After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly, there was a hurried knock on the door, followed by a loud male voice from outside the yard.

"Hey! Is Ling Chuan home?!"

Xia Mo immediately shook off the thoughts in his mind when he heard the voice. He stood up and looked outside. The voice sounded very anxious, and he couldn't tell who it was for a moment, so he turned to Ling Chuan and said, "Brother Ling, I came to see you in such a heavy rain. I wonder if there is something urgent?"

"Yeah." Ling Chuan nodded, then picked up his straw hat, put on his raincoat, and walked towards the gate.

Xia Mo also walked under the eaves and looked around, wanting to see who it was.

Ling Chuan unbolted the door and saw Old Yang standing outside with a serious expression.

As soon as Old Yang saw Ling Chuan, he felt as if he had seen his backbone and wanted to speak immediately.

Seeing this, Ling Chuan frowned slightly and said, "Come in and tell me."

"Okay, okay." Old Yang nodded quickly, then followed Ling Chuan in, so Xia Mo could see his appearance clearly.

It turned out to be Uncle Yang. No wonder he couldn't recognize whose voice it was for a moment.

Seeing that he was soaked by the rain, Xia Mo quickly went in and poured him a bowl of warm water, saying, "Uncle Yang, drink some water first."

"Thank you, husband." Old Yang thanked him, but hesitated whether to take off his straw raincoat and hat.

Ling Chuan glanced at him indifferently, which immediately startled Lao Yang, who took them off immediately and hung them on the side.

"Sit down and talk." Ling Chuan said.

"Yes." Old Yang replied respectfully.

Unexpectedly, Xia Mo just walked out at this time, and looking at the strange way of conversation between the two, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows.

Is this the attitude that should be adopted in ordinary human conversations?

When Lao Yang met Xia Mo's inquiring gaze, his neck suddenly stiffened. He nodded slightly at him, smiled awkwardly, and walked in quickly.

Xia Mo's eyes turned slightly when he saw this, and the next moment a look of understanding flashed across his eyes.

Inside the room, Ling Chuan looked at Old Yang across from him and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Lao Yang put down the bowl and glanced at Xia Mo who was still standing at the door. Ling Chuan's brows, which had just been smoothed, frowned again. He said with displeasure: "No problem, just say it directly."

"Ah... okay, it's like this..." Lao Yang was about to speak when he was interrupted by Xia Mo.

"Hey wait." As soon as Xia Mo finished speaking, Ling Chuan and Lao Yang looked at him.

Seeing this, Xia Mo found it even more funny. He was not a person without eyesight, so how could he not see that Uncle Yang was worried about him? They were all adults, so who couldn't have some secrets?

So Xia Mo smiled at them and said, "You guys chat, I'll go back to my room first." After that, he walked out without waiting for them to speak, turned a corner and disappeared in front of them.

Only after the young man disappeared did Ling Chuan retract his gaze, and shot a sharp look at Lao Yang, saying coldly: "There won't be a next time."

Old Yang felt uneasy when he was stared at by him, and he squeezed out a word dryly: "Yes."

Ling Chuan glanced at him again before looking away.

"It's like this, something happened to Mr. Qiao." Old Yang said anxiously.

Ling Chuan paused for a moment after hearing this, and then said calmly, "It's no use telling me if he gets into trouble."

Old Yang looked embarrassed when he heard this.

"This... they had no other choice, so they asked me to pass on the message, saying... they hope you can help Mr. Qiao again because he saved you before."

When Ling Chuan heard this, his brows immediately tightened three points, and he tapped the table with his fingers neither lightly nor heavily.

Old Yang has already said what he should say. What he should do now is to sit quietly and wait for a reply.

After a while, Ling Chuan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him, his brows full of indifference, "I can help him once more, but this is the last time."

"Okay! Let's go!" Lao Yang stood up excitedly.

Ling Chuan glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Wait for me outside. I'll go talk to Ze'er first."

Old Yang opened his mouth and responded with "OK". After putting on his straw raincoat and hat, he slipped to the gate to wait for him.

And Ling Chuan went to find Xia Mo.

When Xia Mo saw Ling Chuan coming in, he looked at him in surprise. Did they finish the conversation so quickly? Did Uncle Yang leave?

Before he could even ask, Ling Chuan spoke first, "Ze'er, I have something to do. I have to go out with Lao Yang."

Xia Mo said, "Then be careful on the road. It's raining and the road is slippery."

"Well, I'll be leaving then." Ling Chuan said.

"Okay, let's go." Xia Mo waved at him with a smile.

Ling Chuan frowned slightly, stared at him for a while before turning around and leaving.

After he left, Xia Mo held his chin with one hand and played with the cat puppet in his hand out of boredom.

Alas, he had to stay at home on rainy days. Unfortunately, he had a good rest yesterday, so he is full of energy now and can’t fall asleep…

Xia Mo poked the cat's round face basin. After playing with it for a while, he felt it was too boring, so he put it away, then got up and walked out.

Looking at the dense rain, Xia Mo went straight to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, scooped a basin of water and started cleaning.

After he finished cleaning the kitchen, he went to clean everything in the room. Of course, he didn't rummage through Lingchuan's things. After all this busy work, he managed to spend most of the day.

"Ah, done. Just in time for lunch."

After Xia Mo hung up the rag, he stretched lazily and looked outside again, only to find that the rain had subsided.

However, Ling Chuan would not be back so soon, so Xia Mo thought about it and decided not to wait for him.

Xia Mo guessed correctly. Ling Chuan had not come back until he had eaten and drunk his fill.

So, Xia Mo, who was free again, moved a stool to sit under the eaves, and looked at the distant hills with his bright eyes through the drizzle. After being washed by the rain, the mist there was misty and looked like an ink painting.

"It's really beautiful." Xia Mo commented.

Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't suppress Xia Mo's restless heart.

He sat there for a long while, but finally couldn't sit still anymore.

Tsk, no, I have to find something else to do. Xia Mo stroked his chin and murmured: "Well...what can I do?"

Nothing seems to be happening...

Wait, there it is!

Aren't they going to go into town when the weather gets better? Since they're going to do business, why not bring something else with him?

Thinking of this, a moving light suddenly burst out in Xia Mo's eyes.

So what should he do?

Xia Mo stood up and thought about it. When he was about to look around the house to see if there was anything that could give him some inspiration, he raised his eyes and noticed the bamboo sieve hanging on the wall.

"Oh! How could I forget that I can make some malt sugar!" Xia Mo slapped his head. He had mentioned this to Ling Chuan before, but he actually forgot about it.

It is not difficult to make maltose. It only requires two raw materials: wheat and sweet potatoes. Think about how expensive white sugar is. If he takes the maltose to the city to sell it, he should be able to make some money.

Xia Mo did it right away. He walked forward and took down the bamboo sieve, then took it to the kitchen to rinse it and found a place to dry it.

After putting away the bamboo sieve, Xia Mo thought of the fact that there was no wheat and sweet potatoes at home. Sweet potatoes would definitely be easy to find in the village, but unhulled wheat might not be easy. However, there should be someone who has some, right?

Xia Mo looked at the rain that was already as fine as cow hair and thought it was time to go out. So he took some money, put on his straw hat and raincoat, and walked towards Liu Yingying's house.

What he didn't know was that Ling Chuan came back right after he left, and his face immediately darkened when he found out he was missing.