Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

The sun sets over the west mountain, and it’s evening again.

The lobby on the first floor of the inn was bustling with people. Many guests gathered together after dinner, sitting in twos and threes to play chess. From time to time, there was a banging sound, as if the knocking sound was loud enough to win. .

Men and women in Los Angeles, old and young, seem to love chess very much. Stalls can be seen everywhere on the streets, and some people hang up signs and open gambling games.

Li Haitang looked upstairs for a while, then twisted his waist and prepared to go downstairs to go to the jewelry street with his savage husband.

There was a shop selling roasted chicken drumsticks next to the inn. Wufu hadn't eaten enough at night and was making extra meals for herself. She was carrying the drumsticks and smelled a strong scent of osmanthus in the corridor. When she found the source, she discovered that it was the owner's house.

A man from the host's house, wearing osmanthus scented lotion? Wufu felt horrified for a moment, as if she had discovered a big secret. She hid in a corner and waited until the two left before she poked her head out.

"Wufu, what are you doing hiding here?"

Grandma Yu bought some needle thread. It was a hot day and wearing cotton underwear absorbs sweat but makes it look thick. So she specially looked for breathable silk and wanted to make some bellybands for her wife.

"Mama Yu!"

Wufu blinked and hesitated whether to tell her speculation. If the master's family found out, she would probably be silenced.

The lady is kind, but the master's face is always gloomy. She is afraid!

"It's already this time. Are you eating chicken drumsticks? Don't you think they're greasy?"

Aunt Yu shook her head helplessly. Everyone around Wufu was good, but she could not change the fact that she could eat. I was afraid that all the money from her monthly salary would be spent on food.

Fortunately, Madam gives me some pocket money from time to time, otherwise, I really can't support myself as a maid.

"Mommy, do you smell anything?"

Wufu sniffed, and the host and his wife went out for a walk, but the smell at the door had not dissipated. The rich scent of osmanthus made people dizzy.

Wufu never wears perfume because she would sneeze uncontrollably if she smells it. She rarely wears flowers in her hair, only a wooden hairpin. Aunt Yu always says that she lives like a rough man.

"Scent of osmanthus."

Grandma Yu didn't pay attention, pushed the door into the house, and lit the oil lamp. Seeing that Wufu was still in a daze, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Aunt Yu, let me tell you..."

Wufu whispered to Grandma Yu. She did not tell anyone else, but only told Grandma Yu.

The host is a man, how can he wear perfume? I didn’t know there was such a hobby! She seems to have discovered something amazing!

Wufu immediately began to think about it. Madam mentioned before that some men are naturally fond of women's things, and they will wear women's clothes in private behind others' backs. Moreover, the contrast is huge. He is obviously a tall and thick man...

In her mind, the master was wearing a fiery red dress. Wufu didn't dare to think about it, and it instantly felt too irritating to her eyes.

"That's it!"

Aunt Yu was someone who had been here before, so she immediately understood. She smiled and said, "It might be Madam."

"The madam is wearing scented lotion, why does the master also have it?"

Wufu asked without thinking, and then understood a little bit, his cheeks were burning, oh, how embarrassing!

"It's no wonder that the master loves his wife so much. After she gave birth, her body became more and more plump. There was no fat at all where she should have been thinner. Her waist is still so thin."

Aunt Yu clicked her tongue twice, and when she saw Wufu still biting the chicken leg carelessly, she couldn't help but rub the center of her eyebrows. How come this girl has no sense at all? I just know how to eat, so what can I say to others in the future?

Li Haitang didn't know anything about the gossip about Wufu and Mammy Yu, but she carefully discovered that wherever he went, he frequently attracted people to watch.

The other party looked at the two of them strangely, leaving a thoughtful expression, and then turned away.

"Husband, is there something dirty on my face?"

Li Haitang touched his face and asked Xiao Lingchuan, otherwise, if two people can see each other normally, why are the people passing by looking at him?

"No."

Xiao Lingchuan understood, and his back twitched, secretly saying that he had made a mistake. At that time, he bought Osmanthus fragrant dew because his wife liked the smell, so he didn't think too much about it.

Who knew that the fragrance was so strong.

For a long time, Xiao Lingchuan didn't know he could enjoy it so much as his wife's softness massaged him, and he almost went crazy.

In the end, before the massage was over, he lost control and turned into a wolf, pressing his wife under him.

The lady massaged his body with fragrant lotion, and the smell remained and lasted for a long time.

The store clerk really didn't lie to me. The scent is long-lasting, but it's a bit too long-lasting!

Xiao Lingchuan would not say this because he was afraid that his wife would be shy if she found out and confiscate his future benefits.

"Madam, not far ahead is the Jewelry Street."

After Xiao Lingchuan's words, Li Haitang changed his focus and began to think about the jewelry street again. He could figure out an industrial chain by selling stolen goods. The wisdom of ancient people should not be underestimated.

In the jewelry street, there are ordinary jewelry and rare treasures, and there is only one piece of each kind of jewelry. Under normal circumstances, there are few duplicates.

People who come here are not only buyers, but also sellers and second-hand dealers.

Outside the jewelry street, there are many stalls with displays, usually filled with worthless items.

Li Haitang was attracted by a small bronze mirror. Xiao Lingchuan saw that the stalls were all for women, so he stood aside and waited patiently.

The sweet-scented osmanthus flower dew was a failure this time, so he wanted to eat it with a lighter flavor to avoid embarrassment. When he returned to the inn, he would rinse it with water.

How about changing to a different kind of flower dew and letting the lady do it again? Just enough to wash away the smell of osmanthus.

"Brother, I have something good, do you want to buy it?"

Xiao Lingchuan was deep in thought when he was interrupted by a thin man with sinister features and sly eyes in front of him, who smiled with a wretched look on his face.

Xiao Lingchuan raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

The little thin man thought that the other party was interested, so he took out a bellyband from his arms. It was white, with large red peonies embroidered on the front. Because the embroidery was good, it didn't look gaudy.

"This is good stuff, and the ingredients are something we don't even have here!"

The little thin man grinned, heyed, and winked. He has been hanging out on this street for a long time. Many people like women's clothes and buy them to sleep with their arms around. Some even rub certain parts with their bellybands. It is said that they feel very good.

The little skinny guy just arrived. He searched the crowd and went straight to Xiaolingchuan. He thought that he could almost sell it by fooling him.

"Brother, this is not an ordinary bellyband. It was used by a favored concubine in the Kyoto Minister's House. The scent is extraordinary!" Some of them went to rich families to buy women's clothes. You can also get some obscene pants and sell them for a good price. This is almost a cost-free business, but it’s still much less money than collecting jewelry!