Rebirth: Farming Skillfully with a Mrs.

Nian Xiaomi, who was lying on the beach, opened her eyes and saw a fierce guy.

Although it was already spring, it was still a bit chilly, but the big man with a face like a copper basin was open-minded, and his black hair was like fertilized weeds, extremely luxuriant.

And his muscular chest muscles are even more exaggerated, as if two iron balls are hanging on his chest...

Nian Xiaomi sat up and quickly moved away from the violent aura emanating from this person.

"It's either a village tyrant or a villain!" He muttered in his heart.

The painting style suddenly changed...

"Ah! The sea breeze is blowing so cold, why are you lying on the beach and falling asleep? How can you catch a cold? Are you... Nian's silly treasure?"

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Nian Xiaomi completely collapsed.

Such a burly man speaks softly and softly, with a girlish air. He reached out to help him pat the gravel off his body, like a bear embroidered, or an orchid finger...

Nian Xiaomi searched her memory, but couldn't remember anything.

But he remembered his previous life, a Russian Internet celebrity uncle, who wore two braids every day, known as King Kong Barbie...

"You don't remember me? My house is next to yours." The big man pointed to a small broken courtyard by the sea.

"Uncle Liu's house?" Nian Xiaomi was taken aback.

In addition to his house, there are several other families by the sea.

Old man Liu and Aunt Liu are one of them, but I heard that his family has a son in a distant place.

"I'm his son Liu Tiedan. I just came back from Yinzhou City. It's a long way away. I beat someone disabled in the fishing ground over there, so I ran back..."

The big man spoke softly, like a familiar chatterbox.

"You came to my house for dinner when you were a child...Sibao, are you still stupid?"

"You are stupid!"

Nian Xiaomi glared at him, and hurriedly left the beach, leaving him in a daze.

When he got home, he described the other person's appearance to Yan Mo. Yan Mo lowered his head in thought, as if he didn't know that person either.

Nian Xiaomi didn't think about it any more.

It's just that he didn't expect that this seemingly fierce "sissy" would become a veteran of his family's fishing ground and his "ancient best friend"...

He didn't catch any sea fish, but there were still some river fish at home, so he cooked a pot of fish and rice porridge at noon.

The fragrance of rice blends with the freshness of river fish, the plump rice grains and the clear fish meat reflect each other, and the taste is complete.

The two sat down and ate happily.

Fat Huami ran in, rubbed her head against Nian Xiaomi's trousers, looked at him with big eyes stupidly, and kept licking her little red tongue.

"Are you addicted to fish?" Nian Xiaomi laughed, put down her chopsticks and put a small bowl of fish porridge on the table.

"Huami, come up and sit down."

Hua Mi wagged her tail, jumped onto the small wooden table and sat down.

Yan Mo was a little surprised by its intelligence, "Hehe, it's smarter than a dog." He praised with a smile.

"Wow!" Rhubarb Erhuang ran in, wagging his tail dissatisfied.

Fat Huami didn't eat the fish porridge, but jumped off the table and ran out.

After a while, it ran back again, and with it came a smaller cat with pure white and blue eyes.

Nian Xiaomi and Yan Mo laughed, this guy treats their house as a charity event, and even invites friends to come over for a meal.

After the meal, Yan Mo picked up Huami and kissed it, then lifted the little white cat and saw that it was a female, and immediately laughed.

He stroked Hua Mi's head, "Is it your wife?"

Hua Mi stuck out her pink tongue and licked his finger, then meowed.

"Okay, from now on your daughter-in-law will be called Xiaobai, welcome the new member of our family."

Nian Xiaomi watched quietly from the sidelines, never expecting her husband, who has a thick head and a thick head, to have such a childish side.

Lying on the bed at night, Nian Xiaomi leaned against Yan Mo's chest, and suddenly remembered the cave he mentioned again.

"Sanggong, did you really live in a cave before? Tell me your story?"

With a trace of melancholy and nostalgia, Yan Mo talked about his life experience.

It turned out that his grandfather was the bastard son of a rich family, tired of the intrigue life, he brought his wife to Sunset Village to settle down.

Four sons were born later.

Yan Mo's father is the eldest, so his father and mother are naturally partial, so his father is spoiled for comfort, and the other three younger brothers look down on him.

When Yan Mo was eight years old, his grandfather and grandmother passed away one after another, and several uncles divided up the family property.

His family didn't get much food, his father was too lazy to cook, and his mother was not in good health. Within a few years, both of them died one after another, leaving Yan Mo alone.

The second uncle and the third uncle occupied the ancestral house, and the younger uncle entered Haizhou City after being admitted as a scholar.

Several uncles and aunts blamed each other, and no one wanted to raise him.

After seeing all the heat and cold in the world, Yan Mo grew up almost overnight.

The old patriarch later persuaded several uncles to take turns raising him, but he no longer wanted to have contact with them, and then lived alone in the mountains for many years.

After listening to his narration, Nian Xiaomi felt pity in her heart.

At such a young age, he had to fight against the beasts in the mountains by himself. I really don't know how he survived.

Nian Xiaomi leaned against his chest gently, held the man's hand, and comforted him silently.

In order to break the solemn atmosphere, he began to talk about some light topics.

"No wonder you can't see the breath of a savage on your body, so your ancestors were from a wealthy family!"

Yan Mo looked at the grimace Nian Xiaomi made to him, and his heart was agitated, and he felt that he was extremely cute.

"Last time someone said Cuilan was your cousin? Then Yan Gui is your cousin? The village chief is you..."

"The village chief is my second uncle." Yan Mo nodded.

"That's how it is...Sanggong, don't be sad, I will be with you from now on, let's live a prosperous life, let those people envy and hate."

Although Yan Mo didn't quite understand, he still nodded and hugged him lightly...

The next day, the two went to the city again intending to go to the cloth village to pick up clothes.

Unfortunately, the prefect of Haizhou urgently needs a batch of brocade clothes, and the cloth shop has been rushing to make them for the past few days, and Nian Xiaomi's clothes can only be picked up two days late.

After that, I went to the market to sell the fur and herbs, and only earned a few hundred coins.

Before leaving, they came to the slums in the lower city. The Xiaoyong they saw last time was waiting there. He was still dressed in rags, but his face seemed to have been washed and his face was not so dark.

Yan Mo took out the prepared corn cakes and white flour steamed buns and handed them to him, but he still didn't eat them right away.

"Why don't you eat it?" Nian Xiaomi asked puzzled.

Only then did Xiaoyong tell them that he had an eight-year-old brother.

It turned out that their family made a living by delivering food to the magistrate's office. One day two years ago, the daughter of the magistrate (equivalent to the mayor in the previous life) died of vomiting and diarrhea after eating, and was later diagnosed with mushroom poisoning.

As a result, Xiaoyong's parents were thrown into a dungeon, his father died soon after, and his mother's life and death were also uncertain.

He and his younger brother escaped as children, but their house was occupied, and they could only live in slums by begging for food.

Nian Xiaomi's eyes got wet when he heard this, and Yan Mo remained silent, but what else could they do other than give some food and a few pennies?

On the way back, the two remained silent.

In the end, it was Yan Mo who broke the silence, "Daughter-in-law, I have always had a doubt. I heard from Aunt Liu that when your mother left the village, she took a little boy with her..."

Nian Xiaomi also heard from the villagers that her mother left with her brother who was three years younger than her.

How could things be so coincidental?

He smiled and shook his head, but from this day on, Xiaoyong's figure will always appear in his mind.

Could it be that he is really his brother...