After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Remove the bark, split the pine wood in half with a frame saw, measure the lines with a plumb line, split it into a dozen wooden boards, and then polish them carefully.

He Zhan and A'mo were busy in the yard, while Song Huiling sat on a stone bench, resting her head on one hand and holding a brush in the other, designing the style of the stall she wanted on paper.

With a general idea in his head, the design was not difficult. In order to facilitate He Zhan's production, Song Huiling drew it very carefully and it took him a full half hour to fill in all the details.

It would take a short while to complete making the bed. Song Huiling had finished, while He Zhan and A'mo had just started.

The weather will be hot in a while. It is easy to get sick of eating soup cakes in hot weather. I guess the business will not be very good if I continue to set up a stall to sell soup cakes.

Song Huiling plans to sell snacks. A serving of snacks paired with a cup of tea can fill the stomach and relieve greasiness. The key is that it is less labor-intensive than making soup cakes.

After putting away the drawings, Song Huiling went to the kitchen and soaked a small pot of mung beans.

She planned to soak the mung beans overnight, let them absorb enough water and swell, and then try to make some mung bean cakes tomorrow.

If successful, she will go to the mountains to pick some wild tea leaves, fry them and sell them together with mung bean cakes.

By the time the night fell, only one of the two beds had been completed, and the other would take another half a day.

Working at night would disturb people's sleep, so He Zhan had to give up even if he wanted to start working overnight.

It was just a bed. He Zhan didn't want to sleep with A'mo, so when it was time to go to bed, he took a straw mat and went to the woodshed to sleep on the floor.

At night, a figure sneaked in.

The heavy wooden door was pushed open, and bright moonlight poured in.

He Zhan opened his eyes alertly and saw a slender figure slowly walking towards him. He pretended nothing had happened and slowly closed his eyes again.

Song Huiling walked over slowly, squatted down, picked up a thick coat hanging on his arm, and gently covered He Zhan with it.

The night was dark and the man's breathing was quiet and steady. She stretched out her finger as if possessed by a ghost and gently touched the protruding Adam's apple on his neck, then quickly retracted her hand.

Seeing how soundly he was sleeping, I couldn't help but murmur softly, "He can still sleep like this, he's such a rough man." I still have to go to the city tomorrow to buy some more bedding.

He squatted and looked at He Zhan for a while. Just as he was about to stand up, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand stretched out from the darkness. He felt dizzy and fell into a strong and warm embrace.

Song Huiling's heartbeat quickened and she cried out in surprise at the bottom of her voice.

He Zhan wrapped his big hand around Song Huiling's slender waist, holding her tightly in his arms, and chuckled softly, "My lady, since you are here, why don't you sleep with your husband for a while before leaving?"

"Stop it." Song Huiling lay on He Zhan, helplessly pressing her hands against his hard chest. She wanted to get up, but the big hand behind her held her tightly, making her unable to move.

At this moment, He Zhan's other big hand tightly clasped the back of her neck, the distance between them instantly became narrow, and Song Huiling was forced to have her nose touch He Zhan's.

The unique aggressive aura of a man dominated every inch of the air around her. Every shallow breath Song Huiling took seemed to carry the strong smell of male hormones.

The air around became scorching hot and sultry. In this atmosphere, it was hard to believe that nothing would happen.

In the darkness, no one knew who took the initiative first. Song Huiling only knew that her defenses were being broken down inch by inch, and her body was as soft as a pool of spring water.

The two people's breath intertwined, lingering and gradually becoming disordered.

It was not until Song Huiling's eyes were blurred and she couldn't breathe that He Zhan restrained himself and let her go. His deep voice was tinged with hoarseness: "I'll spare you this time. We'll talk after you recover."

The burning look on Song Huiling's face almost burned her through, and she was too embarrassed to say a single word in response.

She didn't dare stay any longer, so she forced herself to get up and fled from the woodshed in a panic.

Looking at her hastily fleeing figure, He Zhan was in a very good mood. The fragrance lingering around his nose had not completely dissipated, making him feel itchy.

He suddenly felt that his previous remarks had been too pretentious. The feeling of having a beautiful woman in his arms was something that even a saint would find difficult to control.

Song Huiling returned to the west room and tried to make as little noise as possible, but she still alarmed Yang when she went to bed.

Yang opened her eyes a little and asked dazedly, "Hui Ling, where have you been in the middle of the night?"

Song Huiling's heart was still beating fast and she felt too guilty to speak easily. She just closed her eyes and said nothing.

Yang yawned, turned over and fell asleep. It seemed that she was dreaming.

Hearing Yang's breathing gradually become steady, Song Huiling felt relieved.

Ever since he said he liked her, He Zhan's behavior has become more and more excessive.

She raised her hand, placed it on her heart, and pressed down gently, but she didn't seem to reject this feeling.

It was just that she had a hard time adapting to the sudden intimacy...

The next day.

As the morning light began to appear, the sound of planing wood chips could be heard in the yard.

Yang got up before Song Huiling. After drinking a few bowls of water boiled with Fenghan grass yesterday, she felt much lighter and her pale face looked a little rosy.

When she heard that Song Huiling was going to the city to purchase mattresses, she followed him.

When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law returned from the city, the other bed had been completed.

There were only two bedrooms in the house. In order to make another bedroom for A'mo, Yang moved all the firewood and sundries in the woodroom into the kitchen.

The small bed was moved into the woodshed, and the other large bed was placed in the east room.

After lunch, He Zhanma did not stop and continued to make the small cabinet that Song Huiling wanted.

Song Huiling took a short rest for a quarter of an hour and then started to busy himself with his own affairs.

The mung beans that have been soaked overnight have already expanded slightly. Rub and wash them, remove the bean skins and steam them in a steamer.

After it is cooked, use a rolling pin to crush it into a paste. The mung beans are fresh and fragrant. Heat oil in a pan, add the crushed bean paste and sugar, and stir-fry slowly over low heat. The mist will evaporate until the mung bean paste becomes dry. You can feel a crunchy touch when you roll it with two fingers.

Song Huiling took a sip while it was still hot. The tender, rich bean aroma had just the right amount of sweetness. It melted in the mouth and was fragrant but not greasy.

Just as she was looking at the pot of slowly cooking mung bean paste, she remembered one thing: she was still missing a mold to press the mung bean paste!

She used a wooden spoon to press out a small piece of simple mung bean cake, walked to the yard and stopped in front of He Zhan, and when He Zhan looked up at her, she suddenly stuffed the mung bean cake into his mouth.

His lips were gently touched by soft fingertips. He Zhan's eyes darkened and he said in a low voice with a hint of indulgence, "If someone is too attentive to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Song Huiling smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

He Zhan nodded.

Song Huiling said with a hint of regret: "It is delicious, but it is a pity. It would be more delicious if it were pressed more tightly with a mold."

He Zhan heard this, bent his knuckles and tapped her forehead lightly: "Why are you so thoughtful, girl? If you want me to do hard labor, just say so."