Divorce her scumbag husband, marry the war king, and the hot wife gets rich through her spatial abil

Meng Fei turned and left. Xiao Nan appeared in the courtyard. She looked up at the stars in the sky and sighed softly.

"Longlong".

“Master, I am here.”

“During the day, in front of the villagers, we collect the well water as soon as it comes out. Even if we don’t have water, we can’t let them have water to drink.”

"Master, don't worry, I'll take care of this. The space is large enough that they can go without water for a few days."

"Can't you move the water somewhere else?"

"Oh my, I'm so funny."

Xiao Nan curled his lips. He thought the world of ordinary people was simple, but he didn't expect it to be just as full of conflict.

At noon, Meng Fei did not return. Grandma and Xiao Nan ate their meal absentmindedly. Just as they were cleaning up, Meng Fei returned, covered in sweat, followed by several burly men carrying well-drilling tools. They all entered through the back door so that no one in the village would see them.

Upon seeing this, the old woman immediately perked up and busied herself lighting a fire to boil water for them.

Meng Fei was very thoughtful. He said, "There's no need to cook. We bought some steamed buns to eat on the way, boil some water to drink, and prepare dinner in the evening. The well diggers can stay on the wasteland behind."

Xiao Nan asked, "How much silver does it cost to dig a well?"

“I’ll pay for it. The person who dug the well is a friend of mine, so it won’t cost much.”

"Oh, then I'll prepare dinner."

"Yes, regular meals are fine, no need to make so many special dishes."

"Ok."

Xiao Nan and the old woman followed Meng Fei to the backyard. Meng Fei found a suitable spot, and the group put down their tools and started digging a well without taking a break.

Xiao Nan's gaze swept over each well-driller, his eyes flickering as he looked at the muscles on their arms.

Judging from their walking posture and their hands, it can be seen that these people, like Meng Fei, have a foundation in martial arts.

Not simple.

When those people saw Xiao Nan looking them over, they all smiled awkwardly at her. Some called her sister-in-law, and some called her brother's wife. Xiao Nan glanced at Meng Fei, who gave her an unnatural smile.

"You guys are busy, I'll go cook for you."

She said a word and left, and the old woman quickly followed behind her, her face beaming with joy.

"Hehe, now our family will have our own well, so we won't have to dig one outside anymore. That must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Xiao Nan said nonchalantly, "His friends don't need to spend much money, just meals will suffice."

"I didn't expect Xiaofei to have so many friends."

"A hunter, after all, has to make a move after catching his prey, so he has to know a few people."

"That's right, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"He said to order whatever you like, so let's make something simple: stew a pot of meat and vegetables, steamed buns as the staple food, and you can make some rice porridge."

"Okay, let me pour this pot of water into a basin and then I'll start boiling it."

Xiao Nan took out a piece of pork belly from his spatial storage, cut it into thick slices, and took out two large heads of cabbage. He also took a handful of glass noodles; these shouldn't be too conspicuous.

After preparing a small bowl of meat, a large bowl of cabbage, and a handful of vermicelli, I checked the sky and saw it was still early. I washed my hands and looked at the vegetables in the flowerpots.

He opened the front door again, glanced at the village well in the distance, and at the villagers guarding the well, and hummed softly.

A little while later, someone came to fetch water, but when the bucket was lowered, there was no sound of the bucket hitting the water, so they looked down.

Upon discovering that there was no reflection of water in the water, they shouted.

"Who drew all the water? There's no water left! Where's the water? Where's the water?"

The man guarding the well thought he was still half asleep, so he burst out laughing: "Hey, what are you yelling about? We're guarding this place, and hardly anyone's drawing water. Are you seeing things? Haha."

"No, no, don't believe me? See for yourselves!"

Several villagers gathered around and all looked down into the well.

"Oh my god, there really isn't any. Where's the water? How could it be gone? Someone was watching over us last night. Even if Wang Po's family came to fetch water, they couldn't possibly have used it all up. Not to mention, we haven't even seen a soul in their house. It's like a ghost has appeared."

"Quickly, go and tell the village chief about this."

Upon hearing the news, the village chief ran over, panting, and appeared at the well. He peered into the well.

When I saw the empty bottom of the well, my head was buzzing.

He thought the strange fire was over, but then the well water suddenly disappeared. He felt dizzy and fainted, and the villagers carried him back home.

Xiao Nan watched this scene, smiled, turned around, closed the door, and went back to cook.

Meng Fei was in the backyard, helping to dig a well. When he came to the kitchen to bring water to the workers, his eyes flickered when he saw the cabbage and vermicelli in the basin. He didn't say anything and left.

There aren't any Chinese cabbages this season, but the quality is still excellent.

Forget about vermicelli, I've never even seen it before. Where did my wife get it? Did she buy it from a smuggler again?

That merchant was really skilled.

Xiao Nan dared to bring it out because she wasn't afraid of people making wild guesses. If she didn't say anything, no one would know, and they wouldn't be able to guess even if they racked their brains.

As darkness fell, Meng Fei led the workers back to the front yard. The food was ready, and two tables were set up. On each table was a large basin filled with steamed buns. When Xiao Nan saw them return, he and the old woman served the dishes and soup.

Each person gets a large bowl of stew, and can eat as many steamed buns and drink as much soup as they like.

After washing their hands and faces, everyone sat down. The food looked simple, but the aroma had already filled their noses.

One by one, they swallowed hard as the old woman placed the dishes in front of them.

"Eat up. I've been working on this all afternoon. There's meat, vegetables, and the vermicelli my daughter mentioned. Eat it with steamed buns. If you're thirsty, there's rice porridge. If you need more, just scoop some out from the pot."

"Thank you, Grandma."

They picked up their bowls, took a bite with their chopsticks, and immediately grabbed a steamed bun and began to eat it in silence.

Meng Fei also picked up a steamed bun, filled it with vegetables, and savored it carefully. He thought it was a simple dish, but he didn't expect it to be so delicious. The meat was fatty but not greasy, the cabbage was soft and chewy, and the vermicelli was especially smooth and chewy. With the steamed bun and rice soup, it was very satisfying.

No wonder they weren't saying anything, they were just eating non-stop, it was so delicious.

He couldn't help but look up at Xiao Nan, only to see her eating elegantly, not at all like a farmer. What kind of family was she born into?

After the meal, the workers went to the back and built a shed on the wasteland. Xiao Nan was worried that they would be bitten by mosquitoes, so he took out a few mosquito coils from his space, lit them, and asked Meng Fei to put them next to their shed.

Meng Fei held the mosquito coil and looked at it for a while before slowly going to the back.

When he returned, he asked Xiao Nan, "Are there any more? There are quite a few mosquitoes in my room too."

Xiao Nan frowned. It wasn't that she was stingy, but she had applied mosquito repellent to the walls of his room before, so there wouldn't be any mosquitoes all summer. She had also applied it to her and her grandmother's room, so there was no way there could be any mosquitoes there. But she still gave him a plate.

So, when he went to bed that night, Meng Fei held the dark mosquito coil and looked at it for a long time, occasionally smelling it.

Finally, wrap the mosquito coil in a cloth and carefully place it aside.

The longer he stayed in this house, the more strange things happened. The old lady was fine, but his daughter-in-law had so many tricks up her sleeve that he couldn't keep up.

The village chief, however, was pinched on the philtrum by his family and it took him quite a while to wake up.

He stared at the roof for a long time, then yelled and fainted again. He was revived, but when he woke up, he was like a madman, never speaking again, just staring at the roof.

That night, the village chief's family did not sleep peacefully; Mrs. Feng sat by the kang (a heated brick bed) and cried the whole time.

The next day, early in the morning, Feng stormed to the gate of Wang Po's house and started smashing the door with a stone while cursing.

"You wretch, open the door! Your whole family is a menace, ruining the peace of Ping'an Village! Open the door, open the door!"