Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

Unexpectedly, Zhao Laowu found a job that was easy and well-paid by chance.

To prove himself, he took out the meat skewers he had prepared for himself as a midnight snack, went to the stall next door to buy oysters and scallops, and made kebabs, grilled oysters and scallop vermicelli.

Thin vermicelli noodles are placed on the scallops, garnished with minced garlic and green coriander leaves. The scallops are cooked, making a sizzling sound, and the fragrance is wafting out. The taste is not very good.

Li Haitang ate one himself, and then let his savage husband have a taste. There were five left on the barbed wire fence. The scholars stared at them and swallowed, wishing they could put their eyes on them.

"You guys should try it too, and pay more attention to the store's business in the future."

Li Haitang reluctantly gave up her love and gave up the few remaining scallops. She was reluctant to let her children catch the wolf. She repeatedly stated the location of her shop and claimed that before the shop opened, she would go to Songhe Academy to promote it.

Because there was still some time before the opening and the shop was under renovation, she told Zhao Laowu that she would go there if she had time. If there was anything to add to the back house, she could go directly to Craftsman Wang.

"Thank you, boss."

Zhao Laowu thanked him sincerely, and Li Haitang waved his hand. It was just a small matter, mutually beneficial. Otherwise, she would be in trouble in Kyoto and it would be difficult to find a suitable cook.

Everyone chatted for an hour, and when night fell, the number of people in the night market not only did not decrease, but actually increased.

The couple walked around a lot and bought all kinds of trinkets and beautiful candlesticks. Li Haitang almost bought the stall. The stall owner was so frightened that he asked the stall owner several times before finally confirming that he was not hearing hallucinations.

“The candlesticks are very novel and are placed on every dining table. Adding red candles can also adjust the atmosphere of the meal at night.

In summer, when it gets dark late, there is no need to prepare, but in winter, it is different. The oil lamp hanging above the head is not bright enough, and candles are needed for lighting.

"Madam, it's getting late, let's go to the inn to rest?"

Xiao Lingchuan took a look at the sky. The original crescent moon was no longer covered by dark clouds. The sky was drooping, and thick dark clouds in the distance were about to spread in this direction.

It will rain again at night, and the carriage will leave Zhuangzi tomorrow. The road will be muddy, which will delay the time again.

"OK."

There were many inns nearby, but Xiao Lingchuan still chose the cleanest, first-class room.

Going to the night market to eat and drink, the pressure in my heart is relieved. My savage husband is like this, he will not comfort with words, but express it with actions.

The clean room of the inn is very large, and there is a small pool built inside. There is a step next to the pool.

"Madam, you bought three bottles of gel tonight."

Xiao Lingchuan's mouth was dry. When he saw the stone platform, he couldn't help but splash water on it and rinse it. Then he wiped a handful of water with his hand, his eyes were deep and hot.

"There are three flavors: jasmine, osmanthus, and light lotus."

The gel is moisturizing, somewhat similar to modern shower gel, but the ingredients are purely natural and cannot be used to create bubbles after scrubbing.

Li Haitang opened it and took out the condensation. She was more interested in the porcelain bottle outside.

"Keep the porcelain vase for you and give me the dew."

Xiao Lingchuan's voice was hoarse, and his body felt like it was about to explode. With such an obvious hint, his wife must not know what it meant, right?

"Husband, what do you want this for?"

Li Haitang was still thinking about his shop, calculating the cost in his mind, and was doing two things at once. The condensation made it slippery after washing, which was obviously a woman's thing.

Xiao Lingchuan did not explain, but quickly took off his clothes and lay on the stone platform, revealing the perfect streamlines of his body. His actions showed everything.

Li Haitang understood immediately, her cheeks were burning. She first took off her clothes, then washed her hands, applied gel, and massaged her savage husband's acupuncture points.

The acupuncture points are precise and it feels very comfortable when pressed. Xiao Lingchuan couldn't help but hum.

His wife's body massage was much more comfortable than her hands, so he waited patiently.

After a while, Li Haitang couldn't bear it any longer. She sat directly on her savage husband and patted him with her hands. She also felt what it was like to ride a big horse.

"Madam, what are you doing?"

Xiao Lingchuan swallowed, but still felt his throat was burning. He held his wife in place with his hands behind his back, then turned over and pointed his front at Li Haitang.

"ah……"

Li Haitang never expected such a difficult move. Xiao Lingchuan completed it in one go and couldn't help but hum...

It rained during the night and the ground was soaked again.

The next day, when the couple left the inn, there were still patches of water stains on the blue bricks on the road in Kyoto.

After the rain, the willow trees on the roadside absorb a lot of water, and their leaves become greener and fuller.

The couple had breakfast at a roadside stall and went straight to Jingzhaoyi Yamen. Zhang Zheng had dark circles under his eyes and sneezed from time to time.

"Sir, did you catch a cold yesterday?"

Jiang was close to Zhang Zheng. She was a small widower, but this time she was transferred to Kyoto to help. The Jingzhaoyi Yamen gave her twenty taels of silver, which was her salary for several months.

"It's hot now. You're in the lobby. Go out. Hot and cold alternate. If you don't pay attention, you'll catch wind chill."

Mrs. Jiang said this, but she despised Zhang Zheng in her heart. After all, he was born as a scholar, and his body was like that of a weak chicken, like a farmer. He was strong and healthy all year round and almost never got sick.

"yes."

Zhang Zheng was exposed to the rain yesterday and kept watch all night, but found nothing unusual.

The good thing is that it rained last night and there were no incidents.

He lamented that he was too practical. If Yang Xu didn't show up in the middle of the night, he would probably be resting, and he would be the only one, stupidly, sitting there until dawn.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, you are still in poor health. Just like me, I am in the morgue every day. When I go out, I alternate between hot and cold..."

Ms. Jiang felt that Zhang Zheng was approachable and didn't have as many worries when speaking.

"Ah sneeze!"

Morgue? Zhang Zheng felt even colder.

When Li Haitang came in, he happened to hear the conversation between the two. They were not on the same channel at all. Mrs. Jiang didn't understand the look and asked Zhang Zheng again. She wanted to eat braised pork today. Looking at Mr. Zhang's face, it was already darker than the bottom of the pot.

"Master Zhang, don't worry, we and I will stay here tonight."

Li Haitang yawned. He didn't stay at home yesterday, but he still made a fuss all night long.

Xiao Lingchuan felt refreshed and refreshed, but she looked sluggish, and she even wondered if her savage husband had harvested yin and replenished yang.

"Time is of the essence, so we must not take it lightly."

Zhang Zheng felt sour when he said this. Looking at the state of the two of them, he knew what happened last night without even thinking about it.

He was in the courtyard, enduring the wind and rain, while Xiao Lingchuan had the beauty in his arms. The gap was not that big. Zhang Zheng was heartbroken and didn't want to speak. He lowered his head, stared at the evidence, and compared it again. Finally, he confirmed that Li Haitang was right. The thing Lin Zi protected until his death, the handwriting in the wallet was written by Yang Xu.