Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

After solving the three people outside the door and comforting the honest maid at home, Li Haitang took a look at the sky, the sun was not so hot, she put away the quilts in the courtyard to dry.

After the quilt is dried, the cotton inside is fluffy and soft, and it has a sun-dried smell.

Li Haitang went into the house and made the bed, folded the inner clothes neatly, and then went to the kitchen.

With the savage husband around, Wufu couldn't get in his way, so she was anxious on the sidelines. She was eager to express herself now, and she was the irreplaceable number one maid.

"Wu Fu, you are free, go and tidy up the firewood room."

Li Haitang rubbed her forehead. She wanted to let Wu Fu rest, but Wu Fu looked like he was about to cry, thinking that he was rejected. In this case, she can only find some work without work.

"Ma'am, I'm going right now!"

After receiving the instruction, Wu Fu took small steps and ran out the door happily.

In the kitchen, Xiao Lingchuan had already chopped the stuffing. He was kneading the dough with a layer of white flour on his hands.

Ordinary people's homes mostly eat rough noodles, which are slightly black, making dumplings are like dead noodles, and the noodle tanks at home are full of fine white noodles.

"Husband, let me help you roll the skin."

After Li Haitang finished speaking, he rolled up his arms and sleeves, cleaned his hands first, then dabbed some flour with his hands, and took advantage of the savage husband's unpreparedness, stood on tiptoe, and wiped it on his face.

Da Qi regards men as gentle and handsome as their beauty, and when white covers all ugliness, his own husband loses in skin color.

If you paint your face with makeup, can you become a scholar? She is very curious.

It stands to reason that in the face of a sudden attack, Xiao Lingchuan would be very vigilant and withdraw, but he never defended his wife, Li Haitang suddenly leaned forward, instead of dodging, he embraced her in his arms.

As a result, Xiao Lingchuan was wiped straight, his face was as white as snow.

He didn't expect his wife to make such a move, so he froze in place.

"Hahaha, husband, you..."

A tall figure with a small white face, the point is, his neck is a dark wheat color, and there is a difference in color between the two places, which looks very funny.

Xiao Lingchuan blinked, and the flour on the long eyelashes fell rustlingly.

"Like an opera singer!"

What made Li Haitang dumbfounded was his expression, his cold and paralyzed face, he might not understand why she did this suddenly.

"Hey, have fun."

Li Haitang explained that just as she was about to continue talking, she was smeared with flour by her husband, and the couple looked at each other in blank dismay, speechless.

"Master, madam, you..."

Wu Fu reckoned that there wasn't much firewood in the basket in the kitchen, so she carried the firewood into the door, shivered a bit when she saw this, and almost threw the things in her hand away.

That is to say, she is very courageous, otherwise she must think that it is haunted in broad daylight.

"We're singing, yes, singing."

Seeing Wu Fu blocking the door, Li Haitang shook his sleeves and said in an awkward voice, "The birds on the trees are in pairs, the green water and green mountains are smiling..."

After she finished singing, she thought about it, and "The Husband and Wife Return Home" seemed very suitable for the days in the mountains with the savage husband.

Green mountains and green waters, carrying water to irrigate the garden, flying together in the world.

"Wufu, how is my singing?"

Li Haitang is complacent, he has a bit of talent in this area.

Modern popular music can't grasp the rhythm well and go out of tune. It's much easier to sing big dramas. It's okay to forget the tune.

Wufu lowered her head in shame and covered her mouth with her hands. She would not lie, but to tell the truth, she would definitely hurt Madam.

"I can sing pretty well, and the lines are also good."

Li Haitang gave Wu Fu a strange look, and continued to ask patiently.

Wu Fu thought about it, and she couldn't lie against her conscience. Thinking of this, she looked panic-stricken, turned her head and ran away.

"What's wrong with her?"

Li Haitang asked his savage husband, it must be the white flour on his face, which was so horrible that Wu Fu was frightened.

Xiao Lingchuan: ...Young lady is really good at throwing blame!

The couple quarreled in the kitchen for a while, and started making dumplings after cleaning their faces. After a while, the curtain was full of ingot dumplings.

After the hot water was boiled, the dumplings were placed, the couple had a hearty meal, and left most of the rest for the maid, Wufu.

The afternoon passed in a flash, the sun was westward, and the sky was dyed a fiery red, against the background of the dead trees, white snow, and stone houses, which made the whole border town a bit more solemn.

The couple stood in the yard, watching the sunset hand in hand.

For about a quarter of an hour, the sky was getting darker, and the food of the surrounding people was fragrant, and occasional voices could be heard.

"Husband, let's go back to the house."

Li Haitang walked in front, and as soon as Xiao Lingchuan entered, she quickly hugged him and put her red lips on him.

She was very reluctant to leave for a day.

"Take care of yourself and send a letter to Yun Jinghong if you have something to do."

Xiao Lingchuan hugged his wife in his arms, sniffing the fragrance of her hair, said in a low voice.

"it is good."

Li Haitang agreed, and she walked to the table, opened the small package, and put the underwear in his hand, "I made this for you, quickly try to see if it fits."

Facing his wife's expectant eyes, Xiao Lingchuan turned his head, locked the door, then took off his coat, and took off the old inner coat one by one.

At this moment, Li Haitang was full of wild thoughts. If the petal dance performed by the girls in the city lord's mansion was changed to a striptease, it should be more beautiful.

Especially her husband, with clear lines of back muscles, she couldn't help touching them.

There is also a trouser bottom underneath, and it will be naked if you take it off.

"Miss, are you thinking again?"

There was still about an hour to leave, Xiao Lingchuan calculated the time and had some intimacy, it seemed there was enough time.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't admit it. Li Haitang was stubborn, but his eyes kept looking at his husband's lower body.

Xiao Lingchuan was provoked by such a trick of playing hard to get, he curled his lips and kissed his wife's neck.

Dry wood and fire, when touched together, are destined to burn blazingly, out of control.

"Well, husband..."

Li Haitang's eyes were misty, as if there was a mist in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly. Her yelling, like adding fuel to a raging fire, touched Xiao Lingchuan's nerves even more.

He picked him up by the waist and carefully hugged him on the bed...

At night, when Li Haitang woke up, she touched her side with her hand, and the other half was already cold.

Candles were burning in the room, and the savage husband must have left a light specially for fear that she would be afraid.

The sheets and quilts were changed again, and she blushed, as if she understood something.

Xiao Lingchuan is not around, leaving her alone, this feeling is quite bad, especially after she is pregnant, she is more dependent on him.

"Ma'am, are you awake?"

Wufu was at the door, holding a bowl of hot noodle soup, debating whether to enter or not.

"come in."

Li Haitang sat up, she fell asleep just now, and couldn't fall asleep for a while.

"The master said that you would wake up hungry in the middle of the night, so let me make a bowl of noodle soup." The noodle soup is made from chicken broth.