After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

Ling Chuan walked into the kitchen and saw the young man bending over to pick up pickled bamboo shoots, so he strode over to help.

So, the task of scrubbing and washing the pickled bamboo shoots was left to Ling Chuan, while Xia Mo went to prepare other ingredients and cut the meat slices.

The two of them prepared dinner together in tacit understanding.

There is no doubt that Xia Mo will still be the chef, and Ling Chuan will be the assistant.

Smelling the rich aroma of the food and looking at the flickering flames, Ling Chuan pushed the firewood into the stove, then looked up at the boy who was stir-frying with a spatula and said, "Ze'er, my injury has healed. Let's go into the city tomorrow."

Xia Mo stopped and looked at him: "Going into the city?"

"Yeah." Ling Chuan nodded.

In fact, he had always kept in mind that his young man wanted to do business, but because of him, the matter had been delayed again and again. Now that his injury had healed, it was time to start.

Xia Mo thought about it and thought it was feasible, so he said, "Then let's get up early tomorrow. It happens that we have almost eaten up the rice and flour at home, and we also have oil. Remember to buy some when you come back."

After hearing what he said, Ling Chuan remembered that there was indeed not much rice left in the rice jar. He couldn't help but have the urge to farm the fields.

It's not his fault. He was the only one who lived there before and he often went up the mountain, so it didn't matter to him whether his family grew crops or not. But in the future, he will have a younger brother and maybe a baby, so maybe... it would be better for him to grow some crops himself.

"Brother Ling, what are you thinking about?" Xia Mo asked when he saw that he was a little distracted.

Ling Chuan put away his thoughts and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Nothing, I just suddenly remembered that we still have three paddy fields, which were previously cultivated by others. Now the early rice has been harvested, and I am thinking whether I should take the fields back and plant them myself. After a while, I can plant the late rice."

"Farming? Of course you can. It allows you to be self-sufficient and have enough food and clothing. In this case, we can also take a look tomorrow to see if there are any better grain seeds." Xia Mo held the spatula, his eyes sparkling.

He paused, then continued, "So after we come back, should we start plowing the fields?"

Ling Chuan looked at the young man with an interested face, and suddenly felt that they were not talking about doing farm work, but going for an outing, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Plowing the fields is hard work and dirty, but it's fine for him to do it.

Unable to bear to ruin the boy's good mood, Ling Chuan said, "Well, I'll talk to the old man's family some other day."

Xia Mo nodded and said, "You have to tell him as soon as possible." Otherwise, he would not be unaware and it would be embarrassing if he soaked too many grain seeds.

So, there is one more thing on the list of things to buy when going to the city tomorrow: grain seeds.

the next morning.

Just as they had said the night before, the two got up early.

While Xia Mo was cooking breakfast, Ling Chuan went out. He went to Liu Qing to borrow an ox cart. So after finishing breakfast and preparing everything, the two of them took the ox cart to the city.

"Brother Ling, don't you think it would be too abrupt for us to go to Tianranju so early in the morning to ask if they want any recipes?" Xia Mo said as he sat cross-legged on the ox cart, looking at the city gate that was getting closer and closer.

"No, it's also business." Ling Chuan drove the ox cart without looking back.

Xia Mo smiled when he heard that, "That's right." Why was he hesitating? He was going to do business. Moreover, he had hundreds of recipes in his hand. As long as the recipes were good, he didn't believe that any restaurant would refuse him.

Thinking of this, Xia Mowei's heart instantly calmed down a lot.

The memory of his previous life was his best cheating weapon, he had to make good use of it. Even if the recipes were not attractive enough, there were still hot pot, skewers and barbecue, right? There were plenty of opportunities.

As long as you can make money, there's nothing wrong with trying a little more.

Xia Mo stroked his chin. The more he thought about it, the more promising the future became. He couldn't help but feel excited.

He looked up at the man's straight and broad back, his eyes flickered, and he said half-jokingly: "Brother Ling, when I make money, I will support you."

Ling Chuan's hand holding the whip paused for a moment, then turned back and smiled, "Okay."

"Hehe, then you just wait." Xia Mo smiled with his eyes curved.

Ling Chuan's smile deepened when he heard this. "Well, I'll wait."

No matter who raises whom, he is his little brother.

After saying this, Ling Chuan turned around and continued to drive the cattle. Xia Mo, as if he had gained some kind of power, smiled brightly and with a determined look on his face.

After entering the city, Xia Mo and Ling Chuan came to a place specifically for storing ox carts. It was not the place where Liu Yong stored them last time, but near the city gate.

After Ling Chuan paid the money, he turned his head and told Xia Mo: "Ze'er, wait here for a while, I'll go pull the ox cart in first."

"Well, Brother Ling, you go ahead." Xia Mo smiled and waved to him, indicating that he would wait for him to come out obediently.

Seeing this, Lingchuan turned around with satisfaction and led the ox cart in the direction the waiter pointed.

After he went in, Xia Mo stood there looking around. They came early, so many small vendors had just started setting up their stalls. Some selling breakfast had already started shouting.

They are all people who work hard for a living, Xia Mo sighed.

Just as Xia Mo was watching intently, a very chaotic "bang bang" sound suddenly came from the direction of the city gate. He couldn't help but turn around curiously. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but when he did, he was shocked.

Oh my god, there was a carriage without a driver rushing towards him!

The people near the city gate had already been frightened and moved away. Xia Mo also frowned and took a few steps back, thinking that if he was hit, it would be a big problem.

Tsk, whose carriage is this? There's no one driving it, and no one cares!

Xia Mo was too tired to complain, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a little girl who was trying to avoid the carriage accidentally fall down!

Seeing the mad horse about to run towards the little girl, the people around them immediately gasped, fearing that the little girl was in great danger...

Xia Mo looked at the child who was so scared that tears were streaming down his face and who was half-lying on the ground crying loudly. He couldn't help but feel touched, so he rushed out without thinking, wanting to pick up the child and hide away.

However, he overestimated himself and underestimated the speed of the horse. Just as he picked up the person, the fierce horse had already rushed in front of him and was about to hit him in the next moment. Xia Mo's whole body froze, and the only thing left in his mind was Ling Chuan's awe-inspiring face.

It’s over...Brother Chuan, I’m sorry!

Xia Mo closed his eyes and turned sideways with his back to the carriage, but he did not feel any pain. He only heard a "whoa!" and then the deafening neigh of the horse.

Is he... saved?

Xia Mo turned his head slowly and found a familiar figure on the horse's back. However, before he could open his mouth to thank the other party, he was stopped by Ling Chuan, who had just walked out and witnessed the horrified scene.