I raised a husband in ancient times

The 70 taels of silver bills were placed on the same Eight Immortals table, and the four of them sat in a circle, frowning tightly, and those who didn't know thought they were doing magic work.

"Hey, this money is easy to make, I am a little uneasy, Ah Bao, didn't you learn it from the chef? Is it appropriate to sell it to others without people's consent?"

The two dishes are so expensive, isn't it just like this and that?

Lu's mother was greedy for the 70 taels, but she wanted to rest assured that if her son secretly sold someone else's recipe, it would be unkind.

"Mother, don't worry, these dishes are not made by stealing teachers, and there will be no jail time."

Tracing back to the source, it’s really hard to say who created these dishes. It can only be said that they gathered the wisdom of the working people. He just borrowed the light of later generations and moved them to the history they recorded.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Before Lu Yiming left for the expedition, Father Lu was the pillar of the family. There is no doubt about it. After Yiming came back, Father Lu noticed his behavior in the past few days. I only need to sum it up in four words: admiration.

The 16-year-old Yiming would only follow behind him, he would do whatever he said, dull and immature.

Yiming, who was 21, was big-minded, steady and sophisticated, and he was a completely different person from before. He was already able to shoulder the burden of the whole family. He was both gratified and distressed. He must have suffered a lot to grow up to this point.

"What are your plans for the 70 taels?"

A family who is accustomed to living a poor life suddenly has a lot of money, and they don't know what to do. They have a simple idea, use a few taels of it for daily expenses, and deposit the rest in the bank steadily, and they can also charge some interest, which is safe and stable. Just a little.

Young people have different ideas. If Yiming has other uses, they will support it.

Lu Yiming had no other thoughts for the time being. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered the water dripping from the rain before: "I want to tidy up the house, and it's best to build a new one."

The cost of building a farm house will not be too high, he budgeted 30 taels.

The style of the houses here is too simple, there was no money to take care of it before, and since there is no urgent need for it now, it is appropriate to use the silver to build a house.

This pure natural mud grass and mud, once it rains, is simply a nightmare on earth.

The mud sticks to the soles of your shoes when you walk, and you have to go all over the world with it. There are also many gifts from nature when you eat. Seeing that people have no soup, they gather on the roof to pour you a spoonful.

Although the other three felt that there was nothing wrong with this room, since Yiming mentioned it, they followed his advice.

Lu Yiming is a computer student, and he has taken a lot of house modeling orders outside of class, and has already formed various styles of architectural diagrams in his mind, and now he only needs to follow his own preferences.

The design drawings were self-made by Lu Yiming. The construction of the house was not a small project. It would not take much effort to simply build a house. Keep improving. Now that it is done, the new house must be taken into account to avoid the heat in summer and protect it from the cold in winter.

Just do what you say, and this busyness is from afternoon until late at night.

The little guy sat beside him, pounding his stiff shoulders from time to time.

The blueprints are getting more and more refined. Pei Xing is very energetic and doesn't feel sleepy at all. Now that the work is finally finished, he is looking at him adoringly, his lips are slightly parted in shock. Lu Yiming is in a good mood and secretly proud of himself .

"Huh—husband is too powerful!"

When Pei Xing got excited, his voice couldn't stop raising his voice. After he finished speaking, he immediately covered his mouth and rolled his eyes, for fear of disturbing the sleeping elders next door.

Lu Yiming was pleased by Pei Xing's praise and expression, but he still said lightly on his face: "Okay, wash up and go to sleep."

The design drawing has been completed, and the start of construction has to wait until after the autumn harvest and the completion of threshing in the village before recruiting manpower.

******

In the past few days, the villagers have been dispatched in full force, rushing to collect bundles of sun-dried rice and take them home to thresh.

"Brother Star!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Pei Xing quickly raised his head from the busy rice tying, and turned his head in the direction of the sound happily: "Brother Shu! You're back?!"

The person with a big belly waved at Pei Xing from afar.

Brother Shu's surname is Li, and his single name is Shu, who is only separated from Aunt Song's house by a wall.

When Pei Xing was married to Wuhe Village back then, when he met Mrs. Song who was messing around, Brother Shu, who was the same age as him, couldn't stand it and came forward to help him out.

Brother Shu is lively and not good at needlework, so he often comes to ask him for advice. When he is bullied, Brother Shu steps forward, coming and going again and again, and the two gradually become acquainted.

In November last year, Brother Shu, who turned [-], married a merchant in the town. The two families are baby relatives. When he came back to see Brother Shu with a rosy complexion, he thought it was a happy life. Pei Xing was really happy for him.

At the beginning of this year, Brother Shu also told him that he didn't know when he would be able to conceive, but when he returned to the village now, looking at the shape of his belly, he might have it soon after the spring.

"Brother Xing, miss me!" Brother Shu hugged Pei Xing, who carefully avoided his round belly, for fear of bumping into him.

In this embracing posture, Lu Yiming only took one look, and his eyes focused on Li Shu's two hands behind Pei Xing's back. No matter how uncomfortable it looked.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, looked over Li Shu's shoulder, and looked at the man protecting Li Shu, who nodded to him.

"How many months?"

Pei Xing didn't dare to touch the belly with his hands, for fear that if he accidentally punctured the belly, the other party would perform an unloading on the spot.

"It's less than six months, and I'll give birth in the middle of next month."

Brothers can usually give birth in seven months, which saves three months of suffering and increases the risk of childbirth. In this dynasty with low medical technology, many people died of dystocia.

"Congratulations! Brother Shu will be a father soon!"

Thinking of something, Pei Xing leaned closer to the other party's ear in a low voice: "The script you said last time, can you... Can you let me read it?"

Pei Xing blushed in embarrassment, and didn't dare to turn her head to look at Lu Yiming at all. Her husband probably didn't hear her so softly just now.

Brother Shu's gaze flicked back and forth between Brother Xing and Lu Yiming, with a playful look on his face.

The two actually saw each other right, but didn't Lu Yiming like Song Yan before?

In the past, Lu Yiming had a good reputation in the village, but he couldn't stand the gap of five years. Who knows if it will change.

He was a little worried about Brother Xing, afraid that he would be wronged.

But just now, Lu Yiming was extremely proficient in taking the rice from Brother Xing's hand, so the two of them get along pretty well.

"Okay, I'll go back to town next time, and I'll ask someone to bring it to you. I used the movements on pages 16 and No. [-] to get pregnant. You should assess your ability to bear it and do what you can."

Brother Shu didn't describe it in detail, but these were enough for Pei Xing to blush, and hurriedly muffled his louder and louder voice, and at the same time turned his head and glanced at her husband quickly, and moved away with a guilty conscience.

"Thank you, Brother Tree!"

"It's such a small matter, why are you being polite, maybe next year, both of our children will be able to dig mud in the ground."

Playing with mud is unrealistic, and the implied meaning is very clear.

It was not easy for the pregnant woman to stand for a long time, and after a while, the two got up and said goodbye.

After walking not far away, the smiling face that was still on Brother Shu's face collapsed in an instant, and his tone was weak: "Do you think Brother Xing and Lu Yiming can make it?"

The man remembered the other party's focused eyes before, and said firmly: "Yes."

Brother Shu only thought that his husband was comforting him, but he still breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, silently wishing Brother Xing in his heart.

After saying goodbye, seeing the backs of the two leaving each other, Pei Xing touched his belly, thinking to himself, he doesn't know when he will be able to pretend to be a baby.

The other party's small movements naturally couldn't avoid Lu Yiming's gaze. He noticed that Pei Xing had been covering his stomach quietly since seeing Brother Shu.

Not long after lunch now, logically speaking, there is still some time before the digestion is finished, but he still asked with concern: "Are you, your stomach is bloated?"

******

After the work was over, Pei Xing was sulking all the way, not wanting to talk to his husband, this elm head, what exactly does he have to do to be enlightened.

Lu Yiming didn't understand why the little guy was so quiet today, wouldn't his stomach really hurt?

After entering the room, he quietly sat beside Pei Xing, with his big hands attached to his belly, transferring heat through his clothes.

It's not a stomachache, could it be...?

His thick eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and it was a little hard to say. After a while, he still ignored him when he saw people, and he asked with a troubled face: "You, is your aunt here?"