Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

"Zizi..."

The oil in the pheasant skin was roasted and dropped into the fire, the sound brought back Li Haitang's thoughts.

Under the firelight, Xiao Lingchuan lowered his eyes, and was turning the iron tongs that penetrated the pheasant, his movements were meticulous.

His knuckles were broad, and there was a layer of rough calluses near his nails, which gave him the strength of a martial artist.

Li Haitang rested her chin on one hand and stared at her husband steadily. A serious man is fascinating, and a sense of pride welled up in her heart.

The savage husband belongs to her alone, and she is always the first, considerate and considerate. The more envied and hated by others, the happier she is.

"What's wrong?"

Sensing the other party's fiery gaze, Xiao Lingchuan raised his head slightly, the frost in his eyes had already turned into warmth, "Are you hungry?"

"kindness."

Li Haitang nodded obediently, and didn't dare to look at him anymore, so he could only stare at the golden yellow and oily pheasant, wishing to swallow it immediately.

"It will be fine soon."

In order to add more flavor, Xiao Lingchuan brushed a layer of honey on the chicken skin.

"I don't remember, we brought this."

Li Haitang licked the corner of her lips, she was really hungry.

The vegetables in the small courtyard are limited, all of which are vegetarian. A few days ago, in Fangshan Village, it was almost a daily vegetarian diet. The only meat slices required six people to scramble, and they couldn’t get a few pieces in her mouth. Crashing.

"I just took out the honeycomb."

Xiao Lingchuan didn't change his face, he cut the chicken with a blade and put it in a small bamboo basket woven from branches, Li Haitang immediately rushed to it.

"Delicious!""

The honey seeps into the chicken, giving it a sweet taste. Adding the peppers that were marinated before, it is sweet and spicy, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It is so delicious that you can't wait to swallow your tongue.

Li Haitang gobbled it up, and after eating half of it, she couldn't eat it no matter what, she couldn't describe what happened recently when she thought about it.

The other half of the pheasant was dealt with by his savage husband.

The moon was in the sky, and it just climbed over the top of the tree. The bright moonlight sprinkled on the open space in front of the stone platform, full of brilliance.

On the wild flowers and grass, there is a little dew, and they are listening to the two talking silently.

"Husband."

Li Haitang washed off the oil stains on his hands with warm water, hesitating and hawing, and finally turned into a sigh on his lips.

"What's on your mind?"

Xiao Lingchuan threw a few pieces of firewood into the fire, and after returning, he sat beside his wife and held her in his arms.

It was cold in the mountains, and the fire was not as warm as his chest.

There are too many trivial matters, and there are still so many unknowns in the future, Li Haitang suddenly felt a sense of dullness.

It's like living in the Zhuangzi in the countryside of Lucheng, a plague broke out, and when you go out to take a boat, the boat capsizes.

Today, she doesn't know what will happen tomorrow, there are too many accidents, she has experienced the moment of life and death, she just wants to cherish the present more.

Every day you live is one day less, and you can live to be a hundred years old. It is still a fixed number of days, not enough, really not enough.

It would be great if people could meet and be together for several lifetimes.

Between the husband and wife, there is only a few buns left before they are truly consummated.

"Husband, don't you think I look beautiful in this way?"

After roasting for a while, with heat waves wafting all around, Li Haitang pulled the dress down to her shoulders, then she put her hands on Xiao Lingchuan's cheek, with a smile in her eyes, she teased, "Does it look good?"

"What do you say?"

With just a simple movement, Xiao Lingchuan's desire was aroused, and he didn't answer the question instead.

"Cough cough."

Li Haitang coughed twice in embarrassment, not knowing how to answer.

If she praises herself again, is she too thick-skinned? Thinking of this, Li Haitang raised his head and put his arms around his wild husband's neck.

With lips touching, Xiao Lingchuan closed his eyes.

Her lips were very soft, with the fragrance of nectar, the two kissed delicately, and they were very devoted to each other.

"Actually, you are more beautiful when you are not wearing clothes, only I can see it."

After Xiao Lingchuan finished speaking, he took off his outer shirt, put it under his wife's body, propped his hands on the ground, and pressed his body quickly.

"Don't...don't be here."

Li Haitang panted again and again, her chest felt cold, Xiao Lingchuan had already held her bellyband in her hand.

Not in the yard this time, but purely in the wild.

Li Haitang shyly wanted to cover her face with her hands, but the savage husband aggressively took it away. Xiao Lingchuan kissed deeply again, and his hands twirled and teased non-stop.

At night, in the silent mountain forest, the sound of rustling leaves is mixed with the emotional cries of men and women.

A sleepless night.

Li Haitang moved his stiff body when the east side was pale.

Toss all night, without intermission, no more, no less, a total of seven times.

Xiao Lingchuan upgraded from a whole night at a time to a standard seven times a night.

"Husband, how can we spend the night in the mountains, how can we explain to Ruyi when we go back..."

Li Haitang hurriedly stood up, and finally put on his clothes tremblingly.

Last night, the two were tossing and turning, forgetting about each other, forgetting about going back to the small courtyard.

Miss Zhang found out that she and her husband were missing, so she couldn't make a fuss and report to the authorities, right?

Li Haitang was not sure, her legs were trembling when she walked.

"We're not here, she should ask for it."

Xiao Lingchuan was refreshed, he hugged his noisy wife in his arms, and went down the mountain with lightness kung fu.

It was still early, and there were not many people in the small town, only one breakfast stall that had just been set up.

After exhausting her energy all night, Li Haitang was hungry again. She was sitting in front of the stall, waiting for the hot steamed stuffed bun with chicken sauce.

Bite off the outer skin, and there is tender chicken inside. When you suck it into your mouth, there is also a fragrant and salty juice, which has an endless aftertaste.

The masters are among the people, and the wisdom of the common people is infinite. Li Haitang has been to big restaurants, and often buys something from small stalls in the streets and alleys. She prefers to eat.

The price is cheap, the quantity is large, and it is down-to-earth.

A plate of roast chicken in a big restaurant can be sold for two taels of silver. It is advertised as grassland green bird chicken, eating grass when hungry, and eating grasshoppers when hungry.

In fact, it is a farm chicken, there is no difference. In terms of meat quality, it is not as firm as pheasant chicken.

"Boss, serve another bowl of eight-treasure porridge, and two drawers of steamed buns, we'll take them away."

Li Haitang returned the remaining buns to her husband, and enjoyed the sweet eight-treasure porridge.

In the past few days, I have been frightened and frightened, and I can fool around with food. Fangshan Village doesn't have any good things, and it's time to nourish my stomach now.

After the couple had breakfast, they packed some for Zhang Ruyi and Lu Erlian to take away.

Back in the small courtyard, it was quiet and there was no sound at all.

As soon as Li Haitang entered the door, she saw the blood on the ground in a scattered shape. She rubbed the center of her eyebrows, "Husband, if we are away for a night, nothing will happen again, right?"

Scenes flashed in her mind about the specific details of Miss Zhang beheading Lu Er's fool.

"This is chicken blood."

Xiao Lingchuan looked down, shook his head, and pushed open the door of the stove, the blood spread to the stove, and there were still some leftovers in the cauldron. Obviously, Zhang Ruyi and his wife stewed a chicken when the two were away last night.