Husband, please lend me your virtues

For the sake of his own life, Mo Zijin brought the clam monster to his home, without considering what to do after bringing a strange man home.

On the way home, the clam monster happily followed Mo Zijin and introduced himself: "My name is Ke Leng. I have lived in this river for more than a hundred years. All the monsters in this river listen to me."

"Are you not the only monster in this river?" Mo Zijin's heart tightened and he turned around to ask Ke Leng.

"Of course there are more than one of them, but I'm just the best fighter. They don't like humans getting close to their habitats, so they always try to drive them away."

At this time, Ke Leng said to Mo Zijin as if to take credit: "But when your family came here to build the house, I thought the old man in your family was quite pleasing to the eye and didn't let them attack your family."

"Then I still want to thank you?"

Mo Zijin was a little overwhelmed when she heard that there was more than one monster in the river. She was most afraid of these ghostly things!

Who could have imagined that there was a large group of monsters by the river near her home?

"You're welcome, Jinjin." Ke Leng touched his head, "Can I call you that?"

If he had not made a change of mind back then, he would have allowed Mrs. Mo and her husband to build a house by the river.

It was also impossible for him to see Mo Zijin's parents getting married in this newly built house, and then looking for another piece of land to build a house after Mo Zijin was born.

It was even more impossible for him to hide in the river and watch his wife grow from a child who could barely walk to what she is now.

"Sure." Mo Zijin wanted to protest, but Ke Leng was a monster, and she could be crushed to pieces with just a finger!

From what he said, he was much stronger than other monsters. Mo Zijin was just bored and that was why he disagreed with Ke Leng on such trivial matters.

After returning home, Mo Zijin and Ke Leng happened to run into Old Lady Mo who came out to use the toilet. Old Lady Mo had just taken her hands off the waistband of her trousers.

"Zi Jin, who is this?" Following her granddaughter into the house, Old Mrs. Mo felt that the relationship between this man and her granddaughter was not normal.

Mo Zijin looked at Ke Leng, hoping that he could resolve his identity problem, otherwise he shouldn't blame her for making up stories.

"Hello, grandma. My name is Ke Leng. I am a mountain dweller. I just came down the mountain and got lost. Fortunately, Miss Mo rescued me."

"Otherwise I'm afraid I'll have to die here."

"Oh, our Zijin has been kind-hearted since childhood, and saving people is his duty."

Mrs. Mo was enthusiastic but cautious in her heart. "Comrade, please rest in our house first. I will ask my son Jin to take you to the police station of the commune later."

"If you have any difficulties, just go to the police!" Don't stay in her house and even go to her granddaughter.

Those who came from the mountains might not even have a legal identity. If they are spies left behind by the Kuomintang, they would be a burden to the Mo family.

"Grandma, I'll help you go back to your room to rest. I'll call you when the food is ready."

But don't talk anymore. What if you anger this clam monster and it kills all of them in anger?

After sending Old Lady Mo back to her room, Mo Zijin looked at Ke Leng apologetically, "Sir, I'm really sorry. My grandmother is a straightforward person and didn't mean to offend you."

"It doesn't matter. You and I are a family. Grandma is also my grandma. How could I be angry?"

Ever since Mo Zijin promised Ke Leng that she would treat him as a relative like her grandmother, Ke Leng felt that it was Mo Zijin who agreed to be his wife, otherwise how could she be willing to treat him as a family member?

"Thank you for your generosity, sir."

Although Mo Zijin felt that Ke Leng's words were strange, he put them out of his mind, thinking that it was due to Ke Leng's inexperience and inappropriate choice of words.

"Don't call me sir, just call me Ke Leng." The term sir sounded too unfamiliar, how could his wife be estranged from him!

"Ah! Okay! Comrade Ke Leng." Mo Zijin followed Ke Leng's instructions and called out his name directly.

Mo Zijin went to the kitchen and took down a piece of bacon hanging on the beam, cut a small piece and put it back. The piece Mo Zijin cut was very small and cut into thin slices. The four of them could only taste three or five slices a day.

Ke Leng followed him into the kitchen. He originally wanted to come in and observe Mo Zijin's cooking skills so that he could cook for Mo Zijin in the future.

I don't want to see the simple meals prepared by Mo Zijin. There are only a few slices of meat and not even any rice.

The kitchen was even more empty. There was nothing there.

The difference between the human homes I have seen is even greater.

When Ke Leng first transformed, he had a very pleasant conversation with a rich young man and stayed at his house for a few days.

According to Ke Leng, the remaining food in Mo Zijin's house was not even as good as what the servants of that family ate.

"Is your family so poor? You don't even have rice soup?" Ke Leng pursed his lips and looked at the pile of ugly steamed buns. He really couldn't accept that he had to eat these.

"There's nothing we can do. The environment is like this. It's good enough if we can have enough to eat." Mo Zijin also felt that the food here was bad, far inferior to the era before she traveled through time. When she first came through, she even refused to drink the rice soup fed to her by Old Lady Mo.

But after being hungry for a few meals, Mo Zijin had no choice but to accept the current situation. He could drink a bowl of rice soup with almost no rice grains in it with gusto!

Ke Leng said nothing and turned to leave the kitchen. Mo Zijin didn't want to care and continued to cook. The conditions here were like this. It would be best if Ke Leng didn't want to leave.

After all, it was 1962, and the turbulent decade would soon begin. Mo Zijin didn't have a golden finger, so it was better for her to stay put, lest she be noticed by someone with ulterior motives and be reported. She didn't want to go to labor camp!

When Mo Zijin finished cooking the last dish, the disappeared Ke Leng suddenly appeared with three fish in his hand and placed them in front of Mo Zijin. Immediately, the three fish fluttered on the ground, scaring Mo Zijin so much that he stepped back repeatedly.

After seeing that they were live fish, Mo Zijin breathed a sigh of relief and came out of Ke Leng's arms awkwardly. She asked Ke Leng cautiously, "Did you catch these fish from the river?"

"Well, to nourish you and grandma, let's fry them all!"

Mo Zijin asked timidly, "Then these fish shouldn't have an ancestor fish that can practice like you, right?"

What if a fish demon who has cultivated well comes to kill her because she has eaten its offspring? That would be so unfortunate for her!

"No." Ke Leng saw Mo Zijin's fear, "Even if there is, you don't have to be afraid. With me, they can't beat me."

"That's good." Mo Zijin relaxed, took a wooden basin, collected some water, and put the fish into the basin. She hesitated for a moment, then looked at Ke Leng.

"How do you want to cook these fish? Make soup or braise them?"

Mo Zijin was unsure and was afraid of touching Ke Leng's minefield.