Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

But considering that Qixi Festival is not a long-lasting festival, and they are already hot from eating maocai and hotpot, and hanging red cloth will make it even hotter.

So he wisely gave up the idea and went to buy flowers instead, which he thought was the most practical thing.

Maybe it’s because it’s a holiday, or maybe it’s because of the discounts, there are more people coming to the store than usual. Although most people still eat cold noodles and cold skin, it seems more lively with more people.

At lunch time, Li Mofu ordered a lot of dishes and waited for Lu Mingyun to come and eat hot pot. Although the weather was very hot, he would eat it even if he died of heat!

Lu Mingyun was being rather flashy today, with his hair tied up and a jade ring headband, and even his clothes were a bright and flashy dark blue.

"Are you going to have a drink today?" Li Mofu stared at Lu Mingyun and asked.

Lu Mingyun raised his eyebrows, "Why do you say that?"

"Because you look so exaggerated today, don't you feel hot?" Li Mofu blinked and asked again.

Lu Mingyun hummed twice and fanned himself twice, "This Luoshan is cooler."

Li Mofu stretched out his tone and said "oh". He felt hot even when wearing a silk shirt. He felt coolest when he took a cold shower without wearing any.

"Where are you going later?" Lu Mingyun asked.

Li Mofu started to put his favorite braised pork into the pot and said, "Let's go to the street to watch a play."

"Watch a play? Oh, the one on the next street?" Lu Mingyun asked.

Li Mofu nodded. It was time to eat. Guozi was fanning him diligently, and Mozhu opposite him did the same.

But it was still hot. Li Mofu's face turned red from eating. He wiped the sweat off his face with his handkerchief over and over again, and rolled up his sleeves, like a farmer about to go to the fields.

Lu Mingyun was also feeling hot, and he really wanted to ask why he had to eat this thing in such hot weather, but when he saw the glowing expression in Li Mofu's eyes, he didn't dare to say anything more, for fear of being disliked.

So Young Master Lu could only choose to eat less to control his body temperature and not make himself too embarrassed. On such a beautiful day, he still hoped to look decent.

After eating the spicy hotpot, Li Mofu rested in the private room for a long time. He drank two cups of herbal tea before he felt a little relieved of the heat.

"Let's go! Watch the show!"

Li Mofu, who had regained his energy, picked up his hat and said excitedly, "Lu Mingyun looked outside. It was still some time before night, so it might be a good time to go for a walk now."

The street where the stage was set up was very lively. Many children came out and there were many vendors on both sides of the street.

Perhaps in order to take advantage of the festival to please the women they like, many men come in and out of jewelry stores, rouge stores, clothing stores, and cloth shops.

Li Mofu liked this lively scene. Many women gathered together to stroll on the street. Most of the young women followed a few older ones to see the world.

"Look, sir, the show has already started!" Guozi said in a low voice.

Li Mofu looked towards the place where the most people were, and saw that there were indeed a few actors singing something on the stage.

When I got closer, I saw that quite a few people were already gathered around the stage, staring intently at the performance. There were even chairs available for guests in the front.

"Which opera troupe is this?" Li Mofu asked Guozi in a low voice. He remembered the stories he made up to scare people before, which were half true and half false.

"It's the haunted opera troupe from before." Guozi replied in a low voice.

Li Mofu grimaced, recalling a bad memory, "Don't they feel like they're losing out by performing like this?"

"Weren't they haunted before?" Guozi continued, "It's said that this was specifically proposed by the troupe owner. He probably wanted to do something good to wash away the bad luck, and then ask for some money for food and drinks after the performance."

"Oh~" Li Mofu nodded.

The stage, props, costumes, music, and actors were all provided by the troupe itself. Li Mofu didn't quite understand what they were singing, but he could barely understand that this was a story about you loving me, I loving him, and he loving her.

However, this kind of open performance is still relatively "positive", mainly to spread the correct views on love and marriage in this era, especially on such festivals.

So the women here are almost all devoted, and only the men have to choose between loving this and that.

After all, in this era, men could have three wives and six concubines, but if a woman cheated on her husband, she would be punished with a stick, and in serious cases, she would be thrown into a pig cage.

In an era when there was not much knowledge dissemination, those in power controlled the thoughts of most people through operas, poems, nursery rhymes, and storybooks.

Li Mofu stood there and watched for a long time. It was a cloudy day today, so everyone was reluctant to leave. These kinds of entertainment were rarely available to them.

"So the ending of this story is that the man chooses to marry one and take one in as his wife, and take them all in?" Li Mofu asked speechlessly with a frown.

Guozi fanned himself and nodded, "Yes, sir."

Li Mofu grinned for a long time. The troupe in front of him had already started collecting tips with baskets. "I don't like this kind of story. I won't give you any money."

"Then what kind of stories do you like?" Lu Mingyun didn't say anything, just observing him.

Li Mofu suddenly said in a strong voice, "If it's a love story, I naturally like stories that are funny and loyal."

Lu Mingyun looked at him and nodded, "So what kind do you like?"

"I don't know." Li Mofu said as he walked out.

"How could I not know?" Lu Mingyun just felt that Li Mofu was perfunctorily answering him, saying he didn't know every time he asked.

"Although I don't know what I like, I know what I don't like," said Li Mofu.

"...What kind of thing do you dislike?" Lu Mingyun asked silently.

"I don't like you asking questions all the time." Li Mofu said mercilessly.