?"
"Go ahead and sow what you need to sow. As much money as you still have in hand, it will be enough."
"It's enough now, but I still want to make so much medicine, can I use it all?"
Ding Changhe sat down, took the tea from An Ran, and said, "A truce does not mean there will be no war in the future. Besides, the private soldiers I raise will also be used. And even if they can't be used up, they can be exchanged elsewhere." The money is used, and the profit is high, so it won’t be wasted.”
An Ran nodded, "I listen to the uncle, it's fine. In the first few years of planting, the villagers have earned a lot of income and are very motivated. If they stop harvesting all of a sudden, there will inevitably be complaints. And An Qiao Na, what's the comparison over there? This place is more suitable for growing medicinal herbs.”
"Let him not stop. Although I have other businesses that can support some people, I can also make a lot of money from this medicinal material, which is safer than doing anything else."
After such a long period of understanding, and the information revealed to her by Xiao Shitou, An Ran knew that Ding Changhe spent a lot of money every year to raise secret guards and private soldiers.
She guessed that Ding Changhe had other properties in his hands that outsiders didn't know about.
It's no wonder that the higher-ups don't trust him. With ability, ambition, and a hidden card in his hand, no one in higher positions can trust you.
"My uncle hasn't told me yet what happened this time. I won the battle, so I shouldn't let you off the job."
Ding Changhe
