After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

Seeing that Liu Zheng was considering it, Xia Mo and the other two stopped disturbing him and waited quietly.

Seeing this, Liu Zheng's wife smiled, her eyes wrinkled, and she said, "Don't stand there like an idiot. Sit wherever you want. There's no need to be so reserved."

After she said that, Xia Mo smiled and responded, then suddenly remembered that Ling Chuan was still injured. Thinking about how much time he had wasted on the road just now, he immediately stepped in front of Ling Chuan, raised his hand and gently pulled the corner of his clothes, "Brother Ling, let's sit over there."

"Yeah." Ling Chuan had no objection to this, so he and Xia Mo walked to the chair nearby and sat down.

Gong Ming looked around and saw that everyone was sitting down, and Huang and Liu Zheng's wife were looking at him with smiles, so when he saw that there was an empty chair next to Xia Mo, who was closest to him, he simply went over and sat down.

But as soon as he sat down, he saw his boss turn his head slightly and look at him indifferently.

Hmm? Gong Ming was puzzled.

However, when he turned his eyes slightly and moved his gaze to his master, he found that the boss's eyes were looking at him even darker!

Uh... he seemed to understand a little bit why the boss disliked him.

Gong Ming felt very uncomfortable and secretly complained in his heart. Wasn't it just sitting on the edge? Was it really that serious? Isn't this damn possessiveness too overbearing?

Alas, heaven and earth can testify, and the moon can show that he has absolutely no improper thoughts about his master. But now that he has sat down, it would not be good for him to move to another place in front of everyone, right?

Gong Ming was in a state of confusion and thought for a long time. Finally, he decided to pretend that he had not discovered anything. He just sat there with his back straight, as if nothing had happened, facing someone's vague and burning gaze.

Fortunately, not long after, Liu Zheng, who had almost thought it through, asked a question. He looked at Gong Ming and confirmed again and again: "Are you really determined to settle down in my Liujia Village?"

Gong Ming nodded. "Liujia Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. I decided to settle here after careful consideration. I don't have many people at home, and I don't have many friends. After thinking about it, I decided to come and seek refuge with the eldest brother because he helped me several times when I was at the border."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zheng cast his gaze towards Ling Chuan who was standing aside with an expressionless face. Ling Chuan's eyes met his for a moment, then he nodded slightly and said, "Gong Mingren is OK."

Although he was very unhappy that this man was so tactless as to sit next to his brother, he also knew that he had to finish the job as soon as possible and go back.

After receiving Ling Chuan's affirmation, Liu Zheng hummed inaudibly, then turned to Gong Ming and asked, "What do you think about the housing issue? Do you have any requirements?"

Gong Ming stared and thought for a while before replying: "I can live anywhere, village chief. As long as you agree to let me settle down and allocate a piece of residential land for me to build a house, it will be fine. As for the money to buy the land, I have no problem. I have saved some money over the years. As long as it can be used to build a house and people can live in it, it will be fine."

After saying that, he chuckled twice. That silly look instantly wiped away Liu Zheng's serious expression. Then he shook his head and smiled helplessly. Since they came to Lingchuan for refuge, it would be better to let them live closer.

So he said, "In that case, I remember there is land near Lingchuan's home. You can go and have a look later. As for the price, just follow the traditional price of Liujia Village. However, as for the settlement, you have to wait for two days until I feel better, and then I can go to the government office with you to add a household."

Seeing that Liu Zheng agreed so quickly, Gong Ming raised the corner of his mouth happily, "There's no rush. It won't be too late to go after you get better."

Ah, that's great! He finally doesn't have to sit next to his master anymore, otherwise his boss's stare would almost make a hole in his face.

Xia Mo also smiled, and turned to Gong Ming and said: "In this case, after you build the house, Brother Gong, we will be neighbors. Please take care of me, right, Brother Ling?"

As Xia Mo spoke, he turned around to look at Ling Chuan, only to see that his jawline was taut, his mouth corners were pursed, and even his eyes had a bit more sharpness.

Xia Mo couldn't help but feel confused. He frowned and called out again, "Brother Ling?"

What's going on here?

Xia Mo was confused, and couldn't help but recall that he was like this just now, and his face didn't look very good. Could it be that the wound was painful... and inflamed?

When Xia Mo thought of this problem, he became a little worried.

Yes, it was such a hot day, they walked such a long way, and had a confrontation with those chatterboxes. It was really tiring. It seems that I have to let him remove the bandage after returning.

There just so happened to be some tonic soup for sale here, so he could buy some and take them back. After returning, he could go to the butcher's house to see if there were any pig's trotters, ribs, etc., and buy some to make soup for Lingchuan. This should help him get better faster, right?

Xia Mo nodded involuntarily as he thought about it, and felt that it was feasible. Anyway, the village chief had already agreed to Gong Ming's settlement.

So he didn't care whether Ling Chuan replied or not, but said to Liu Zheng's wife who was closest to him: "Grandma, do you have some white peony root, angelica root, cooked rehmannia root and chuanxiong at home? I want to make a four-substance soup. Well... if you don't have any, anything else will do, as long as it can make soup and nourish the body and blood."

As soon as Xia Mo said this, the other people present looked at him in surprise, and then looked at Ling Chuan.

Liu Zheng's wife was silent for a while before she asked, "Brother Ze, what kind of soup are you going to make?"

Xia Mo smiled shyly. It should be "Pig's trotter or pork rib soup."

"Is that so?" Liu Zheng's wife nodded and looked at her husband with a strange expression.

Liu Zheng glanced at Ling Chuan and coughed dryly, "...I see, I do have these, but compared to pig trotter and pork rib soup for nourishing the body's qi and blood, pig penis soup is better."

Ling Chuan was originally very touched by the young man's consideration for him, but suddenly his expression froze after hearing Liu Zheng's words, and he uttered three words stiffly, "No need."

At this time, Xia Mo, who was slow to realize it, finally discovered something was wrong, especially when Gong Ming smiled. His smile immediately made Xia Mo's hot cheeks instantly become engorged and ripe.

Oh my god, what a misunderstanding. Brother Ling, I'm sorry!

"No, it's not like that. It's because Brother Ling accidentally hurt his waist when he was going up the mountain, and he bled a lot, so I wanted to stew some soup to nourish his qi and blood!" Xia Mo hurriedly explained. If they really mistook him for Brother Ling... then he would be guilty of a great sin.

"Ahem, so that's how it is." Liu Zheng laughed dryly. "Then just buy some stew for nourishment. I have everything here."

"Hmm..." Xia Mo said dryly with the corners of his mouth pulled up. He didn't want to stay in such an awkward atmosphere for even a second.

So after buying the four items, Xia Mo quickly pulled Ling Chuan away. As for Gong Ming who laughed at him, Xia Mo was too lazy to talk to him. But when Ling Chuan saw it, he felt much better about being misunderstood...

At night, the sky is full of stars.

Although what happened during the day was a bit embarrassing, the two of them quickly let it go. So after returning home, Xia Mo checked Ling Chuan's wound as promised, and was relieved when he saw that there was no suppuration or bleeding, and then ordered him to rest at home.

Ling Chuan wanted to follow his little brother all the time, but seeing the other party's tough attitude, he compromised.

So Xia Mo ran to the butcher's house and bought a pork chop, added some supplements and stewed it into a soup. Now, the two of them, who were full and satisfied, sat in the yard and chatted.

Xia Mo sat on the swing, holding the hemp rope beside him with his left hand, and suddenly remembered that he was talking halfway this morning, so he said suddenly: "Oh, Brother Gong suddenly came to my house this morning, and I forgot to tell you about the maltose, but it's not too late to tell you now."

Ling Chuan said "hmm", paused and said quietly: "Don't call him like that."

"Huh?" Xia Mo leaned on the ground with his toes, looking at the man sitting beside him in front of his house with a slightly frown on his brows, in confusion.

Ling Chuan looked at him, his frown not only did not loosen, but tightened even more. He pursed his lips and said more bluntly: "You call him Brother Gong, which is the same as calling me."