My delicate husband

"Angel, did I wake you up?"

Zhang Xiaomo spoke in a low voice with a faint smile on her face. It would be better if her face was not so pale.

Lan An didn't answer, but stared at Zhang Xiaomo. He liked her, but she was too thin. There was no flesh on her face, and her cheekbones were too clearly visible, which he didn't like.

Seeing that Ang'er didn't respond and was staring at him, Zhang Xiaomo's eyes darkened for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and called out again softly.

Lan An noticed the change in the man's mood and knew he had been too rude. He didn't mind accepting his original fiancé, but he felt uncomfortable with him having to get along with Zhang Xiaomo as his brother. Lan An felt a little unhappy and bit the soft flesh of his cheek.

Lan An didn't feel much about coming here, but Zhang Xiaomo was really to his liking. Although he had known his sexual orientation since he was sixteen, this was the first time he was so interested in someone. He wanted this person to belong to him alone, and he wanted to control this person. He was indeed a madman, and the dirty blood of his parents was in his blood. Lan An was a little unhappy and glared at Zhang Xiaomo hatefully.

"Well, I didn't sleep well."

Zhang Xiaomo was a little surprised by Lan'an's reaction. He was stunned for a moment and laughed softly.

"Ang'er, are you up? Didn't you make breakfast? I'm starving."

Guo Geer woke up and went to the kitchen, but didn't see the breakfast prepared, so he shouted loudly outside.

Lan Euan was interrupted before he had time to appreciate the beauty's smile. He was very impatient, but his stomach also rumbled, so it was time to prepare breakfast.

Lan An looked at the chapped corners of Zhang Xiaomo's mouth, felt guilty, and poured him a glass of warm water.

"Drink it, the corners of your mouth are all chapped."

"Please help me up, An Ge."

Lan An sighed and helped Zhang Xiaomo up. The man was indeed thin, without a single piece of flesh on his body, and looked frail. But the weaker he was, the more Lan An liked him.

With Lan'an's help, Zhang Xiaomo drank the warm water and his throat felt a little better. However, there was some tea at the corner of his mouth, which made Zhang Xiaomo frown. Fortunately, Lan'an helped him wipe the tea from the corner of his mouth.

"Zhang Xiaomo, are you hungry? I'm going to make breakfast."

Lan Euan did not deliberately imitate Ang'er. He chose to be himself. He had no intention of pretending. He had pretended for his whole life in his previous life, and in this life he just wanted to be himself.

Without waiting for Zhang Xiaomo's reply, Lan An left in a hurry. Zhang Xiaomo stared at Lan An's departing back with a dark look in his eyes.

"Oh, you really aren't pretending at all. But, who are you and why are you here?"

Lan An was dumbfounded when he came to the kitchen. Not to mention other things, he didn't even know how to light a fire. Not to mention that most of China is powered by natural gas now, even if he wanted to light a fire, he would at least need a lighter. But fortunately, she could cook, and this was also thanks to his parents, who allowed him to use his cooking skills to please those rich girls. Haha, Lan An's eyes were full of mocking smiles.

Lan'an walked around the kitchen and didn't see any fire-making tools he knew. He didn't feel too embarrassed and decided to prepare everything, so he asked Guo Ge'er to make a fire.

The kitchen was simply furnished with a large earthen stove with two openings. One opening had a large iron pot on it with the edge of the pot slightly damaged, and the other had a ceramic pot, presumably used for boiling water or boiling medicine.

Lan'an searched around but didn't see any refined rice or white flour. There were only some brown and yellow rice grains, which should be coarse grains. There were also some coarse white and yellow powders mixed together. Lan'an guessed that they were flour.

I looked at the water in the tank and it should be enough for breakfast. The seasoning was also very scarce, just coarse salt and a little oil, and a jar of brown cubes, which I guessed were brown sugar.

Just as Lan Euan finished washing the ceramic jar, a thin and dark-skinned child walked in.

"Ang'er, what's wrong today? You haven't made breakfast yet and you haven't even lit the fire yet?"

"I got up late, please help me light the fire."

Lan An saw Guo Ge'er enter the kitchen, which was good, otherwise he would have to go find the child, and this would save time. He felt so hungry that his stomach was acidic, and he didn't want to get a stomach problem.

Guo Ge'er didn't notice Lan'an's abnormality. He said "OK" and skillfully picked up the hay and leaves beside him. He piled these materials together to form a small fire. He took out a black object from the stove. Lan'an guessed it was a fire starter. Soon the fire was lit.

Lan Euan put the washed millet into a ceramic jar, added an appropriate amount of water, covered it with a lid, and left the kitchen.

This was the first time that Lan An saw the entire Zhang family house clearly. It was about 100 square meters. In China, such a large house should be a luxury house, but the houses in Chuqi Country were all quite large.

The house consists of three guest rooms, a living room, and a warehouse. The kitchen is built separately, and the toilet is in the back, which is also a separate small house. The house is surrounded by wooden piles.

The house is divided into a front yard and a back yard. The back yard is used to feed livestock. Except for two old hens, the rest is empty. There are some mulberries planted in the front and back yards. There is a vegetable patch in the upper right corner of the front yard. It is late autumn now, and radishes and cabbages are planted there. They are the most common vegetables and nothing special.

It was just an ordinary farmyard. What surprised Lan An was that there was a small stone mill next to the kitchen, which was on the left side of the front yard. In Anger's memory, there was no tofu, so he didn't know whether there were soybeans in this dynasty.

After looking around for a while, Lan An cleaned the yard. Since he had adapted to this role, he would not refuse to do the work. Besides, he had a mild mysophobia and could not stand the dirt and mess.

Lan An walked into the kitchen and looked at the only four bowls and three plates. They should be coarse porcelain, which are also the Japanese-style plates that Chinese people like very much. They are free, wild and primitive. Looking at the cracks on the bowls and plates, Lan An felt a little uncomfortable. He really didn't want to use these bowls and plates to eat, but under the current conditions, there was nothing he could do.

He quickly boiled a pot of hot water, scalded the bowls and washed them again. Lan An felt that he had one more thing to do as soon as possible, which was to change the dishes.

Lan'an looked at the curved firewood in the stove. There wasn't much left, but it was neatly stacked. It could be seen that the original owner did a very good job of housework, which could be described as exquisite.

Lan Euan was quite satisfied looking at the firewood, but judging from his comfort level with firewood, it probably wouldn't last for two days. Never mind, at worst he could just go and collect it a few more times.

The bowl was burned after washing, so Lan'an threw away the chopsticks and cut willow branches to make new chopsticks. He also made a new toothbrush for himself. Alas, the machete and kitchen knife were not very sharp, and he almost hurt his hand.

The water was almost used up, and it was really inconvenient without a well. Lan'an cleaned the water tank, told Guo Ge'er to remember to keep an eye on the porridge, and then picked up the wooden bucket to go out to fetch water.

Although Yuansheng looks small, he is surprisingly strong. Lan'an was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this small body could have such great explosive power.

Fortunately, the village’s shared well is very close to Zhang’s house. It only takes seven or eight minutes to get there. After three or four trips back and forth, the water tank will be full.

The aroma of rice wafted from the ceramic pot. The porridge was cooked, and the rice flowers burst open, cooked until it was very soft.

After Lan Euan had a simple wash, she called the two Zhang brothers to dinner. Eating some pickles made by her and drinking a bowl of hot porridge was a very enjoyable thing in late autumn.

After dinner, Guo Ge'er took out needle and thread and started embroidering as usual. Lan An helped Zhang Xiaomo onto the bed and helped him pick out a book from the box. Zhang Xiaomo began to read silently, as quiet as a painting.

Relying on his memory, Lan An took his backpack and hatchet to the foot of the back mountain and quietly picked up firewood. As a young master, this lifestyle was quite novel, but it was a bit tiring, and his body was still too thin.

Lan Euan thought of his golden finger and felt a little regretful. It seemed that farming in the space could not make him rich instantly. It seemed useless. It would be better to have superpowers, at least he could make money quickly. The key point was that he didn't know how to enter the space now.

Besides blue gum, many people also come to the back hills to collect firewood. Rural residents already live in poverty, and firewood is essential for everything. Winter is approaching, so while it's not snowing and still warm, it's important to hurry and gather firewood, otherwise it's easy to overwhelm the winter.

Many families cannot afford to buy charcoal, and there are no kangs now. In order to survive the cold winter, most families use braziers to burn firewood, which requires enough firewood.

However, the people in Lotus Village are very optimistic and satisfied with their current lives. They find it very satisfying to be able to settle down after the war.

The villagers collected firewood together, chatting and laughing. Some people looked at An Ge'er alone. The villagers were very curious about the new daughter-in-law of the Zhang family who they seldom saw, and they all came to talk to him, fearing that he would be bored. Lan An answered each of their questions without any impatience. After all, no one had talked to him in his previous life. After a while, he had collected a basket of firewood.

When he got home, the sun was shining brightly. Lan'an quickly took out the straw and reeds on the bed to dry them in the sun to remove the musty smell. He still had to sleep at night, so there was nothing he could do even if he disliked it.

Lan Euan also took out the only set of thick clothes from the original owner's box to dry out in the sun. There was no doubt that if he relied on this set of clothes to survive the winter, he would definitely freeze to death.

This set of clothes was washed so white that the cotton inside was clumped together. The clothes were very heavy and the cotton was unevenly distributed. Lan Euan fiddled with it for a while but gave up. It would be better to buy a new set.

After finishing these, Lan'an chopped up the firewood he had collected and dried it in the yard to make it easier to burn. Guo Ge'er saw that Lan'an was a little overwhelmed by the work and offered to help, and Lan'an did not refuse.

"Brother Guo, you go ahead and do your thing. I'll go boil some water. Let's take a bath together while the sun is shining."

"Ang'er, didn't you say to save water and firewood and take a bath once every two weeks?"

"Now I wash it once a week. It can't be too dirty, otherwise I'll get sick easily."

"it is good."

(One liang is equal to 1000 wen. No matter how other authors set it, I define one liang as 1000 wen. Of course, as for the price of goods, I define 1 wen as equivalent to 1 yuan. This is the author's personal setting. Thank you for your understanding.)

Lan'an cleaned the pot and started to boil water. Now he also learned how to light a fire, but he was a little slow, so he didn't need to call Guo Ge'er anymore.

Lan Euan boiled a large pot of water. He hated the original owner's long hair, which was long and inconvenient to take care of. It would be best to find a pair of scissors to cut her hair. It would be best if he could persuade the Zhang brothers to cut their hair short.

Lan Euan went to fetch water twice more. Everything was ready. He thought about the future while making a fire.

It will snow in two months, and it will be very cold. Before that, we need to buy three sets of winter clothes. Needless to say, the winter clothes of the Zhang brothers are very worn out and not warm at all. Even if we buy the most ordinary winter clothes, it will cost one hundred coins, and three sets will cost a total of three hundred coins.

The second thing is bedding. Lan'an doesn't want to sleep on straw and reeds anymore. Not only does it smell musty, it is also extremely uncomfortable to sleep on. So it goes without saying that he has to prepare 6 quilts, each costing 300 coins, which is 800 coins for one tael of silver.

In addition, enough food must be prepared. Lan An doesn't want to drink coarse grain porridge every day. It's not filling at all. If he doesn't eat enough, he won't have the energy to work. He also wants to grow taller. After all, he was 1.75 meters tall in China before, and Zhang Xiaomo was 1.83 meters tall. As for him, he is less than 1.65 meters now.

Lan'an thinks seasoning is also very important. The food is poor and there are few seasonings, so the food he makes is not tasty. Soybean oil is expensive, and he doesn't want to eat boiled vegetables for a long time. Although the vegetables nowadays are all natural, they are really unpalatable.

The most important thing is the house. Not only is it leaking everywhere, but there are also holes in the roof. It's okay if it rains heavily outside and lightly inside, but if it really collapses due to heavy snow, Lan An doesn't want to be crushed to death by the snow in his sleep one day. After all, he is very satisfied with his current life. Although he is poor, he can live as he pleases.

Lan An made a rough calculation and found that in order to get through the winter smoothly, he would have to earn at least five taels of silver. Although the annual expenditure of farmers in this dynasty was only about three taels, Lan An was not a person who would compromise himself. He would not live a hard life just to please this dynasty.

I hope Zhang Xiaomo doesn't get sick. His medicine costs less than 200 coins a month now. If he gets sick, it will cost a lot more money. If I want him to stay healthy, I have to prepare winter clothes for him.

All the money in the house added up to only one hundred coins. Lan An felt a little overwhelmed, but forget it, he was too lazy to think too much. The water was just getting hot, so he asked Guo Ge'er to come take a bath.

Lan'an finally found the scissors and cut half of Guo'er's and his hair. Their original hair was past the waist and too long. Guo'er cried for a while after his hair was cut, but when he saw Lan'an cut his own hair, he didn't struggle too much.

Looking at Guoge'er's dirty shampoo, Lan'an forced Guoge'er to wash it several more times. Guoge'er felt sorry for the water and firewood, but he still compromised under Lan'an's cold eyes.

Lan'an also washed his hair and took a bath happily. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Lan'an felt that he looked a lot whiter after washing.

Lan An planned to let Zhang Xiaomo wash up tomorrow, as it was too late today. By the time he and Guo Ge'er finished washing up, it was already getting dark.

After changing their sheets and bedding and making the beds, Lan An hurried to prepare dinner. His stomach was aching from hunger, and the porridge he had in the morning was not enough to satisfy his hunger.

For dinner, they had radish and cabbage stewed with rice. The radish and cabbage were sweet, and the rice tasted sweet too. Lan An was very satisfied with his own cooking skills and ate a big bowl of rice. It might also be that this body was used to being hungry, so everything tasted good to him.

The two Zhang brothers also enjoyed the meal very much. After all, Lan Euan was much more generous than the original owner. He used more oil and cooked more rice. Especially Brother Guo, he hummed happily while eating.

Guo Ge'er hoped that An Ge'er's cooking could always be as good as it is today. He didn't want to drink watery rice porridge every day. If he knew the situation at home, he wouldn't deliberately complain about anything, but it was also uncomfortable to always be hungry at night.