After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

Ling Chuan's shadowless sword technique not only stunned Xia Mo, but also made several aunts and uncles on the slope drop their jaws in shock. They didn't expect that the boy from the Ling family had such amazing skills.

During the period, an auntie could not help but say with envy, "It's really good to be young, strong and healthy, with such powerful arms that it's comfortable to work with them."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the uncle next to her said, "Why, do you dislike me, an old man?"

It just so happened that this old man had a loud voice and was unaware of it, which immediately attracted the attention of people around him, including Xia Mo.

The auntie, who was being stared at, turned her head and glanced at the old man calmly, saying: "It's a little bit now. Look at how sour you are. Isn't it embarrassing?"

After saying that, he turned around and walked inside and started working, leaving behind a group of teasing looks.

Xia Mo also laughed when he saw this, but when he saw the old uncle looking at him with a puzzled look on his face, he touched his nose embarrassedly, then lowered the straw hat on his head a little, and continued to weed with the hoe.

This little episode did not affect Ling Chuan who was concentrating on his work. Xia Mo hoeed for quite a while. When he stood up and looked at him again, he had already cut off a large piece of grass stems.

Oh my god, is it so fast?

Xia Mo looked down at what he had done, then looked up at what Ling Chuan had done, and suddenly felt like he was just playing house...

No, I have to try harder, I can't fall too far behind!

So Xia Mo also quickened his movements. What he didn't know was that although Ling Chuan didn't pay attention to others, he would pay attention to him.

So when Ling Chuan saw the young man's situation, a hint of relief and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He stared at his cheeks, which had turned from crimson to red, then retracted his gaze and bent down to continue.

The two of them worked hard and quickly, unlike others who took a break after working for a while. As a result, they quickly removed most of the grass in a large field. People who stopped to work because they were tired couldn't help but praise them: What a hardworking couple! I wish they had them at home.

After Ling Chuan had cut off all the grass stems, he walked towards the young man and took out a square handkerchief from his sleeve.

Ling Chuan walked to Xia Mo's side. Xia Mo raised his head when he heard the noise, and only then realized that the other party had finished.

Ling Chuan looked at the sweat on the boy's forehead, stretched out his hand, handed the handkerchief to him, and said: "Your forehead is sweaty and it's itchy. Wipe it off."

Xia Mo didn't expect that he had this thing, but he was indeed uncomfortable with sweating all over his forehead, so he raised his hand with a smile, and just when he was about to take it, Ling Chuan moved.

"Let me do it." Ling Chuan said as he raised his hand and stroked the boy's delicate and smooth forehead with a handkerchief.

Xia Mo's eyes flickered slightly and he moved his lips as if he wanted to refuse, but after meeting the other party's deep eyes, he changed his mind and felt that there was no need to hide.

Anyway, he had already figured it out. It was the other party who provoked him first.

So Xia Mo obediently let Ling Chuan help him wipe the sweat off his face. It was obviously a very ordinary action and it took a very short time, but it made them feel as if time had stopped. Even the subtle changes in each other's expression were clearly visible.

"Ahem, Brother Ling, are you okay?" In the end, Xia Mo turned his eyes away and said dryly.

Alas, I never expected that I would be the first to be defeated.

"Yeah." Ling Chuan silently withdrew his hand after hearing that, then put away the handkerchief and said, "Go drink some water first."

Xia Mo nodded and was about to put down the hoe when Ling Chuan took it over.

"Hmm? Aren't you going to get some water?"

"You go first, I'm not thirsty yet." Ling Chuan said and handed the hatchet in his hand to Xia Mo, "Put this in the dustpan."

Xia Mo took it, said "OK," and then quickly slipped away.

Ling Chuan silently looked at his back, then took a hoe to gather the layer of grass on the ground. He decided to use a dustpan to clear it to the side after all the grass was gathered into a pile.

Xia Mo walked to the dustpan, put the hatchet in it, took a bowl from the bamboo basket, picked up the water bag and unscrewed it, then sat down on the handle of the hoe, poured a bowl of water into the bowl, and then tilted his head back to wolf down a few mouthfuls.

Even if it is not ice water, drinking it can relieve some of the thirst and heat.

Xia Mo sat there for a while without any image. He really didn't know what was going on until he took a break. He felt his shoulders and wrists were a little sore. But then again, Ling Chuan's operation just now was as fierce as a tiger, so how come he looked like nothing happened in the end, without even breaking a sweat...

Thinking about it, Xia Mo looked at Ling Chuan in confusion. Could this be the difference between a boy and a man? Forget it, what's the point of thinking about this? I'll just practice more in the future.

Xia Mo shook off the thoughts in his mind, put away the bowl he had used, then took a new one and walked towards Lingchuan.

"Brother Ling, have a drink of water too." Xia Mo said as he filled his bowl without waiting for Ling Chuan's consent.

Ling Chuan didn't refuse. Instead, he really enjoyed the young man's thoughtfulness, but he didn't show it on the surface.

So he put down the hoe in his hand, took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that he had finished drinking, Xia Mo asked again, "Do you want more?"

Ling Chuan shook his head. "Go take a rest first. If you are hungry, eat some pancakes."

Xia Mo smiled when he heard that. "Well, I will eat when I'm hungry. And I just rested, so I'm not tired. But Brother Ling, aren't you tired at all?"

Ling Chuan nodded, "Not tired."

Xia Mo looked at him twice before saying, "Okay, I'll go get the dustpan and the other hoe."

"Well, you can just put these into the dustpan later." Ling Chuan pointed to the pile of grass on the ground. It would be better for him to do the weeding. After the young man loaded a load, he would carry it over and dump it out.

Xia Mo had no idea what Ling Chuan was thinking, and naturally had no objection to the arrangement. After all, the sooner the job was done, the sooner it could be finished, and he didn't want to drag it out, so he put away the things in his hands and walked over with the dustpan.

Xia Mo first separated the stacked dustpans, and then pounded the grass pile that Ling Chuan had pounded into the dustpans. The two of them worked together until Xia Mo filled the two dustpans. Only then did Ling Chuan tell him to pick them up and dump them out.

Xia Mo actually wanted to come by himself, but seeing the man with a look of disapproval and even a frown on his face, he compromised.

So when Xia Mo was loading the grass, Ling Chuan was weeding the roots. After Xia Mo finished loading, Ling Chuan picked it up and threw it away, while Xia Mo stayed to weed the roots for a while. It seemed like they had formed a tacit understanding.

Soon, they cleared all the grass in the field, and then they began to turn the soil. After all, the field had not been used for a long time and needed to be loosened up.

After everything was done, Xia Mo felt a little hungry. Sure enough, working and not working are different. After all, it consumes physical energy, and it is easier to get hungry while working.

In fact, their family has two plots of land in this area, and the other one is not far away, but that plot of land is not as big as this one, and the grass is not as long, so Xia Mo thinks that if he continues after eating, he can finish it before sunset.

Ling Chuan naturally had no objection. After all, in his heart, the young man's affairs were the top priority.