The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

Chu Xiao came out with the clothes and called Yan Zhenshen into the room. Yan Zhenshen was taller than the average man, so the cloth he used to make clothes needed two feet more than others.

In the past, when the family was in financial difficulty, even if we bought cloth to make clothes, we would let other people in the family make them first. As for his clothes, he would just patch them up and wear them as long as they were wearable.

This year, however, I have almost never stopped having new clothes.

After Yan Zhenshen put on his clothes, he stretched his arms and legs and was about to throw a set of punches. After all, whatever movements he made were usually big. If he didn't try them out in advance, he was afraid that one day he would make a big movement and the line would break, which would be embarrassing.

"Sure, no need to alter it." Yan Zhenshen said as he took Chu Xiao's dress and helped his husband undress and try it on, pulling here and there, "Husband, you look really good."

Chu Xiao chuckled: "You learned this from your second brother."

He had seen Yan Zhennan muttering to himself more than once while the two of them were chopping wood. Although Yan Zhenshen ignored him, he must have learned a lot from him.

Yan Zhenshen coughed lightly, neither saying yes nor no, but reaching out to touch Chu Xiao's face, and even lowered his head to kiss her a few times: "I'm speaking from the heart. In my eyes, my husband is the most handsome."

Well, he definitely learned this from Yan Zhennan. After all, he really heard Yan Zhennan say this.

Besides, his brother Shen is a man who can show with actions that he will never talk, and he doesn't know what Yan Zhennan has been nagging him about these days.

But Chu Xiao still enjoyed it very much, and stood on tiptoe to kiss Yan Zhenshen before speaking: "Mother said she wanted to make clothes for Qiao Qingyun, it seems that she has accepted it."

Yan Zhenshen hummed and said nothing.

Chu Xiao did not make it difficult for him. He knew that accepting it was one thing, but it was also a helpless choice. It was impossible to wish them a happy blessing. The most he could do was to pretend not to see it and not think about it.

"Take it off. Mom said you can only wear it during the Chinese New Year." Chu Xiao did not mention it again, but changed the subject: "We are going to the county town to attend the market tomorrow. It will be convenient if we have a bullock cart at home. Why not let Dad go with us? He is always staying at home and he is bored."

As if he had thought of something, he patted Yan Zhenshen hard and said, "How could I forget about the wheelchair? There is a carpenter at home who would be wasted if he didn't use it. I'll go talk to my second brother and see if he can make it."

Yan Zhenshen was slapped unexpectedly and thought his husband was unhappy with him for showing such a bad face. He was relieved when he heard that it was not the case.

"Wheelchair?" Yan Zhenshen didn't quite understand.

"You'll know when you try it." Chu Xiao didn't explain too much to him. He changed his clothes and went out to find Yan Zhennan.

Yan Zhennan was also confused by what Chu Xiao said. After all, a lot of what Chu Xiao said involved modern technology.

"Is it like installing two wooden wheels under the chair so you can push it?" Yan Zhennan asked.

"Can't you just let it move by itself? Instead of installing a mechanism or something." Chu Xiao felt that given his father's dislike of bothering others, he would definitely not go out if he was pushed by someone.

Yan Zhennan doesn't know anything about mechanisms. He is just a carpenter. He can make furniture, but he can't think of anything too complicated.

"Wait a moment." Chu Xiao ran back to the room and searched in the space. He remembered that he had read a book before that seemed to talk about the production of that kind of slot blades.

He can't do these hands-on things, but he can help with the research.

He drew a rough sketch based on what he saw and thought, handed it to Yan Zhennan and said, "This is roughly it, you study it."

Chu Xiao's painting is quite detailed, but the drawing skills are quite poor. It's not square or round, and there are doodles in many places.

"Is this round?" Yan Zhennan asked uncertainly.

"Yes, this is a card wheel, the small one is connected to the big one, and then you shake the rotating handle here, and the wheelchair can move."

Yan Zhennan nodded. He probably knew what it meant and smiled: "Brother, you are really talented."

Chu Xiao raised his head and snorted: "Don't say useless things. You should hurry up and study it and make it as soon as possible. I hope my parents will be happy and agree to your plan."

Yan Zhennan nodded repeatedly, carefully turning over the sketch, and later simply took a piece of scratch paper and drew a new one.

Well, it looks much more comfortable this time.

The closer it gets to the end of the year, the more lively the county town becomes. The whole family coaxed and persuaded Yan Zhengdao to go out. This was the first time that the whole family went to the county town to attend the market together.

Yan Zhenshen opened the doors to the front and back yards and let the hounds guard the house. After all, his house was too remote, and no one would know if a thief came and emptied the house.

But with the hound in the yard, I don’t think anyone would be that brave.

Yan Zhenshen harnessed the ox cart. Since he would have to carry a lot of things when he returned, he did not use the one with a cart shed, but instead used a cart pulled by the ox.

The snow was thick in winter, so the ox cart couldn't be driven too fast. However, his cows were well taken care of recently and were very strong, so they pulled several people without any effort.

But Zhao Guizhi felt sorry for the cows, so she chased Yan Zhennan and Yan Zhenbei out of the car and asked the brothers to walk slowly behind. To put it bluntly, she still disliked the second brother and wanted to affect Xiaobei as well.

Yan Sanmei laughed twice and jumped down too. Although the sun was quite bright today, the howling north wind made people feel cold all over. It was really uncomfortable to just sit there. It would be better for her to go down and take a walk so that she could still warm up a little.

However, Yan Zhengdao and Zhao Guizhi were both wearing fox fur coats at this time to block the cold wind.

When winter was approaching, Yan Zhenshen knitted a few pieces of leather, which were originally only enough to make one coat. Later, Chu Xiao bought a few more pieces of leather at the fur shop and made two. Now the two elders each have one, which is just right.

This was the first time Zhao Guizhi wore it after it was made. She touched it with a smile and said, "This leather is different. It's light and warm."

The ox cart was moving neither fast nor slow. On the way, it met other people going to the county town, and most of them exchanged a few words with Zhao Guizhi.

Especially when they saw Yan Zhengdao smiling on the ox cart, they would look at him a few more times.

"Yan Laosi, I haven't seen you in many years. Are your legs and feet feeling better?" asked a man older than Yan Zhengdao.

"It's still the same." Yan Zhengdao said with a smile.

The man glanced at his legs which were covered with a small blanket and said, "Your family is doing better now, so don't stay at home all the time. Go out and walk around the village. We haven't had a drink for many years."

Yan Zheng said: "Well, I will definitely go and have a drink with you when I have time."

"That's right." Seeing him respond, the man felt that what he said was reasonable and weighty, and he walked with more energy: "I won't delay you. Your car is faster, so go ahead."

The ox cart sped up a bit, and after passing this section, Yan Zhenshen let the cart slowly move forward again.

When the villagers were no longer in sight, Zhao Guizhi said, "We haven't seen each other for eight years, but he still has the nerve to invite us for a drink."

Yan Zhengdao smiled and patted Zhao Guizhi's hand: "Don't be angry, it's just a response. Just ignore it in the future."