The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Ji Yinghuai unloaded the carriage and moved it to the corner. Then he picked up the backpack and sickle and said to Jiang Shian who was busy in the kitchen, "It's still early. I'll take Heifeng out for a stroll and cut some grass."

"Okay." Jiang Shian responded and walked to the door. "Then come back early. We'll have dumplings stuffed with eggs and chives tonight."

Ji Yinghuai responded and went out with Heifeng.

The dough was almost risen. Jiang Shian took it out of the basin and kneaded it into dough. He then rolled it into long strips and cut it into small pieces.

He was very confused at the moment. Ji Yinghuai was a man he couldn't understand. When he was riding a horse and training it, he looked like a young general. When he was sitting at the desk writing and drawing, he looked like a learned nobleman. But now he was walking out with a bamboo basket on his back and a sickle in his hand, but it didn't seem strange at all.

It's really strange and contradictory.

At first, he didn't care for fear of getting into trouble, but later, as long as he didn't cause him trouble, he was fine. He gradually became curious occasionally. Now, he is very curious about the man's identity.

Jiang Shian hesitated whether to ask a question or two. After all, he and Ji Yinghuai were good brothers now, so wasn't it normal for them to care about each other?

He was definitely not satisfying his curiosity.

The villagers seldom saw the other man living in the Jiang family's house, and they usually dealt with Jiang Shi'an. Therefore, when they saw this man who had not been seen for a long time, leading a horse and carrying a bamboo basket, many people stopped and took a curious look.

The aunts who had seen him coughing before looked him up and down with suspicion, wondering why he seemed to be better again.

It was the time when everyone was ready to go home for dinner after work. There were many people on the road, and some boys and girls even blushed.

When her parents called her, she hurried to follow them, feeling a little annoyed. They had to avoid suspicion because of their different status, so how could she stare at a man all the time? If someone saw her, they would say that her parents didn't teach her well and had no manners.

Ji Yinghuai ignored all the gazes from the people around him. He was not like Jiang Shian, who would greet everyone he saw with a smile. They were all strangers. Not to mention that because of his previous status, others would only greet him with servile greetings. Even now, he was too lazy to pay attention to these.

He didn't want to pay attention to it, but sometimes trouble would find him.

As he was walking, suddenly someone walked straight towards him. It looked like a young man, with a red mark between his eyebrows. He was not as good-looking as the boy at home, and he was not as tall as the boy. Well, he was not as pleasing to the eye as the boy.

"Last time I heard Jiang Shian call you Ji Er. I am Song Shu, the youngest brother of the Song family in the village. Can I call you Brother Ji Er?"

Ji Yinghuai frowned. It was one thing that the young man was not shy with him, but this guy came up and asked if he could call him Second Brother Ji. How could someone who was not familiar with him use such an intimate name?

Besides, this name was given to him by Jiang Shian. He felt a little uncomfortable when someone else said it suddenly, so he said in a cold voice, "No, I'm a man and you're a brother, we should avoid suspicion."

When Song Shu saw Ji Yinghuai looking at her, her cheeks flushed. When she first saw him, she thought he was really tall and handsome, and could be said to be the best-looking man in the village.

His mother had said before that he would not live long because of his illness, but now looking back, that is not the case.

Thinking about this, his mind became active. He heard from the villagers that Jiang Shian was a relative in the county town, and that he would have to leave after sending Jiang Shian here for a while.

He is from the county town. If he could go with him, he would definitely be rich and powerful in the future.

Seeing the person in front of him looking at him infatuatedly, Ji Yinghuai's expressionless face turned a little colder. He didn't pay much attention to him, walked around him, and continued walking forward with Heifeng.

Who knew that the person behind him was such a shameless person and actually followed him again.

Not only did she walk side by side with him, but her face was full of affectation.

"Mr. Ji, I know Jiang Shian. Can I ask if you are married? Are you really related to him? He doesn't look like a good person..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Yinghuai had already stopped, his face even colder than before, "What does he have to do with you? What's my relationship with him has nothing to do with you. You are a young man, why don't you stay home to embroider and be filial to your parents? Why do you come here to stop me?"

Ji Yinghuai would only be less cold when he was with Jiang Shian. He remembered that when they first met, the other party was so scared that he sat on the ground, and he was afraid that the boy would be afraid of him again.

But when facing other people who are not very related, let alone a good face, the coldness emanating from his whole body seems to be able to freeze people to death. Coupled with the murderous aura bulging between his frowning brows, it is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

Song Shu's face turned pale, he was speechless, tears welled up in his eyes.

Ji Yinghuai pretended not to see anything, and continued walking forward with Heifeng. Last time he went into the mountains, he remembered that there was a lot of green grass nearby, and he could cut enough grass here and save the trouble of going into the mountains again.

The villagers who had been looking at Ji Yinghuai had not gone far, and when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but talk in a low voice.

Song Shu looked like an honest man, but his mother was hated in the village. She was always gossiping about other people's families.

Sometimes she would even try to sow discord among people on purpose. At first, some of the neighbors actually believed her and became embarrassed. But later, when everyone knew the true face of this old woman, no one wanted to pay attention to her, and even Song Shu, a young man, felt somewhat unwelcome.

One of the aunts who was gossiped about earlier took two steps forward and said, "Hey, Shu'er, you are a young man after all, you should avoid suspicion at least. If you get close to him like this and some rumors are spread, how can you find him in the future?"

"..."

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Before the water in the pot boiled, Jiang Shian brought the wooden box to the stove with a few pieces of wool in his hand.

He still knew the conversion of silver and money in this dynasty. One string of money was one hundred coins, which could be exchanged for one tael of small silver.

Once you have saved up ten taels of silver, you can exchange it for one tael of gold. Of course, you don't need to exchange it for gold here, you can directly exchange it for five taels, ten taels, or twenty taels of silver ingots.

The patterns on this copper plate are somewhat different from the Tang and Song copper plates he had seen in modern books.

He counted them while stringing them together with a rope.

He waits until the water in the pot boils and then puts the dumplings in to start working.

This is a full copper box. It is the result of his hard work for a month. He must count it carefully.

When Ji Yinghuai came back, he had already put on two hundred yuan of copper coins, and there was still more than half of the copper coins in the box.

His heart was filled with joy, his eyes and brows were full of smiles, and he called Ji Yinghuai outside to wash his hands and eat.

The dumplings were big and plump, and two bowls were filled with sour soup with salt, chili oil, and chopped green onions.

After filling two large bowls, the two sat at the table and ate while talking.