After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

Seeing that Ling Chuan had no objection, Xia Mo ran and got two low wooden stools and sat under the osmanthus tree.

Lingchuan put the hoe aside, took a hatchet and a bamboo basket from the side, then sat next to the boy and started peeling bamboo shoots.

The summer wind blew slowly, carrying some heat. The leaves above their heads made pleasant rustling sounds. The two of them just did their own things quietly.

After Ling Chuan peeled one, he finally couldn't help but turn his head slightly to look at the young man.

The young man was lowering his head with drooping eyebrows. From my angle, I could just see three-quarters of his profile, with the hair at his temples floating leisurely.

Ling Chuan pursed his lips and felt that the hair was like a small willow branch, gently stirring his heart.

Perhaps because he had been looking for too long, Xia Mo raised his head as if he sensed something.

Hmm? Why is he looking at me? Is there something dirty on his face? Xia Mo raised his hand and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

"It's not dirty... does it still hurt?" Ling Chuan looked at his forehead and said.

"Ah...it doesn't hurt anymore." Xia Mo found it a little funny. He was not a delicate girl from a noble family, so how could he be so fragile?

But then again, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know if there were any other fields to cultivate at home, so he asked again: "Oh, by the way, Brother Ling, do we only cultivate the field in front of the door? Are there any other fields? I am almost well now, so I can go to the fields now."

Ling Chuan shook his head. "There are fields, but they are not cultivated. I was alone before and spent most of my time in the mountains, so I just planted some vegetables in the land in front of the door." As he said that, he threw the peeled vegetable in his hand into the bamboo basket and took a new one to continue.

"Oh, that's right." Xia Mo expressed his understanding. It was true. He was alone and went to the mountains every few days. There was really no need to grow so many crops.

Now that this topic has been brought up, Ling Chuan suddenly realized that he would not be alone in the future, and it would be great if he could live a life of husband and wife with his little brother, working from sunrise to sunset, so he said to Xia Mo, "Do you want to farm?"

"Farming, sure." Xia Mo felt that he should adapt to the local customs, and his joining was equivalent to adding an extra set of bowls and chopsticks.

"Okay, then I'll ask someone to buy some seeds suitable for this season and plant them tomorrow." Ling Chuan said immediately.

Xia Mo nodded in agreement, and then they started talking about what kind of crops would be better, while Ling Chuan answered with a faint smile.

After one topic ended, Ling Chuan quickly brought up the next one. Ever since he understood his own feelings, Ling Chuan seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians, and all he could think about was how to get closer to the young man.

The two chatted idly, and later on, Ling Chuan specifically talked about his hunting experiences, for example, he took down a big bear by himself, and Xia Mo was full of admiration when he heard it.

They laughed and joked from time to time, and for a while they didn't even notice the changes in each other.

Perhaps because they were in a very good mood, they didn't feel anything while working. It was not until the bamboo shoots in front of them piled up into a small hill that they realized how fast time passed.

After peeling the last bamboo shoot, Xia Mo stood up and stretched, "Ah~, finally finished."

Ling Chuan also stood up and asked, "What should we do next?"

"Just boil them in a big pot. Let's dry the bamboo shoots in the yard for a while. When they are dry, you can use them as firewood." Xia Mo said, looking at the pile of bamboo shoots.

Ling Chuan nodded, then moved two baskets of bamboo shoots into the kitchen, and Xia Mo waited for a while and followed him in.

Then the two began to work together. Xia Mo made a fire in the kitchen, while Ling Chuan used thin bamboo poles to make a large rack in the yard to place the bamboo shoots. This way it would be much more convenient to dry them in the sun...

It was not until the sun set that they finished cutting all the bamboo shoots. By then, smoke was rising from the kitchen, and it was time to cook dinner.

Xia Mo was very happy when he saw the fruits of their labor, and his eyes were full of light. He said to Ling Chuan: "When these dried bamboo shoots are ready, we can eat them for a long time."

"Well, I like whatever you do." Ling Chuan replied.

Xia Mo blinked and then smiled.

"Okay."

A day passed quietly as the two of them were busy...

late at night.

While the villagers were sleeping, a dark figure wrapped in the blue moonlight quietly and silently climbed over the wall of the Liu family courtyard, and then carefully checked outside each door.

It was not until he heard the familiar snoring sound that the man in black decisively pushed open the door and walked in.

Inside the room, Liu Baokun, who was sleeping soundly, had no idea that someone had sneaked into his room.

The man in black stood in front of the bed. His only narrow eyes that were exposed narrowed slightly as he stared coldly at the person who was sleeping like a dead pig on the bed.

He stared at Liu Baokun's face for a while, then moved his eyes to his right hand. It was this hand that hit his brother with a stick! Thinking of this, the black-clothed man's eyes were filled with coldness and anger.

That’s right, the man in black was none other than Ling Chuan who came to seek revenge on Liu Baokun.

Ling Chuan thought, his little brother, he himself couldn't bear to see him get hurt, but this guy just came to his door and challenged his bottom line.

Thinking of this, Ling Chuan stepped forward and slashed Liu Baokun's neck with a knife, and the sleeping man fainted without consciousness.

Ling Chuan didn't want to waste any more time, so he tapped Liu Baokun on the back a few times, then broke his right hand, picked it up and threw it outside the Liu family's toilet, then left quietly...

The next day, Ling Chuan took Xia Mo to see his fields elsewhere. When they came back, they happened to meet Liu Yingying, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Liu Yingying nodded to Ling Chuan, then turned to Xia Mo and asked with concern: "Ze Ge'er, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Xia Mo said with a smile. It seemed that the news of the Liu family coming to his house to make trouble yesterday had spread.

"I'm glad you're okay. By the way, Ze'er, let me tell you, last night Liu Baokun from the Liu family accidentally broke his right hand when he went to the toilet. That's the hand that holds a pen. Hahaha, evil will be punished. Even God can't stand it." Liu Yingying said with a beaming eyebrow, clapping her hands excitedly.

Xia Mo was surprised when he heard this, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you? I heard Old Lady Liu screaming in their yard. Although I couldn't see her, you know her loud speaker. The news should have spread by now." Liu Yingying said.

I think she also heard some people saying that it was Yu's fault for her bad mouth, saying that she could scold anyone else but not even let the dead go. And there was also Liu Baokun, who beat and abused other people's son, and people couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to teach him a lesson.

No one knew who spread these rumors, but Liu Yingying felt that they made sense. After all, Aunt Yun doted on Ze Ge'er so much when she was alive, so maybe the rumors really came true. Of course, she wouldn't tell Xia Mo about this.

"No, of course I believe what you said, Sister Yingying." Xia Mo said with a smile. It's not that he didn't believe her words, but he just found it hard to believe. After all, Liu Baokun was a little frightened by him during the day and broke his hand at night. It was really miserable.

"Then stay away from them next time you see them. If you are alone at home, remember to lock the door to prevent them from bothering you again." Liu Yingying warned.

Xia Mo nodded and said with a smile, "I understand, but they probably won't come to see me recently, and with Brother Ling here, I'm not afraid."

Liu Yingying glanced at Ling Chuan, thought about it, and felt that what he said made sense, "That's right, their family is still a mess."