Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

In this way, the mushrooms will not get wet from the night dew, and the residual heat from the stove will dry the moisture inside the mushrooms.

Just as Wang Qing'er lay down, Mu Nan came in after taking a shower.

He wore only a thin undergarment, which vaguely revealed his strong, muscular chest.

The man exuded a slight moisture, like the morning mist, and his entire body was filled with a charming aura of hormones.

Wang Qing'er couldn't help but swallow, thinking to herself, "Those muscles are so strong! They must have eight-pack abs, right? They must feel amazing to touch!"

At this moment, Mu Nan had no idea that his little wife was already drooling over his body and wished she could touch him a few times.

He blew out the candle and lay quietly by the bed. Wang Qing'er gently covered him with the blanket, but found that Mu Nan was too far away and the blanket was not enough. "Brother Mu Nan, move over a little. There's not enough blanket for you."

Mu Nan obediently moved his body inside, and Wang Qing'er immediately got up and pulled the outer quilt up for him.

At this moment, Wang Qing'er was almost entirely pressed against Mu Nan, her soft and delicate body like a flower petal in a gentle breeze, lightly caressing his chest.

He caught a whiff of the delicate fragrance emanating from Wang Qing'er, and his body instantly stiffened. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, as if he were trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

“We’re married now, I can…” He swallowed hard, dismissing the thought from his mind.

"I heard she was reluctant before, so let's get to know each other for a while first."

Wang Qing'er had no idea that her unintentional action would make the man beside her so irresistible, stirring up a storm in his long-dormant heart and giving rise to the thought of taking her right there and then.

She even brought up the matter of going up the mountain tomorrow with him, saying, "Brother Mu Nan, I still want to go up the mountain tomorrow."

"You should rest well at home tomorrow. How can your body handle climbing mountains with me every day?" Mu Nan was full of worry, afraid that her small body would not be able to bear the burden.

"I'm not tired at all. The mushrooms might open up even if I pick them a day later, so I need to hurry up and pick as many as possible." Wang Qing'er pulled the blanket a little closer to Mu Nan and moved her body closer to him.

Mu Nan felt the warmth of his young wife's body and couldn't help but swallow. He said with doting affection, "Then so be it. Get some rest."

"Okay, Mu Nan, sweet dreams!" Wang Qing'er turned around happily, her back to Mu Nan.

A charming smile bloomed on Mu Nan's face. He turned to gaze at the back of his wife's head for a moment, then unconsciously moved his body a little closer to her.

Half-asleep, Wang Qing'er sensed a hot breath coming towards her and couldn't help but lean back, lying directly into a warm embrace.

Mu Nan also embraced her tightly without any hesitation, closed his eyes contentedly, and drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Wang Cuiying got up again to steam buns for Old Man Mu and his son to take on the road.

Early in the morning, Wang Qing'er came to the kitchen and immediately saw the steaming buckwheat buns in the steamer. "Mom, why did you steam so many buns so early?"

“Your father and second son have to go to the town market before dawn. I need to make sure they have a good meal before they go, and I also need to bring them some food for the way back.”

"Mom, I'll help you next time." Wang Qing'er thought to herself, whether she actually did it or not, it's always good to say something nice.

"No need. You young people need to sleep a lot. If you don't get enough sleep, you'll be tired all day. Hurry up and grab a few steamed buns. They'll taste better when they're hot. I even saved a small bowl of the leftover rabbit meat from yesterday for you."

Wang Cuiying gently lifted the pot lid, as if unveiling a mysterious treasure box. A steaming bowl of fragrant rabbit meat and a small bowl of mushroom soup were presented to Wang Qing'er.

"Mother, are these all for me? Have you all eaten?"

"Yes, I've eaten everything."

Wang Qing'er, like a cheerful little bird, rushed to the stove and quickly devoured her breakfast.

"Qing'er, are you going to the mountains with Mu Nan again today?"

"Hmm, where is Brother Mu Nan?" She suddenly realized that she hadn't seen her husband since she got up, so she asked.

"He's tilling the soil in the back garden. The vegetables in the garden have all been picked and sold these past few days, and he's turning the soil over to plant other vegetables."

"Oh."

Just as Wang Qing'er finished eating, Mu Nan returned carrying a hoe. "Brother Mu Nan, I'm done eating. I'll go get the mushrooms and then we'll set off."

"Qing'er, if you're going up the mountain, you should leave early. I'll take the mushrooms out to dry." Wang Cuiying said loudly from the kitchen.

The couple, carrying baskets on their backs, resembled two moving hills as they embarked on their journey up the mountain once again.

Wang Qing'er even brought a burlap sack today, like a wise person who plans ahead, thinking that if the basket can't hold it all, the sack will come in handy.

Upon reaching the mountain, Mu Nan first went to check the traps she had set the day before. However, the traps were empty; she had not caught any wild game.

However, the bamboo shoots were like a group of naughty children, crowding most of the basket, and the mushrooms they picked were even more than yesterday, as if they were a generous gift from nature.

The two walked through a bamboo forest, where small bamboo shoots were as numerous as stars, but Mu Nan remained unmoved upon seeing them.

Seeing that he ignored the bamboo shoots, Wang Qing'er became anxious and quickly called out to Mu Nan, "Brother Mu Nan, don't you eat these bamboo shoots?"

Mu Nan said dismissively, "It's too small, no one will eat it."

Wang Qing'er looked at Mu Nan with pleading eyes and said, "I've eaten bamboo shoots before, they're so delicious, shall we go pick some?"

"Okay." Mu Nan had never tasted bamboo shoots before, so he readily agreed when his wife wanted to break them apart.

Unexpectedly, once Wang Qing'er started breaking bamboo shoots, she was like a wild horse that couldn't be stopped.

She filled Mu Nan's basket to the brim and kept breaking it apart.

The crisp, melodious sound of bamboo shoots breaking is like heavenly music, not only relieving stress but also somewhat addictive.

Before long, the ground was covered with small bamboo shoots, as if it were a sea of ​​bamboo shoots.

Mu Nan followed behind, constantly filling the burlap sack with bamboo shoots. In no time, she had filled it to the brim and tied two large bundles of them. "Qing'er, that's enough. We can't carry any more back."

Wang Qing'er reluctantly stopped and went down the mountain, turning back every few steps.

The sun is shining brightly today, and the mushrooms picked yesterday are already half-dried.

Seeing that it was still early and the bamboo forest wasn't far from home, she pestered Mu Nan to go with her to pick bamboo shoots. Mu Nan had no choice but to accompany her up the mountain again.

This time, Mu Nan carried two huge baskets, filled to the brim, but the bamboo forest was too big and there were too many bamboo shoots, so she hadn't finished picking them yet.

Wang Qing'er was completely baffled. How could such a delicious dish go unnoticed?

She even wanted Mu Nan to dig up some bamboo and plant it by the yard.