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

The young man's eyes moved slightly, and he tried to open his mouth as wide as possible as if he wanted to speak, but his tongue seemed to be frozen and he couldn't make even the slightest sound. In the end, he just opened and closed his lips twice with difficulty.

From the shape of his lips, Song Huiling guessed that he was silently reciting the word "Amo".

My ears are not deaf and I can still understand what is said, so it’s not too bad.

The sky was getting darker and the air was getting colder. Seeing that A'mo didn't even have a long coat to cover his body, Song Huiling took him to the east room, found a set of clothes that He Zhan usually wore, told him to change into them, and left the room, closing the wooden door.

Yang started unloading the things on the cart in the yard. She looked a little depressed. When she saw Song Huiling coming out, she came over and sighed a few times, "There are only two bedrooms and two beds in the house. I don't know how to arrange for one more person. We can't let this child sleep in the woodshed, right?"

This is indeed a problem. Song Huiling raised his hand and touched his chin. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Mom, then give the east room to Ah Mo and let He Zhan sleep with him. I will move to the west room and sleep with you."

"No!" Yang refused without thinking, "That's your and Ah Zhan's new bed, how can you just give it to a stranger?"

Song Huiling raised his eyebrow and said, "How about letting him sleep in the west room, and you and I sleep in the east room?"

Yang pursed her lips and said with a conflicted look, "This is not appropriate either."

"Why not let him sleep in the woodshed?"

Yang was even more troubled: "There are no extra mattresses at home, and the woodshed is very cold at night. It would not be good if I caught a cold."

Song Huiling frowned slightly and made the decision, "Let's give the east room to Ah Mo. It's settled."

"But……"

Yang was about to say something when Song Huiling raised her hand with a serious face to interrupt her, "Mother, the doctor also said that my body needs to be recuperated for several months and I can't stand being tired. You let me sleep in the same bed with He Zhan every day, and he is at the age of full blood and vigor. What if one day he can't control his beastly nature and kills me in bed?"

"Hui Ling!" Yang never expected Song Hui Ling to say such shameless words. Her face turned red and she couldn't speak for a long time.

Song Huiling continued calmly, "Mom, didn't you say before that at least I can control my body in the He family? I don't want to consummate my marriage with He Zhan for the time being. Even if you tell him not to touch me, there's no guarantee that he will still be rational when he gets excited."

Yang looked embarrassed and annoyed, her mouth corners were tense, and she fell into deep thought.

Men are often not as sincere as they say. My son says he is not interested in women, but who knows what he is really thinking? Besides, his daughter-in-law is so lovely, can he really resist being tempted?

Yang's last bit of hesitation was dispelled by Song Huiling's words "I don't want to consummate the marriage with He Zhan for the time being". If she doesn't want to now, it means she will want to in the future.

She raised her head, looked at Song Huiling carefully, and sighed helplessly: "Then let's do it this way for now."

Forget it, my daughter-in-law has thin arms and legs, and she really can’t stand the hard work, so I’d better take care of her a little longer.

Song Huiling put his right hand behind his back, quietly made a "yeah" gesture and then returned to normal.

She couldn't accept sleeping on the same bed with a man with whom she had no emotional foundation. Although He Zhan was currently on duty in the army and couldn't go home, there was no guarantee that he might stay overnight at home someday. It was reasonable for him to have sex with her, and she couldn't just let him kick her off. The best way was for her to leave the east room on her own initiative.

She also had to thank A'mo for giving her an excuse to move out.

The wooden door creaked, Song Huiling turned around, and saw A'mo had changed his clothes and pushed open the wooden door and walked out hunched over.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law both shut up in tacit understanding. After all, A'mo is a child, and they cannot talk about topics that are not suitable for children in front of him.

Song Huiling walked to the cart, picked out the dishes for dinner from a pile of ingredients, and was about to go to the kitchen when she saw A'mo following her, as if he wanted to go with her.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, pointed at the cart full of things, then pointed at Yang, and said fiercely: "Can't you see the work? Don't you see this cart of heavy things? Hurry up and help your aunt unload it."

After hearing this, A'mo stopped and walked to the cart. He grabbed a corner of the flour bag with both hands at the same time and threw it up. Dozens of kilograms of glutinous rice flour were carried on his shoulders. Then he looked at Yang motionlessly, as if waiting for her next instructions.

Yang glanced at A'mo, then quickly asked people to pile up the things.

Before Song Huiling left, he looked at Ah Mo's back and said leisurely, "The He family doesn't support idlers. If you want to stay, you have to work hard as a laborer."

She knocked casually to scare A'mo. What if he couldn't stand it and left secretly tonight?

But A'mo didn't seem to have any reluctance. He looked back with a firm gaze, nodded heavily, and punched his chest a few times with his fist.

Song Huiling smiled: "What do you mean? Are you saying that you have enough strength to do heavy work?"

A'Mo nodded and pounded his chest a few more times.

What a dork.

Song Huiling had nothing to say and took the dishes into the kitchen.

Today, Yang bought a pound of pork, two pieces of water bamboo, a long yam, and a whole piece of tofu skin. Song Huiling originally wanted to stir-fry them all, but he half-crouched in front of the stone cabinet and took a look. He saw that there were still seven eggs and half a bag of green vegetables left from the vegetables he bought yesterday, so he changed his mind.

She first peeled the yam, cut it into two pieces and put it into cold water. Then she picked up the water chestnut and washed it in water, put it on the chopping board and cut it into dice. After cutting, she pushed the kitchen knife to a corner of the chopping board, leaving space in the middle for cutting vegetables. She then placed the tofu skin that had been folded in half on it and cut it evenly into one-inch wide strips. The cut water chestnut pieces and tofu skin were placed in two bowls respectively.

Then she put the pork on the chopping board and cut it in half, cutting one half into pieces of appropriate size and preparing to mince the other half. However, mincing meat was a strenuous job, and thinking of the new laborer in the house, she walked to the door, leaned out and called Ah Mo.

Ah Mo immediately walked into the kitchen. Song Huiling pointed at the other half of the pork that had not been cut and asked, "Do you know how to mince the meat?"

A'mo nodded, and just as Song Huiling was about to hand him the kitchen knife, he saw him reach behind his waist and take out the short curved knife he always carried with him.

Song Huiling: "..."

She dodged the blade, gently pushed away A'mo's hand holding the machete, and handed the kitchen knife to his other hand: "Use this."

Ah Mo was smart enough when he was working. When asked to chop the meat, he did not just pick up the knife and start chopping. Instead, he cut it into pieces first and then started chopping it quickly and rhythmically.

Song Huiling nodded with great satisfaction. A'mo was a very useful tool. He worked efficiently, was willing to work hard, and was quiet and never talked back. It would be great if he could stay in the He family forever, so that she would have a helper.

As soon as she thought of this, she immediately shook her head to get rid of this unrealistic idea.

Ah Mo's identity is unknown, and there is no way he would be kept without a legitimate reason.