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

Jiang Shian moved slowly and turned his back to Ji Yinghuai.

Ji Yinghuai looked away, turned around and didn't look at him again.

The room was so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was the rubbing of fabrics.

A soft voice came from behind: "Okay."

Ji Yinghuai clenched his fists and turned around. Jiang Shian had already wiped his body and was wrapped tightly with the quilt from his neck down.

"Please help me get another piece of underwear from the closet. I'll try to see if I can put it on." Jiang Shian said softly, pinching the corner of the quilt with his fingers.

"Okay." Ji Yinghuai responded, washed the cloth in the wooden basin and hung it aside, then walked to Jiang Shian's closet and began to look for clothes.

Although Jiang Shian's clothes were mostly loose, his arms were now almost as thick as his thighs, and the cuffs were so tight that he might not be able to wear them.

After looking around, Ji Yinghuai suggested, "Your clothes are a bit tight. How about I bring you some of mine to try on and see if you can wear them? Or I can go to town later and buy two more loose-fitting ones."

There are enough clothes at home, so there is no need to buy two loose-fitting clothes. Jiang Shian thought about it and agreed with the first suggestion.

Agreeing is one thing, but my heart is beating a little too fast.

In modern times, he and the third brother are of similar height and weight, and sometimes mix up each other's clothes. He is not a germaphobe, and as both are men, he never thinks it's a big deal.

But now that he had to wear Ji Yinghuai's clothes, his face inexplicably felt hot and his mind began to have all kinds of messy thoughts.

"I don't wear it often after I bought it, so I'll just borrow yours temporarily." Jiang Shian said pretending to be calm.

But the blush on his face revealed his shyness.

Inadvertently meeting Ji Yinghuai's burning gaze, he paused, his throat itching, and chased him out: "Go have breakfast first, bring the clothes later, and remember to bring me a book."

Ji Yinghuai's Adam's apple rolled and his eyes were frighteningly bright. He felt inexplicably excited whenever he thought of Jiang Shian having his scent on him, since it was something he wore close to his body.

I don't know how long the smell will last after wearing it.

Ji Yinghuai knew that Jiang Shian particularly hated taking medicine. If he didn't watch him finish drinking it, he would definitely find a way to pass out or refuse to drink it.

So he went to the study to get a book, and then went to his room to get a loose shirt.

The candies he bought from the capital were gone, so he asked the secret guards to buy more candies, estimating that they would arrive in the next two days.

I bought some sugar-pickled plums at the store yesterday. The plums were pickled with white sugar, so they tasted especially sweet. I originally bought them to appease my children, but this is just right.

Thinking that it would be difficult for Jiang Shian to drink the medicine, he went to pour him a bowl of warm water and a bowl of sweet water with sugar.

Jiang Shian was still confused, what was he doing going back and forth?

When he saw the last two bowls of food brought in, he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the dark thing on the table in front of him with a familiar smell was the medicine he drank last night.

He pinched his nose and fanned himself, then quickly backed away. He accidentally pulled the wound and let out a slight hiss in pain.

"Did you pull it again? Be careful and don't move. I'll pass it to you."

Jiang Shian rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Don't worry, I can drink it myself. This room smells like medicine. You can go out to eat. The scenery and air in the yard are good. You don't have to stay here with me."

How could Ji Yinghuai not know what he was planning, so he moved a stool and sat down at the table.

"I just poured out the medicine and let it cool down. It should be at the perfect temperature now. Drink it now. It will taste better when it's cold."

Seeing that Jiang Shian's lips were pouting so much that an oil bottle could be hung on them, he added, "I've brought you sweet water, warm water, and plums. Be good, drink the medicine and the swelling in your arm will go away. You'll be able to get out of bed in two days."

Jiang Shian glanced at him, then at the dark medicine on the table. He knew that Ji Yinghuai was doing this for his own good, and that he would get better soon after taking the medicine. The weather was hot, and he had to stay in bed covered with a quilt. He didn't know when he would get prickly heat, which would be even more painful.

After hesitating and struggling for a while, he finally compromised.

He took the medicine handed to him by Ji Yinghuai, closed his eyes, made up his mind, tilted his head back and gulped it down.

The bitter taste of the medicine passed through his throat and made him feel nauseous, and his face wrinkled.

Ji Yinghuai immediately handed over the water.

After diluting the taste of medicine in my mouth, I drank a bowl of sweet water and ate a few plums, and finally felt much better.

Looking at the man standing by the bed and staring at him, Jiang Shian felt a little embarrassed.

Every time he had to be coaxed by Ji Yinghuai like a child before he would drink the medicine. It was not like he had never been sick before and had no choice but to take medicine or get an IV drip when he really couldn't bear it. Now that someone was coaxing him through pain, he actually became pretentious.

After breakfast, Ji Yinghuai asked Jiang Shian to read in the room, and he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

There were shop assistants watching over the shop, so they didn't have to worry too much. They had originally planned to open another shop, but because Jiang Shian was injured, they could only postpone it for a few days.

Nowadays, all the soaps we make at home are ordered by traveling merchants. The orders range from five or six thousand boxes to tens of thousands.

This thing is a necessity of life and also a consumable. No one is selling it yet. Scarcity makes things valuable. Jiang Shian raised the price several times when selling it to merchants. He is not stupid. If this thing is sold by these merchants who are only interested in profit, one box may be sold for three or four hundred coins.

He still needs to find more ways and try to control first-hand resources himself.

The town sold it for a few days some time ago, but these past two days they said they were out of stock and were still working on it.

Many people would visit the shop every day, just to see if Jiang Shian would be there, so they could ask when the goods would be available.

The wealthy owners and powerful families sent people to inquire directly, and the servants in their mansions all found their homes.

Jiang Shian could only tell them that the goods were in short supply and that he would put them on the list first and deliver them to their homes as soon as they were made.

Jiang Shian was naturally happy with the steady flow of business.

Although the yard of this house is large, it is used to grow a lot of vegetables, and there is also a separate chicken coop.

He began to think about buying the vacant land behind the house and setting up a small workshop to make soap.

The vacant piece of land at the back was previously occupied by a family in the village, but their children all moved to other places and the old man passed away, so it has been vacant since then.

Jiang Shian talked to Ji Yinghuai about this, and Ji Yinghuai also agreed with his idea.