another world husband

"My lord..." Luo Qiu saw that Si Yinyin's expression was a little bit bad, and leaned over to comfort her, her eyes just fell on the depression left by Si Yinyin's own pinching.

There are several nail marks on the fair and delicate palms, the hands are red and swollen, some places have turned blue, and there are some purple spots.

"My lord, don't waste yourself. If you are angry, just greet me." Luo Qiu's face was not only pale, but he even choked up when he spoke.

Si Yinyin hastily tucked his palms into his sleeves, put down the contract, and only lightly ordered: "Put the contract away."

He looked at Luoqiu sternly: "As a secret guard, you shouldn't have too many emotions, it's not suitable for you."

"Yes."

Luo Qiu knew that Si Yinyin didn't want her to worry, but she still replied emphatically.

"My lord, why do you want to cooperate with him? What's the use of us needing so much food." Luo Qiu quickly cleared up his emotions, and turned into that expressionless, iron-blooded and cold guard again.

Si Yinyin patted the table heavily with the palm of his hand, Luo Qiu looked at her palm, his heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare to show any changes on his face.

"You, you should have a lot of brains. I arranged for you to enter the third prince's residence. Although there are still some achievements, it is still far from breaking into his confidants. How can you win his trust without doing two major things."

Regardless of the pain in his palm, Si Yinyin sat in a corner of the attic and meditated.

Luo Qiu also fell into deep thought. Her brain is definitely not as good as that of the Lord, but how the food is connected with the third prince's residence, she really couldn't figure it out.

Grain...Third Prince...Trust...Salt...Natural Disasters...

A few important words flashed in Luoqiu's eyes, and suddenly her eyes widened, looking at Si Yinyin and muttering a few words: "Could it be that the Lord wants to gain the trust of the third prince through food?"

"Not so stupid." Si Yinyin nodded.

Didn't the third prince want to gain the old man's trust?If you want the throne, you can't just rely on Sang Qingqing, you have to make some substantial achievements. It just so happens that this flood cut off many people.

Wouldn't it be a great achievement for her people to bring food to the third prince for disaster relief? If he wanted to sleep, she would hand him a pillow.

Luo Qiu hesitated and said, "But if the Lord has done this, wouldn't all of our hard work be a wedding dress for him?"

There was a wry smile on Luo Qiu's face, the master did this to pave the way for the third prince with his own resources, which made the third prince have a high prestige in the hearts of His Majesty, the court and the common people, making it inconvenient for them to do things in the future.

"Luoqiu, do you know why you can only be a secret guard?" Si Yinyin asked suddenly when Luoqiu was bowing his head in silence.

Luo Qiu shook his head in confusion.

"Because your vision is always not long enough, you are only suitable to be a secret guard who obeys orders." Si Yinyin said this emotionless sentence without eyelids jumping.

Luoqiu: "..."

Can you not be so direct when speaking, I don't want to lose face?

"I'll give you an order to get all the departments to cooperate with the Third Prince's House. I want all of us to replace his confidants within a year."

An overhead third prince is not at her mercy.

"Yes." Before Luo Qiu came back to his senses, he heard Si Yinyin's order and answered firmly.

Stupid brains just need to obey orders.

Yang Lin was still thinking about the plate of pastries that he ate in the attic until he was far away from the attic: "Well, if there is a stone mill that can grind the flour finer, I can also make such pastries."

"Flour, sugar, candied fruit, honey, jasmine."

While walking, Yang Lin named out a long list of ingredients, and he was about to taste other people's secret recipes.

Hearing this, Mo Shi was secretly amazed, why he couldn't taste any taste, he knew that the taste was sweet and a bit sticky, and he couldn't taste anything else.

"What is a stone mill?" Yang Lin kept talking about the stone mill along the way, and Mo Shi guessed that it should be a good thing, otherwise Yang Lin would not forget it.

Yang Lin was questioned, and he didn't know how to describe it. Fortunately, the two of them hadn't left the city yet, so Yang Lin asked someone and found a mill and took Mo Shi to have a look.

"The thing pulled by mules is a stone mill, which can grind wheat and wheat into flour, and the taste is several times better than what we eat now."

Yang Lin has always been obsessed with stone mills, but it's because he learned a lot of delicacies in his dreams, but he has never been able to show them.

There is no way to bring such a big stone mill back to the village, and no one in the village can do it.

With the stone mill, the coarse grains they grow can be processed into fine grains, and the villagers are not short of grains. With such a treasure, they have to rush to the door.

Mo Shi's heart became hot all of a sudden, not to mention the needs of the people in the small mountain village, even this mill was crowded with people, all waiting in line to grind grain.

With the help of the crowd, he took a thorough look at the top and bottom of the stone mill, and wanted to go back and make exactly the same one.

Seeing that Mo Shi was still standing still, Yang Lin Lala Moshi stared at the stone mill with fiery eyes, and guessed something: "Why, you also want to get a stone mill back?"

"Next time, we bought too many things today, and we can't spare them."

Yang Lin knew that Mo Shi had great strength, and adding a stone mill would not count as weight in Mo Shi's hands. He just didn't want Mo Shi to be too tired. With so many things, his arms would be considered numb.

Mo Shi shook his head: "I don't plan to buy it. I want to go back and make two. It happens that we still have hundreds of cows. We can't just let them eat and not let them do things."

Yang Lin understood that when there was nothing to do in winter, the cattle could take turns to grind the mill, which could not only save manpower, but also grind coarse grains into fine grains.

"I know how to do it, I'll teach you when I go back?" Yang Lin thought for a while, and it happened that there were still a few stones left in the house that were not used up for building the house, which was good for making a stone mill.

But he didn't have Mo Shi's strength, even if he knew how to do it, he couldn't do it.

Mo Shi was surprised, he didn't expect Yang Lin to do it too.

Yang Lin smiled: "I wanted to make a stone mill a long time ago, but no one in the village knew me, so I learned it and wanted to go back and find someone to do it, but the villagers didn't pay much attention to me."

Mo Shi didn't speak, knowing that Yang Lin's pain was touched again, he patted him on the shoulder: "Fortunately, it's over."

Yang Lin patted the wheat bran blown out of the mill and fell on his body indifferently, and smiled brightly: "I never cared about it all the time. I just treated the past as a nightmare. Now I am living a good life."

"Go home, I'll make you the same pastry, and you can try adding some meat in it, anyway, we have a lot of meat." After Yang Lin finished speaking, he pulled Mo Shi out of the city with a smile on his face.

The sky was still gray and gray, and when they reached the gate of the city, it was almost dark. At that time, they could just take advantage of the darkness to leave the city.

Mo Shi has not yet recovered from Yang Lin's brilliant smile. His somewhat wheat-colored skin does not contain any impurities. When he smiles, his eyes are shining, and his face is full of longing for the future life. , suddenly laughed into Mo Shi's heart.

Even being dragged away by Yang Lin, he followed the trend and did so unconsciously.

"You look so pretty when you smile."

When Mo Shi came to his senses, they all walked to the city gate. Mo Shi smiled honestly, thanking himself for realizing his intentions soon, otherwise the daughter-in-law in his hands would be someone else's.

Yang Lin was wondering why Mo Shi said that, and suddenly felt itchy in his palm. Mo Shi was holding his hand, tickling his palm, and squeezed it meaningfully.

Yang Lin swallowed secretly, shyness flashed across his face, and he looked around like a thief. Although the sky was getting dark, there were still two or three pedestrians on the street. Are they flirting so blatantly?

"Don't...it's not good to be seen like this."

Seeing Yang Lin's blushing face, especially his brightly red earlobes, Mo Shi couldn't help but feel his mouth dry up, and the movements of his hands became even more provocative.

Yang Lintong blushed and shook Mo Shi's hand away, and turned his back not to look at Mo Shi. It can't be said that he is too slutty.

Mo Shi was thrown away by Yang Lin, his heart was empty, and there was an infinite sense of loneliness in his heart, but he also knew how to measure, Yang Lin is a very conservative person.

Even in bed, he was more likely to take the initiative, and he was serious outside. Otherwise, he didn't realize Yang Lin's feelings for him before.

Yang Lin blushed and lifted the burden on his shoulders, determined not to talk to Mo Shi anymore, and walked his way with his head down, so as not to let others see his strangeness.

Mo Shi stepped forward and lightly hooked the burden on Yang Lin's shoulder, and the burden slipped into Mo Shi's hands.

"Let me do it. How can I be willing to let you carry such a heavy thing? You can just lead me in front. I don't know the way in the city."

Just as Yang Lin was about to speak, Mo Shi spoke out his words first, threw Yang Lin's burden onto his shoulder, and placed it firmly on top of a pile of things on his shoulder.

"You have too many things on your back, let me share some of them." Yang Lin looked at the trembling pile of things on Mo Shi's shoulders, and felt quite sorry in his heart.

Just now he just carried a bag of cloth, which didn't weigh much at all, and now Mo Shi is even worse, he doesn't let himself carry anything, and he carries everything by himself.

Mo Shi pushed his hands and rejected Yang Lin. There is no reason for his wife to carry things. Besides, the things on his body are not heavy. , always worried about falling.

Yang Lin stomped his feet, annoyed that Mo Shi wouldn't let him do anything, his eyes couldn't stop rolling around, to see if he could think of a way to help Mo Shi.

His eyes just glanced at a woven goods store that was about to collect stalls. There were still a few large baskets that had not been sold. It was troublesome to see what Mo Shi was carrying. Yang Lin ran over and bought two for [-] Wen. return.

"Here, see if you can fit it. I asked him to add two straw ropes on the side, so that you can save some effort when you carry it on your back." Yang Lin came back with the big basket he had made and handed it to Mo Shi. In front of him, he said out of breath.

He was afraid that the person would close the stall quickly, so he rushed out without saying hello to Mo Shi, and hurried back after buying.

Mo Shi was still adjusting the loads on his shoulders, but seeing Yang Lin running away in a hurry and returning with two baskets in a hurry, he was very happy.

It's different to have a husband. It feels good to have someone who stops caring all the time.

Mo Shi didn't go to pick up the baskets first, but took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the sweat off Yang Lin's forehead, and then put the things on his shoulders into the baskets neatly.

The author has something to say:

Qingqing and Yinyin are CP, you have seen this, did you run around in the middle of the night and I installed surveillance in my mind.