Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

The past between the original owner and Sun Xing had nothing to do with Li Haitang, but she was unwilling to take the blame. If she married a savage like this, would the other party not care at all?

A good girl never gets married again, Li Haitang just wants to find an honest man who can take care of her and live her life wholeheartedly.

"Sun Xing and I are not the kind of relationship that the villagers think."

Li Haitang took out a jade pendant from his bosom, and explained to Xiao Lingchuan, "My mother made a last wish before she was alive, she wanted me to take my little brother to the capital to find relatives. I am a girl, and I can't go alone, so I consulted with Sun Xing."

Sun Xing is an outsider in the village, and the only mother is Widow Sun, if the two of them can go out with her, they won't disturb the villagers, and there will be a caretaker on the way.

"He took my money and agreed wholeheartedly, but for some reason, he climbed up to the daughter of the shopkeeper of the rice shop..."

The highest level of lying is half truth and half falsehood. White lies are necessary. Moreover, it is the original owner who has a crush on Sun Xing, not herself.

Xiao Lingchuan once heard a conversation between her and Sun Xing, which coincided with what Li Haitang said.

For some reason, upon hearing her explanation, Xiao Lingchuan felt a little happy, but he didn't think about it too much. After the meal, he quickly cleaned up the dishes.

"I'll go down the mountain to pick up the golden hu, and buy some women's clothes by the way."

Xiao Lingchuan practiced martial arts all the year round, and sometimes he followed the darts. His complexion was dark, and his blushing could not be seen. He had never bought women's things, and he was very embarrassed.

"Then I will trouble Brother Xiao."

Li Haitang touched her nose in embarrassment. As for the matter of getting married, how could she speak? He can't be allowed to go down the mountain to prepare candles or something. She only wants to marry once in her life, and she really doesn't want to get married in such an unknown way.

"The surrounding area is more dangerous. You are at home, don't wander around. If you are hungry, there is food and cakes in the kitchen."

Xiao Lingchuan didn't eat snacks, he got up early and went down the mountain to buy all of them. He used to walk the darts, and the brothers he met with often brought dried fruits and candied fruit to the daughter-in-law at home, thinking that women like those snacks.

Li Haitang sent him to the door, saw his back disappeared into the depths of the trees, and then closed the courtyard door.

The Chinese cabbage in the backyard has matured, and she has a lot of work to do, such as cutting gourd strips and drying them in the sun, pickling sauerkraut, and eating stewed meat in winter.

Around noon, the rain stopped.

Li Haitang cleaned the inside and outside of the house, replaced the unthreaded sheets and bedding, and hung them up in the courtyard.

"I don't know if he picked up my little brother..."

The sun was in the west, and soon after the sun set, it was dark. Li Jinhu is cautious, so Li Haitang gave the location and explained a few words, believing that the younger brother can come back with him.

It's strange to say that right now, she is the most wanted criminal on the Qin family's bounty, and Li Haitang is not worried that the wild man will take this opportunity to arrest her younger brother, inform the Qin family, and exchange her for money.

"Knowing people, knowing the face but not knowing the heart, where do I have the confidence?"

Li Haitang didn't understand, so he didn't go into it any further. Anyway, he took a step at a time and saw that it was time for dinner. The younger brother was in town, so he might not be able to eat well, so he had to replenish his body.

On the eaves at the top of the stove, there are several woven bamboo baskets, which contain dried chickens, ducks, rabbits, and a few pieces of bacon.

Li Haitang picked half a pot of beans, cut a piece of bacon, put the bacon in the pot and sautéed it until fragrant, added beans and potatoes, and stewed a large pot of vegetables.

There was cornmeal on the porcelain altar in the corner, and she mixed a small amount of rough flour and pasted pancakes on the edge of the cauldron.

When the beans are out of the pan, the pancakes are browned, and the fragrance wafts far away.