Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

The old couple looked embarrassed.

On the one hand, they were indeed angry that their son was not doing well, but on the other hand, he was his own son after all, and the old couple only had this one son. They were counting on this son to take care of them in their old age and carry on the family line.

"This this……"

Linghua became impatient and waved the whip in her hand.

"Do you still want to refuse? If so, we will kill this playboy right now. He actually dared to come into our room and do something inappropriate. We will kill him if we want to. You can't make excuses no matter what!"

The old couple who had been struggling over whether to send their son to jail were no longer hesitant.

It's better to go to jail than to die, right? Maybe you can be educated in jail.

So the old man nodded hurriedly and said: "Send him to the government office. We can't educate him. We can only hope that the judges in the government office can educate him."

Sickle tied the man up like a dumpling and was not confident in handing him over to the old couple, fearing that they would let him go out of their minds. So Sickle simply carried the man into his room and slept with him under his feet.

After all this trouble, the night passed by in a flash.

Linghua pushed Mo Xiaonian's shoulders and told her to go to bed quickly.

At Mo Xiaonian's age, people are prone to sleepiness. After all this trouble, he woke up late the next day.

By the time she woke up, Sickle had already sent the scoundrel back to the yamen.

While eating the wontons in front of her, Mo Xiaonian said to the sickle in surprise.

"How come you're so fast? Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Sleep, we'll be up at daybreak. We can't let this man delay our trip, so let's get this done while you're still here.

Don't worry, before we sent him to the government office, we went to his room and found all the drugs and tools he used and brought them to the government office. The people in the government office said that this must not be the first time he did such a thing, and as long as there are other victims found during the interrogation, this person will be sentenced."

Mo Xiaonian nodded and smiled comfortably.

"That's good. If this kind of trouble stays outside, it will only cause trouble to others. It's better to lock him up in prison. Today's wontons are quite delicious."

Linghua said disdainfully: "This was made for us by the old couple as an apology. It was really unlucky for them to give birth to such a thing. Eat it quickly, and we'll leave right away after you finish..."

Linghua lowered her voice and said, "After all, we still have a dangerous person like Ruilian in our team."

Mo Xiaonian nodded and finished the wontons in a few bites. The group packed up and immediately continued their journey.

Ruilian was very honest and didn't cause any trouble along the way, which also saved him from a lot of physical pain.

Seeing the Moonfall Tribe right before their eyes, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, even Ruilian showed a relaxed expression.

"finally arrived at home!"

Linghua kicked him angrily.

"What are you talking about? This is our home, not yours. Don't think your hard days are over."

Ruilian retreated helplessly.

"Why are you still hitting me? You should hand me over to your leader now..."

Before Rui Lian could finish his words, Fu Cang, who had heard the news, had already come over with a large group of soldiers.

He has been in a state of fear these days, fearing that something might have happened to Mo Xiaonian.

After he saw Mo Xiaonian from a distance, he kicked his horse hard and rushed to her.

"Xiao Nian!"

"Fu Cang! I'm back!"

Ruilian stood behind and watched the two men with interest.

He found the way these two people got along with each other very interesting.

Fu Cang finally controlled his desire to hug Mo Xiaonian and give her a good kiss.

Because Mo Xiaonian doesn't like this.

He just hugged Mo Xiaonian tightly, and then hugged the sickle.

"I'm glad you're back. You've worked hard along the way."

Fu Cang suddenly saw Rui Lian standing behind the sickle with his hands tied.

"Who is this?"

Before the sickle could speak, Ruilian suddenly stepped forward and said to Fucang in a gentle and elegant manner: "Hello, leader of the Moonfall Tribe, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Ruilian, the third heir to Tanlang, the leader of the Seven Killings Tribe. I have heard of the great name of leader Fucang for a long time. After meeting him today, I can see that he is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Mo Xiaonian had a desire to hold his forehead and sigh.

If Ruilian were to do something funny, he would definitely be a very powerful person.

This was the first time Fu Cang had seen such a polite successor to the chief since he became the chief, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Rillian? How come you are in our team?"

"There are some minor misunderstandings..."

The sickle suddenly pushed Ruilian's shoulder and pushed him aside.

"Don't think about trying to deceive our leader here. Leader, let me tell you what's going on."

Sickle told Fu Cang what had happened, and Fu Cang's expression changed immediately.

He narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the seemingly harmless Ruilian. In the end, he suppressed his anger and had someone take him back to the tribe.

"Xiao Nian, I'll take you home first. You should have a good rest these few days. When you are well again, you can deal with other things."

"Okay, actually I'm not tired at all during this journey. We all sleep in the inn at night. If we eat well and sleep well, there will be no problem with our health."

Fu Cang shook his head.

"You've lost weight, so how could it not be hard? By the way, did things go smoothly this time?"

Thinking of the silver in his space, Mo Xiaonian suddenly became excited.

"That's really smooth. I exchanged the herbs for a large sum of silver. If your army is short of silver, tell me and I can lend it to you."

Thinking of the huge sum of money he owed to Mo Xiaonian, Fu Cang could not be happy anymore.

Mo Xiaonian now has a handful of IOUs in his hand, all of which were signed by him and Yue Lu.

Sometimes Fu Cang felt that being a leader was a shame. He didn't have a penny and had to rely on his wife for everything. He felt ashamed when he talked about this.

"Xiao Nian, I want to discuss something with you."

"What's going on?"

“Next spring, I also want to lead the soldiers to open up wasteland and cultivate the land, so that we can grow the military rations we need ourselves instead of having to go out and buy them.

There are so many soldiers in my army. If we can supply them with food ourselves, we can save a lot of money and spend less money."