After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Song Huiling rinsed the pea tips with chopsticks and put them into her mouth, then looked at He Zhan speechlessly.

He Zhan then remembered that Song Huiling's health had not yet recovered and she should avoid spicy food.

"I forgot that my wife can't eat spicy food. Then I will make up for her share and fulfill her wish." He Zhan curled his lips and put a piece of meat covered with dipping sauce into his mouth in front of Song Huiling. He chewed it exaggeratedly and even exclaimed that it was very delicious.

Song Huiling bit the tip of the chopsticks and glared at him, she was so angry that she almost broke the chopsticks. If she had known this would happen today, she would not have bought chili peppers. Who would understand how painful it is for someone who loves spicy food to avoid spicy food for three months.

Yang pretended to be spicy, turned her head away, and fanned her mouth with her hands. The smile in her eyes could not be hidden. It was just the interest between a young couple, so she pretended not to see it.

After dinner, He Zhan rushed back to the county town overnight. It happened that he would have a day off two days later, so Song Huiling asked him to bring back the things she had customized from the blacksmith shop.

During the two days when He Zhan was away, Yang went to work in the fields while Song Huiling prepared food at home. Seeing that her daughter-in-law was really living a down-to-earth life, Yang worked more vigorously than before, and the gloom on her face gradually disappeared.

The rain has stopped and the sun is shining brightly, the grass in the countryside is green and endless.

After two days of drizzling, the sky in Qianzhong finally cleared up. Yuntun Village is surrounded by mountains with lush greenery and clusters of spring flowers. Song Huiling would go out for a stroll regularly during these two days. Seeing the beautiful scenery made him feel much more refreshed both physically and mentally.

When Yang went to work in the fields, she would bring some dry food with her, leave home at dawn, and return home at sunset.

After taking her medicine in the morning, Song Huiling went back to bed and stayed there until noon. After finishing her lunch and taking her medicine, He Zhan still hadn't returned home, so she started to tinker in the yard. While the sun was shining, she wanted to make honeycomb coal today.

The ancients called coal "stone coal". There are abundant coal resources around Qingyuan County, and people rely on burning stone coal for heating in winter. Stone coal is common, but honeycomb coal, an economical and practical household fuel, has not yet been invented.

Honeycomb coal is highly efficient, easy to burn, and convenient to transport and store, making it a good choice for food stalls.

The steps to make honeycomb coal are very simple. Just mix anthracite powder, yellow mud and clean water in a certain proportion, then press it out with a mold specially made for making honeycomb coal, and it can be used after being ventilated and dried.

The theory is simple, but it is difficult to put into practice because one does not have the physical strength to keep up.

Song Huiling has been very good at cooking these past two days, but after just swinging the hoe and stirring the coal ash for a while, she was so tired that she sat on the ground gasping for breath. Without anyone to help, she really couldn't do it alone.

Thinking of He Zhan's promise to return home early this morning, but he was still nowhere to be seen until almost noon, she suddenly felt annoyed and said angrily, "What's the point of marrying a military leader? It's like being a widow, not seeing him all day long."

I can't even find anyone to do the work.

Although it was spring, it felt like summer when the sky cleared up. A thin layer of sweat seeped out of Song Huiling's forehead. She wiped it carefully with a handkerchief and prepared to take a break before continuing.

Suddenly, the lightly closed courtyard door was pushed open and a hearty laugh was heard. Song Huiling turned her head and saw He Zhan walking in with the honeycomb coal stove and honeycomb coal gun that she had been longing for.

He placed the things in his hand in the corner of the courtyard, closed the courtyard door and walked towards her with a playful smile on his face: "It's only been two days since we last met, and you miss your husband so much?"

Song Huiling's face became embarrassed. It was really unacceptable to talk about people behind their backs, because once you do, it will be painful.

He Zhan liked to tease her with their love affairs, and she was just as good at being sarcastic.

She stood up, dragged a hoe and walked towards him, smiled slightly, and gently placed her soft and boneless hands on his strong chest, slowly moving down, lowering her voice, as if whispering in his ear: "I miss you, of course I miss your endless energy."

It was the first time that He Zhan was teased by a woman like this. His whole body was tense and he dared not move. He looked at Song Huiling intently with a calm expression, but the blush on his ears betrayed him.

He Zhan could no longer maintain his composure and tried to catch the reckless hand, but Song Huiling grabbed his hand before him.

He Zhan was puzzled, and looked down at her, only to see a sly smile in her eyes: "Since my husband is back, please help me share some of the work."

He felt something heavy in his hand and looked down. Song Huiling had already handed the hoe to him.

He Zhan: “…”

Being directed by Song Huiling to stir the coal ash, He Zhan finally understood what it meant to miss his endless energy.

I have to say, having a young and strong laborer really saves trouble. Before long, He Zhan mixed the coal ash as required.

He was curious about the pile of coal ash and the two things that Song Huiling asked the blacksmith to make. He talked a lot more than usual and kept asking Song Huiling questions.

While directing him to use a coal gun to press the honeycomb coal, Song Huiling explained to him how to use it.

After hearing this, He Zhan's eyes lit up with admiration: "So you wealthy families usually use honeycomb coal as fuel?"

"Of course not. If nothing unexpected happens, this is Dayan's first batch of honeycomb coal." Song Huiling quickly denied it. After noticing He Zhan's inquiring look, he shut up instantly. He seemed to have talked too much just now.

In a flash, she thought of an excuse to fool He Zhan: "I like to read all kinds of miscellaneous books and have a lot of strange ideas. I had the idea of ​​making honeycomb coal before, but I just never had the chance to do it."

He Zhan had no doubts about it. In Dayan, girls born into aristocratic families would go to private schools together with boys for enlightenment from a young age. There were many talented girls in Dayan, who were no less talented than boys. Song Huiling must have been a better student than ordinary people since childhood.

Thinking of this, He Zhan somehow thought of Xie Yunsui. He and Song Huiling were senior and junior brothers and sisters in the same private school.

So, do all educated women like scholars? He can read, but he usually reads military books and rarely reads those flowery poems and articles.

A sour feeling inexplicably surged in his heart, and he interrupted Song Huiling who was chattering: "Okay, I'm not interested in what books you read every day."

Song Huiling was just about to share when someone suddenly dampened her enthusiasm. She instantly got angry, her cheeks flushed red, and her voice suddenly rose: "Then you shouldn't have asked me all these questions at the beginning. A rough man like you is probably only interested in fighting and killing!"

Song Huiling's mouth was faster than her brain. She regretted what she said the moment she finished speaking. However, the words were like water spilled and could not be taken back. She was afraid that He Zhan would come after her, so she pretended to be busy with other things and ran away.

He Zhan held the coal gun and continued to press the honeycomb coal, but the strength in his hand was obviously much greater. Song Huiling took a sneak peek and thought that he was really angry, and the iron handle of the coal gun was almost bent by him.