The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

It was already autumn, but the so-called autumn heat came. People under the sun were extremely uncomfortable. Chu Xiao was too lazy to chat with Yan Zhenshen anymore and quickly hid under the shade of a tree.

Now that his family has moved into the village, all the work has to be done by the young couple.

Not to mention other things, they are busy feeding the chickens and pigs and cleaning the pigsty and cowshed every day. Fortunately, they no longer have to cut the grass. Every day, Sanmei and Xiaobei will take the village children to cut grass.

But when sending it over, Yan Zhennan needs to accompany him, otherwise who knows if the bandits will suddenly appear from any corner, and a group of children will not be able to resist.

In fact, even if an adult was watching, it would be useless if the bandits suddenly rushed out, but having an adult man by your side would give you some comfort.

After the epidemic was over, the family started to dry hay. Seeing that the open space in front of the house was almost full, Chu Xiao wanted to store some fresh hay to improve the food for the two cows in winter.

He took a look at his own space. After more than half a year, he had made some space in his space, but as the autumn harvest was approaching, he still planned to store more food, and he would have to get some ice to preserve it in the winter.

With this calculation, it seems that there is no place left.

Chu Xiao sighed. He had to admit that if he didn't put anything in this space, it looked quite large at first glance. But once he wanted to store this and keep that, it seemed a little insufficient.

It has been said since ancient times that a poor family is worth a fortune. Chu Xiao now understands this truth. It seems that there is nothing valuable in his space, but if he sells them all, they will definitely be worth a lot of money.

Yan Zhenshen saw his husband staring at the ground in a daze. He walked over to him and just as he put his arms around Chu Xiao's waist, he was ruthlessly pushed away.

"You're like a furnace, don't get too close to me."

Yan Zhenshen really hated the autumn heat. The weather had cooled down in the past few days and his husband no longer objected to his approach. But when the autumn heat came, he was ignored by his husband again.

"I'm not hot." Yan Zhenshen looked around and confirmed that no one was around before he said nonsense in a serious tone, "If you don't believe me, touch it. Your skin is cool."

Chu Xiao naturally knew that his skin felt cold, but this did not affect the continuous heat radiated by his brother Shen, a huge heat source.

"Brother Shen, you cook at noon." Chu Xiao would not really refuse Yan Zhenshen from getting close to him. No matter how hot it could be, it would not be more uncomfortable than cooking over a fire.

Yan Zhenshen really liked the way her husband leaned on his chest and acted coquettishly, and he agreed almost without hesitation.

"Okay, what would you like to eat, husband?"

There are many things Chu Xiao wants to eat, but he knows his brother Shen's cooking skills very well, so they can only make those few things.

It would be bad enough that they only know a few dishes, but six or seven times out of ten, the dishes they serve are failures.

If it wasn't really hot today, Chu Xiao really didn't want his brother Shen to enter the kitchen.

"Anything is fine. Just make something simple, like mung bean porridge and scrambled eggs."

This thing is so simple to make. Yan Zhenshen hugged the man with a satisfied look on his face: "Okay, fried leeks and eggs."

Chu Xiao looked up suddenly. Why was there any need to eat leeks? The weather was already hot. What if he got a sore throat after eating them?

Yan Zhenshen hooked Chu Xiao's finger and said, "Why worry about getting angry? I still have you."

Chu Xiao finally understood. This guy wanted to make trouble for him since he had neglected his brother Shen in the past few days.

It's not a bad idea to make some changes, but it seems the venue should be changed.

Chu Xiao glanced towards the river. Now that the epidemic was over, he thought there should be no problem going into the water.

But as soon as he made this suggestion, Yan Zhenshen directly rejected it, "In fact, the Yan family's bathtub is quite large. I will boil more water at night."

Chu Xiao: “…” Can the feeling be the same in broad daylight and in the bathroom?

The village patrol team would pass by Yan's house almost every half hour.

Yan Zhenshen had just spoken a few words to her husband when she saw a group of people walking towards them, so she could only let go of his hand in disappointment.

Chu Xiao got down to the ground and let go, and quickly fanned himself. This fan was obtained from the personal guards of the Beishan mansion.

Is it Lei Er or Lei Wu?

Regarding the guards who wore the same clothes most of the time, Chu Xiao said that he was indeed a little face-blind. Although they all looked quite different, in his eyes, they were dozens of brothers.

However, he could distinguish two of them at a glance, Lei Yi and Lei Twelve. The main one wanted to pay them a great salute, which was really memorable.

As for the other Lei Twelve, he would sneak over and grab a handful of melon seeds when he had nothing to do. However, after a few days, half a bag of melon seeds was gone.

Chu Xiao wanted to ask Lei Twelve if he knew anything, but it would be hard not to notice when plucking the wool of a sheep.

"Boss Yan, Brother Xiao, let's go to your backyard and drink some water."

As noon was approaching, the patrol team felt very thirsty after walking around.

"Okay, we also need to go back to the new house."

Although the dogs at the old house have been let out, there probably won't be any thieves coming to steal things in the village as the doors are not locked.

After all, there are four patrol teams in the village that cross and circle the village. If someone really steals something, even if they avoid one, they are likely to run into another.

On the way back to the new house, the oldest uncle in the patrol team said, "We should send people to patrol every household in our village, but Mr. Zhang hasn't come for many days. Today, the village chief went to his house to check on him. Guess what happened?"

Yan Zhenshen was convinced. He didn't know why the villagers liked to ask this kind of questions when they talked.

He didn't want to guess at all. Besides, if he could guess right at once, wouldn't he be more powerful than the fortune-teller in the east of the village?

There was no need for Yan Zhenshen to respond, as the uncle continued, "He actually said that he was weak. If patrolling requires someone from every household, then take his wife away."

The men in the village actually like to gossip a lot. Once someone started talking, the other three also started talking at the same time.

"If you ask me, the scholar might have some serious illness. The village is under lockdown and he can't go to the county town for medical treatment. He is so weak and I don't know how long he can live."

Another one quickly chimed in: "It is said that good people don't live long, while evil people live for thousands of years. With Zhang Yiju's behavior, I'm afraid even God doesn't want to take him away."

"Is this true?" Chu Xiao was a little bit unbelievable. If this person really had some disease, he could only wait to die.

"Of course it's true." A man who had followed the village chief to Zhang Yiju's place twice quickly echoed.

"We all saw it with our own eyes. Mr. Zhang walked as if he was stepping on cotton. He swayed so much that it always seemed like he could fall at any time."

Chu Xiao raised his eyebrows. This should be considered as what he deserves. People with bad consciences will always get retribution.