How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

"An An~."

"An An~."

"Go away! Hurry up and bring the food over. I'm hungry." Wen Yian saw his eyes, like a wolf seeing meat, full of aggression. His legs felt weak.

Why are my legs not listening?

Song Wenjing then realized that Wen Yian hadn't eaten yet. He said angrily, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault for getting carried away. I'll go get the food right away."

As he spoke, he walked over and opened the lid. As soon as the lid was opened, the aroma of chicken filled the air. He simmered the chicken over low heat so that the chicken would be tender and juicy.

"Wow! What a big chicken leg! Brother Song, this doesn't look like a pheasant?" Wen Yian knew that Song Wenjing could hunt, and he also knew that there was a slight difference between pheasants and domestic chickens.

Song Wenjing explained, "This is Wang Bing's rooster. He wants to sell it, and I want to buy the meat. Isn't that a coincidence? Selling it to me, someone I know well, will reduce the risk."

"I stewed this chicken for an entire afternoon, it must be delicious. But my family doesn't raise chickens. If we did, we could make chicken stewed with mushrooms. That would taste pretty good too. I'll let you try it when you have time." The original owner didn't raise chickens, and later he didn't raise them because he thought it was too troublesome.

When he arrived, the original owner had already hanged himself. He struggled from the rope and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Less than an hour later, the village chief sent someone to call him back to work.

And he had no choice but to go, because the original owner had already agreed. The person outside was obviously impatient, feeling that if he didn't go, the person would enter his house. And he was in a weak position.

There was no choice but to find a scarf to cover the marks on his neck.

When others asked about it, he could only make up an excuse: it was a neck injury from climbing the mountain. At that time, while working, he thought, this system should not be asking him to come here to complete the task.

Instead, let him experience different ways of dying.

Based on the original owner's memories, he could tell that she had been suffering from depression since her parents' accident. It seemed that this incident had dealt a heavy blow to her.

When he first came here, he was really speechless. This system was not reliable at all. But... now, the system is still somewhat useful.

When he came out with that person, he could clearly feel that person hated the original owner very much, and he never concealed his feelings in his eyes.

"Brother Song, you're so kind. But you can skip the meat next time. I'm not picky about food. I can eat anything. I can eat steamed buns, as long as I'm full."

In this day and age, it’s good enough to have something to eat. If you are picky about food, it means you will starve to death.

Song Wenjing shook his head: "No, An An, you are too thin and you can't live without meat. You need to nourish your body more so that your body will be healthy."

He brought the food to the table, and the two of them finished their meal, chatting and laughing. After clearing the table and taking a break, Song Wenjing made a bowl of malted milk.

"An An, this malted milk is nutritious, you should drink more. I heard it tastes good, too, you should try it." He hadn't tried it yet, so he didn't know what it tasted like.

I just heard others say that it tastes very good and is a rare nutritious product.

"Good~." Wen Yian took a sip from the bowl and said, "It's so sweet." His eyes sparkled as he handed the bowl to Song Wenjing, "Brother Song, you drink too."

"Okay." Song Wenjing drank from the place where Wen Yian's mouth touched with a bit of scheming. Wen Yian saw it but didn't say anything, just looked away shyly.

Song Wenjing took a sip and thought it was just so-so. Nothing special, but... a little sweet if you savored it carefully.

Maybe people are sweeter.

"Come on, drink too. If it tastes good, we'll drink more."

The two of them drank a bowl of malted milk, taking turns to drink. When Song Wenjing saw that the bowl was empty, he licked his rosy lips with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

"An An, do you want more? Or I can make another bowl. I have two cans anyway. You can buy more after you finish it."

Wen Yian shook his head and said, "Brother Song, I don't want to drink anymore. I just had a meal and drank a bowl of malted milk. I'm a little full."

"Okay, I'll take you home after you've rested."

"it is good."

three days later.

"Wen Jing, why are you going to see the captain again?" Wang Jianguo couldn't help asking when he saw Song Wenjing coming back.

"Wen Zhiqing is too thin, without any meat on his body. I thought of letting Wen Zhiqing go to collect grass for pigs! Otherwise, what should I do if Wen Zhiqing faints?" Ever since the two confirmed their relationship.

Song Wenjing had taken great pleasure in feeding Wen Yian, but now, seeing how hard he worked, he felt sorry for him. He had specifically asked Wen Yian's opinion last night before telling the team leader.

The captain has just agreed.

"Uh... Wen Jing, you're being a little too nice to Wen Zhiqing! Besides, picking pig grass costs two work points per basket, and picking two baskets a day only earns four work points. This kind of work is usually done by children."

"Besides, how can Wen Zhiqing support himself with only four work points a day? As a person, you can't just think about comfort, you also have to consider your own conditions. Wen Jing, what do you think?"

If so, what does Wen Yian do to support himself?

Song Wenjing said, "Wen Zhiqing is a city dweller, and he has family to support him. How could he possibly be starving? This is what Wen Zhiqing told me."

"I treat him as my own brother, so I went to help him. Besides, his health really needs to be taken care of." He asked about the situation of Wen Yian's family.

I also understand that Wen Yian has a bad relationship with his family, but how can I resist other people's talk if I don't say so?

Wang Jianguo was silent for a moment before saying, "That's right. He's an educated youth, a city dweller. How could he possibly be short of money? I was overthinking it. By the way, Wen Jing, don't cheat people out of their money, okay?"

He had also heard the rumors, and although he knew Song Wenjing's character, he still couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Okay, I get it. I won't be greedy for his money. I can support myself." What I am greedy for is him.

After talking for a few more words, Song Wenjing went to find Wen Yian.

Wen Yian saw Song Wenjing talking to someone else, so he stood under a tree nearby, waiting for him. Last night, Song Wenjing asked him if he was willing to go and gather grass for the pigs, two baskets a day.

With four work points a day, and free to do whatever he wanted after harvesting pig grass, it was a good job. The only downside was the low work points. If he were the old him, he wouldn't have chosen harvesting pig grass, no matter how hard the work was.

But when Song Wenjing asked him, he hesitated. After all, who doesn't want to work a little easier? And this was Song Wenjing's intention.

Song Wenjing respected him very much and would ask for his opinion whenever there was something concerning him.

He said, "But Brother Song, if I don't work, what should I do after I finish cutting grass for the pigs?"

Song Wenjing thought for a while and said, "How about this, after you finish collecting grass for the pigs, you can go up the mountain with me to hunt. What do you think?" In this way, he could spend more time with An An.

Anyway, Song Wenjing finished the work assigned to him very quickly.

Wen Yian thought about it and decided it was a good idea. He told Song Wenjing that he wanted to go and pick grass for pigs, which would be easier.