Reborn Little Husband Farming

Lijia Village, surrounded by mountains, has only one commercial road leading to the ferry. There are more than 20 households in the village. Except for Mo Fang’s house, which is far away in a relatively open area, the houses of the others are not far from each other by mountains and rivers. .

The village head is a middle-aged man with a stooped back, and he is cheerful towards everyone.

Mo Li took Luo Wangshu for half a mile before arriving at the village chief's house. Because his face was red and swollen two days ago, he delayed the registration of household registration.

Registering a household registration here is not as cumbersome as it is in modern times, as long as the household with a household registration agrees, it can be registered. After all, taxes are paid on a per capita basis.The process is very simple, just write a letter and stamp it with the village chief, and then report it when the people above come to collect taxes next time.

"Uncle Li, let's get registered." Mo Li smiled foolishly, softening the hostility on his body, looking quite cute.

Luo Wangshu struggled for his hand, but did not break away.Li Li looked at him suspiciously, "What?"

"Can you let go when someone comes?" He didn't understand why this person liked to hold his hand so much, isn't it hot on a hot day?

Mo Li replied to him very confidently: "You are my wife, don't let go."

"Isn't it hot to hold you like this?" Luo Wangshu didn't like this kind of heat very much.

Mo Li tilted his head, "Daughter-in-law, are you hot? I'll fan you." As he spoke, he folded a large leaf from the side to please Luo Wangshu.

The poor Canna was devastated a bit, and she couldn't bear to look straight at her staggered appearance.

"Stinky boy! You broke my flowers again!" A middle-aged man came out of the house laughing and cursing. Although his words were reproaches, his tone was kind. It's no wonder they were always broken—a complaint from Luo Wangshu.

Mo Li subconsciously hid the leaves behind his back, lowered his head and did not speak.

Li Dakang smiled when he saw this, "Forget it, remember to bring some pickles next time you come here, you are the best kid in the whole village, and I don't know how you practiced it."

Li Li grinned, and agreed with all his mouth: "Good."

After Li Dakang noticed Luo Wangshu next to him, the smile on his face faded, "What are you doing here?"

"Father asked me to bring my daughter-in-law to register." Mo Li said honestly.

Li Dakang did not agree as before, but was silent for a while, and said, "Do you know that two people have to pay taxes for exiles to enter the household?"

Luo Wangshu's heart tightened when he heard this, and from the corner of his eyes, he noticed the expression on Li Li's face.

"I know, I have great strength, so I just need to carry a few more sacks in my free time." Mo Li was still stupid, but he tightened his grip on Luo Wangshu, revealing his nervousness.

Li Dakang sighed, and entered the room with his hands behind his back, "Come in."

Mo Li happily dragged someone into the house. Under the big tree in the yard, a man in a gray gown with a sick face was lying on the armchair with a book, as if he had fallen asleep.

Several people entered the hall, Li Dakang took out a thick book, opened it from the back, and turned to the page of Mo Fang, "What is your wife's name?"

Mo Li scratched his head, as if he didn't remember, it was Luo Wangshu who said it himself in the end.

Li Dakang thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure out how to write that word, Luo Wangshu had to write it by himself, but the word was horrible, please forgive him, a person who has used a hard pen for many years and can't control the soft pen.

"Can write? That's good." Li Dakang smiled and put away the household registration booklet.

Luo Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief, now he's not a criminal, is he?

Before leaving, Li Dakang did not forget to remind Li Li, "Tomorrow I will go to the town to buy two sets of clothes for your daughter-in-law. How decent is it to wear your clothes every day? Remember to buy a box of cinnabar, put a little on your daughter-in-law's eyebrows every day, and wrap it with a hair tie. Tie up your hair and go to each household to string it up."

Li Li carefully wrote it down, "I understand." When he was leaving, he remembered another thing, took off his waist pocket and said to Li Dakang: "Uncle Li, my father said that it would be good for Kang Le to eat one a day. "

Li Dakang took the bag hesitantly, his smile faded away, and he said to Li Li with a serious tone: "Tell you father, don't send medicine, it won't get better after taking it for so long, the medicine is precious, so don't use it."

Mo Li glanced at the sleeping person under the tree, and said firmly to Li Dakang: "Kangle will be fine, I'll go back first, and bring pickles to uncle tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he took Luo Wangshu and ran away, and the big green leaves stuck behind him flicked and flicked along with his movements. Li Dakang's dull mood was much relieved, and he muttered: "Stinky boy!"

After returning home, Mo Li had to go to the field to cut the last wave of rice, while Luo Wangshu guarded the harvested rice in the yard to prevent birds from eating it.

Mo Fang was picking herbs, and Luo Wangshu wanted to help, but was called back by Mo Fang saying "you don't know what all kinds of herbs look like". Wang Shu didn't notice the difference between them after looking at them for a long time, and in the end he stopped meddling in the matter of herbal medicine.

Before the herbs were dry, they were quite recognizable, but after they were dried, Luo Wangshu saw them all as the same.

The bored Luo Wangshu had no choice but to weave all kinds of braids with tough grass, not to mention, they were very beautiful.

If Luo Wangshu had known in advance that he would time travel, he would definitely have made up his mind on how to grow crops, and then on his cooking skills, and now he would not be left in the house like a cripple to watch the rice.

Um?Ask about his occupation?Cough, the owner and employee of the hair salon.

The day before yesterday Luo Wangshu felt that his hair was too long and hot, so he wanted to sharpen his sickle and cut it off a bit, but Mo Fangti slipped aside and trained him for a long time, and Li Li, the main force of sharpening the knife, was also affected.

From then on, Luo Wangshu knew what is called "parents who receive the body, hair and skin", and also knew that "the head can be cut off and the blood can flow, but the hair cannot be cut".

Luo Wangshu had no choice but to use a headband to tie up her waist-length hair. The feeling of wearing long hair every day is really hot.

The temperature of the sun is very strong. At the end of the day, the rice will be dry. At night, Luo Wangshu will follow Li Li to help. His clumsy and serious appearance makes people unbearable to criticize, but it is really unsightly.

When Mo Fang heard Luo Wangshu ask: "Where do you put the bag?", he walked away silently. If he stayed any longer, he might not be able to resist going up and scolding him.

Li Li answered Luo Wangshu's question patiently, even if the question was idiotic, he didn't say a word.

Luo Wangshu happily helped carry the bag. In fact, without his burden, Mo Li could finish it quickly by himself.

After threshing the rice, Qiu Huo had passed, and it was still some time before dark, Luo Wangshu asked Mo Li with sparkling eyes: "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Li Li shook his head, "It's all done, cook some steamed buns later, and you can eat them."

Luo Wangshu suddenly became wilted, and he couldn't help but spurn himself every day.

Sensing that his wife was unhappy, Mo Li pulled his hand and said, "Daughter-in-law, let's go to the field to pick some bitter cold vegetables? The soup is delicious."

"What's the taste?" Luo Wangshu panicked when he heard that it was delicious. For the past few days, he ate steamed buns and pickles every day, and white rice porridge if it was good, but he didn't have any other vegetables. He was almost tired of eating.

"The food tastes bitter, but it tastes sweet after eating. The soup is delicious and can reduce the fire." Mo Li racked his brains to talk to Luo Wangshu, but unfortunately, his mind lacked words.

"Is there such a vegetable?" Bitter vegetable, he has only eaten bitter gourd, is it still sweet after eating it?Have it?Luo Wangshu looked at Li Qi with suspicion.

Li Li said very positively: "Yes, I will take you to pick them. There are many on the side of the road, but no one else likes to eat them."

Food that no one else likes to eat... can it be delicious?Before Luo Wangshu could figure it out, he was taken away by Mo Li, carrying a small back basket, and Mo Fang looked at the backs of the two of them, remembering the smell of wild vegetables... suddenly felt a toothache.

Those who were slower were still harvesting rice in the fields, sweating profusely from exhaustion, while Li Li and his daughter-in-law were leisurely looking for wild vegetables.

"Hey! Fool, come and help cut the rice!" A woman in sweatshirt shouted at Li Li, as if she was used to instructing her.

Uncharacteristically, Mo Li didn't go there, but shouted to the woman: "Ms. Li, cut it slowly, my wife and I are looking for bitter cold vegetables."

The woman smiled and said nothing, and continued with the movements in her hands.

Luo Wangshu didn't understand this kind of folk customs, and obviously felt that his tone was bad, but no one cared, not even those insulting names.

Is it like this in the countryside?Luo Wangshu felt that it would take some time for him to integrate into this place, and he still felt awkward talking and laughing with others calmly, and what happened when he came here just now created a psychological shadow on him.

"Daughter-in-law, look, this is a bitter cold dish." Mo Li pulled the man to squat down, pointing to a plant and said.

Luo Wangsu sized it up, it looked like chili leaves... huh?If you look closely, it doesn't look like much.Hey, it doesn't matter, as long as you can eat it.With that in mind, I reached out and pulled the plants up by the roots...

"Daughter-in-law, this one can't be pulled out!" Mo Li's voice couldn't help but raise a little, and he quickly rescued the delicate plant from Luo Wangshu's clutches, and planted it back into the soil with distress.

Luo Wangshu looked at him discouraged, "How can I eat without pulling?"

Li Li patiently said to him: "Pick the leaves, the tenderest branch on the top of the head, leave the root, and you can pick it again in a few days."

"Then you didn't say it earlier, how would I know?" Luo Wangshu gave him a white look.

Mo Li wasn't angry either, and smiled cheerfully, "My fault is my fault, my wife is not angry."

Luo Wangshu pursed his lips, he really had nothing to do with such a person who couldn't fight back.

"Hurry up and pick some and go back to cook, good wife." Mo Li said while folding, his movements were familiar, he seemed to be frizzy, but he was careful not to kill the plants.This kind of Mo Li doesn't seem to be very stupid...

Luo Wangshu glanced over, and there were wild vegetables like this on the edge of the field, green and swaying with the evening wind.

Knowing how to do it, Luo Wangshu learned slowly, the movements were very slow, almost half of the small backpack was the result of Li Li.

"Aren't we using it to cook soup? What are you picking so much for?"

Li Li smiled at him, "More is better."

Luo Wangshu glanced at him suspiciously, and on the way back, Li Li distributed some of the wild vegetables to those who love to eat this kind of vegetables.

"Huh? Isn't this the way to go home?" Luo Wangshu pulled the person who led the way in front, did he go wrong?

Li Li took his hand and said slowly, "Brother Hu is alone with Miao Miao, let's take the order and get to know each other along the way."

"Oh." Luo Wangshu followed obediently, and the orange-red sunset shone on the man, he thought, it would be good to just go on like this...