I raised a husband in ancient times

The atmosphere of dinner tonight is weird, Father Lu can't tell.

Mother Lu swallowed the last mouthful of rice, and teased someone who was about to bury her face in the rice bowl: "Brother Xing, does your stomach still hurt?"

Pei Xing's action of grilling the rice froze, he raised his head without looking sideways, he dared not move a little from the corner of his eye: "Mother, I, I'm fine."

"It's good that it's okay, just Yiming was so worried that he almost went to see Dr. Li."

Hearing this, his fading red crept up his cheeks again, and seeing that her husband didn't refute, he couldn't help but check the other's expression.

The gazes met unexpectedly, and the husband's affectionate peach blossom eyes stared straight at him, Pei Xing's thin pink circle instantly blurred into a crimson sunset glow, which lasted for a long time.

The soft kiss in the room just now seemed to be his illusion, and he couldn't help feeling annoyed why he pretended to be asleep and didn't reveal his feelings to her husband.

What does this kiss from your husband represent? Do you also like yourself?

Lu Yiming really didn't see someone hiding under the quilt at that time, and he raised his toes because of shyness. He didn't get a response after saying that sentence.

However, the eyelashes that were stained with drops of water fluttered slightly, and the eyeballs kept rolling, obviously hearing it.

He didn't bother to expose him, the kiss was involuntary, and he himself didn't know what kind of identity it was. If Xiaoxing asked at that time, he might not be able to give the other party the answer he wanted.

Evening is the time for daily reading and calligraphy. On weekdays, Pei Xing has already been quietly reviewing the knowledge he has learned on the table.

Now that Lu Yiming came out of the shower, the other party was still half-holding the brush, letting the ink drip down the pen tip onto the white paper without noticing it.

"God back."

Lu Yiming snapped his fingers in front of him, and the other party raised his hazy eyes, and the blurred eyes didn't know what he was thinking, even if he turned his head, his thoughts were still wandering.

He raised his hand to rub this little head, and said softly, "I don't feel well today, don't force it, go to sleep."

Pei Xing opened his mouth several times, wanting to explain, but didn't know how to start.

If you say you lied, will your husband think you are a liar and hate yourself?

Saying that I like my husband, if my husband doesn't mean it, how should I deal with myself in the future?

With these messy questions, he took a shower mechanically, and the belt of his underwear was not fastened. After lying down, Lu Yiming glanced casually, and he could see the leaked spring at a glance.

It was clearly late autumn, and he felt dry for no reason.

But the confused person didn't know it, he thought he was unaware, and moved his body secretly, like a slow snail, moving closer to him.

A small hand tugged at his sleeve under the quilt, and the voice slowly came: "Husband, my brother has no menstruation, and I, my stomach doesn't hurt."

"Yeah." Lu Yiming's voice was flat, and he couldn't hear happiness or anger in the darkness.

Is your husband angry?

The darkness is like a shelter, and Pei Xing silently emboldened himself by taking advantage of the other party's inability to see his expression clearly.

He touched Lu Yiming's arm with his fingers upwards, as if identifying the position.

Lu Yiming didn't move, the night blinded his vision, his other senses were magnified infinitely, where the catkins brushed, a tingling sensation spread over his arms.

"Husband?"

"Ok?"

As soon as he made a suspicious sound, the other party's soft fingertips touched the corner of his mouth, and instead of moving away as before, he drew a circle along the corner of his mouth to identify his mouth shape.

After confirming something, Pei Xing breathed a sigh of relief, his tone was no longer as cautious as before, and he said briskly: "My husband is not angry."

Even though the other party was a declarative sentence, he could still hear an elusive question hidden in it, and he affirmed, "No."

As soon as the words were finished, a warm body suddenly approached, and the defenseless, soft and moist lips were gently printed on his cheeks, like the warm sun in winter, and like ice water melting in spring.

The other party imitated his appearance, spraying hot breath into his ears, and brushed his slightly trembling lips because of nervousness, and said clumsily: "Good night, husband."

The melodious voice like a clear spring recalled in his mind, it was obviously a simple four words, ripples rippled in his heart, and he never calmed down for a long time.

For the first time, Lu Yiming didn't know how to face this little guy.

His beating heart told him that he might care about the other party's actions, but his calm brain also sent him a signal. This was just an illusion brought to him by his mature body.

Gently moved the arm that was wrapped in sleep, a sense of numbness spread all over the body.

Confirming that the person next to him was asleep, he had mixed emotions, and his voice had a gentleness that he hadn't noticed: "Good night."

******

These few days are not only very busy for the Lu family, but also for the whole village.

After the rice is dried, the millet should be peeled off, so that the rice can be pounded with a pestle in the future.

The most basic human method is used for threshing. The threshing barrels are inverted and square-shaped. They use brute strength to rely on the force of the rice hitting the board to let the rice fall off naturally in the wooden barrel.

When the book is used, there is little hatred. Lu Yiming only knows that in modern times, there are special threshing machines for threshing. This is the first time I have seen this kind of purely manual threshing machine. Not to mention the back pain, the efficiency is still low, who is it really? who knows.

"Husband is so stupid."

Seeing that Lu Yiming only used brute force and no skill, Pei Xing covered his mouth and secretly laughed at him.

The person being laughed at pretends to be annoyed, picks up a straw that removes grains, and sweeps the pointed end across the other's bare neck, causing the other party to itch and laugh.

"I won't say it, I won't say it." Pei Xing smiled and begged for mercy, but he didn't mean to repent at all.

After four or five days of continuous spinning, the millet was finally finished before winter.

The cold snap has begun to take shape. In the blink of an eye, tomorrow will be the beginning of winter. It is estimated that the temperature will drop sharply in less than half a month.

"It's early winter this year, I can't even get up in the morning."

Lu's mother rubbed her hands together, she got through the busy autumn, and there was nothing important to do next, so she could finally rest for a while.

She looked at the several large baskets of millet piled up in the lobby, worried: "This year's harvest is not good, if the tax does not fall, I don't know if the food left will be enough for the family to survive this winter."

Before time travel, there were often records in historiography that taxes were heavy in ancient times, and he couldn't empathize with them before, but now the family began to frown after the harvest, which can be regarded as feeling.

The ancients said: If you plant a grain of millet in spring, you can harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn; if there are no idle fields in the world, farmers will still starve to death.

The little guy next to him with a sad face, isn't it because of this that he became his husband?

"Mother, this year is different from previous years. If the tax revenue is not enough for ten acres of land, we still have some silver taels to fill in. There is no need to worry so much."

Thinking of the cheap 70 taels, Mother Lu stopped and lamented: "Speaking of which, how did the village chief reply? Did you agree to grant the land?"

After drawing the design drawings, he reported to Lizheng the next day that they had not demolished and rebuilt them on the spot, so they had to buy a new land and go through various procedures.

"Farming is busy these days, Li Zheng said that we will discuss in detail in a few days, and I plan to go there again tomorrow."

"Okay, then you can take a basket of eggs with you."

Lu Yiming nodded, he still understood this bit of etiquette.

Father Lu held the blueprints in both hands, squinted his eyes, and looked closely at the interior layout of the house. He had never seen such a new style before. Could it be that Yiming saw it when he was passing through the north?

This was the third time he had looked at this design drawing, and he was still shocked by the bold design and weird structure, as if it had opened up new ideas for him.

After the conversation on this end, he handed over the paper, pointing at one of them in confusion: "What's the use of this?"

Lu Yiming looked at the content he was referring to, and found that it was the heating channel he was going to dig: "This is the pipe for the fire wall. A stove will be placed here at that time. If a fire is lit here in winter, the whole house will be warmed through the heating channel. And it won't fill the room with a smoky smell."

He explained the principle to Lu's father, and the latter rarely praised: "That's great."

After finishing speaking, he frowned again: "This project is not small, and it may take more than a month."

"Well, I originally planned to recruit some people from the village to help, but I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the project before the winter solstice, and some materials are difficult to piece together, so I thought about going to the town and contracting this to a small worker who specializes in building houses. How about next?"

"This..." Father Lu hesitated a bit. After all, it cost more to hire in the town. If it was just to save time, it would be a bit wasteful, but he couldn't bear it, and was really curious about how it would look after the complete construction.

Lu Yiming saw that Lu's father was still unable to make a decision, so he helped him: "Mother and Xiaoxing are a bit short-lived, so it's better to suffer less. Besides, we can buy some materials separately or from the wood shop in the town. It is not necessarily allowed to order so many, but it will save time and effort for them.”

Lu's father was persuaded: "Okay, follow your order."

Once the plan is settled, then everything will be ready, only the east wind is owed.

The matter of approval came to fruition very soon. Lizheng in Wuhe Village was fairly fair, and they didn't make things difficult for them, but they were a little surprised. The situation of the Lu family in recent years was obvious to all in the village. Without asking too much, he agreed to the matter after paying a few taels of land fee.

Lu Yiming took the land deed with the official seal, and asked again uncertainly: "Can we start from today?"

"Okay, I will go to the town tomorrow, and then I will submit this document to the government for record. You can hold the other land deed. If the officials ask, you can just hand it over to them for inspection."

"Thank you Rizheng."

Without stopping any longer, he returned home and handed over the land deed to Lu's mother, and then took Pei Xing to the town.

"Why did your husband take me?"

The atmosphere between the two of them after that night was very strange. It was after that day that they were alone face to face.

First time.

"The medicine prescribed by the doctor some time ago has been finished, you should go to the follow-up consultation."

As soon as the traditional Chinese medicine was mentioned, the smiling face that was still somewhat expectant suddenly stepped down and wrinkled into a ball, and the tangled eyebrows went up and down, which was very interesting.

Lu Yiming poured cold water on the side with great interest: "If you still don't get better, you may need to take more bitter medicine."

Pei Xingxin thought it was true, pouted his lips and muttered: "I have something to eat obediently, the food cooked by my husband is delicious, my appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and I am almost becoming a cannibal..."

"It doesn't count if I say it, it's up to the doctor to decide."

The fluffy head was naturally pushed up under his hand, and Lu Yiming felt a little funny when he saw a certain rabbit immersed in the bitter Chinese medicine and couldn't extricate itself.

Silly goose.

"how?"

Pei Xing asked Dr. Lin nervously if he was really afraid of taking the medicine. He really didn't know that the medicine could be so bitter!

It was the familiar white beard again. Dr. Lin withdrew his hand, looked at the two of them carefully, and said to Lu Yiming: "It's well mended, but you don't need to be so restrained. You still need to vent it if you want. It's easy to hurt yourself if you hold it back."

Dr. Lin gave Lu Yiming a pack of cool and annealed chrysanthemum tea from his private pocket, and said: "I can let your husband drink some on weekdays."

Ever since Dr. Lin started to speak, Pei Xing has been pretending to be dead. The secrets in his heart have been revealed to the bottom. Does he feel shameless in front of his husband?

From the shame at the beginning to the restlessness later, he was restless.

A big hand rested on his shoulder, comforting him: "Don't listen to that old and unscrupulous person, this person has a lot of bad humor, look at our jokes."

He turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Dr. Lin squinting his eyes and stroking his beard looking at them. The boredom in his heart was swept away, and he turned his head and didn't want to speak.

Pei Xing's health improved, his worries were relieved, and he started to get down to business.

The young man in the shop looked impatient. Judging by the way they were dressed, he knew that they were not rich and powerful, so his expression was naturally not good. He spoke with a sense of condescension: "You guys, do you want to contract labor? Do you still want to go to the village? Can you afford the money?"

There are two craftsmen's shops in the east and west of the city. They went to the medical center just now, so they came to the nearest one first. They had just introduced the situation and before they showed the blueprints, they faced this disdainful face.

Lu Yiming glanced at the other party, took Pei Xing's hand, and didn't say much: "Let's go."

Not long after he walked out of the shop, he could still hear the belittling voice of the person behind him, and he deliberately turned up the volume: "This picture is so poor, I still want to contract labor."

"Husband, how could they do this?" Pei Xing also heard this. Although he has experienced many such things, he is inexplicably upset that her husband is looked down upon by others.

"It's okay, dogs see people as inferior, so don't pay too much attention to it, we can't contract it, our little Pei Xing can only sleep in this cold room for the winter."

Lu Yiming joked, and Pei Xing secretly replied: With my husband around, I won't be cold.

The artisan shop in the west of the city is not as grand as the one in the east of the city, but the shopkeeper's attitude is much better. A young man greeted them: "If you want a whole building, we have to read the drawings before we can set the price."

"Can the materials be handed over to you for purchase?"

The man glanced at Lu Yiming and nodded, "Yes."

Lu Yiming took out the drawings, handed them to him, and explained some special requirements and material categories to him by the way.

Just as he was talking, the man's hand shook, and Lu Yiming gave him a strange look.

"Wait for a moment." The man ran inside with the blueprint, ignoring the two guests who were in a hurry. Lu Yiming could roughly guess why no one cared about the shop.

Soon, a hale and hearty old man was supported and quickly walked out from behind the curtain, holding on to the blueprint, staring at Lu Yiming intently: "Who designed this?"

"The boy is not talented."

"If I say, sell us the blueprint and we will pay for all the costs of building your house, would you be willing?"

There was a touch of excitement in the old man's words, but he tried his best to restrain it, but the hand holding the crutch trembled a little.

Lu Yiming thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

In fact, in ancient times, there was no such thing as selling blueprints. Finding someone to contract labor was tantamount to selling the blueprints to the other party. The craftsman could use the customer's blueprints to help others build similar houses, and there was no such thing as copyright.

However, for modern people who live in a society with a strong sense of copyright, Lu Yiming takes it for granted.

"When can we start work?"

"Tomorrow."

Lu Yiming still hoped that the construction would be completed quickly. Hearing this, he nodded with satisfaction: "Wait for the good news."

When Lu Yiming and the others walked away, the old man held his grandson next to him and said excitedly, "Our Cao family is saved!"

Lu Yiming didn't know anything about doing a favor by accident. He was shopping at the vegetable market right now.

After the building was completed, they didn't go back immediately. Lu Yiming took Pei Xing to buy flour, shiitake mushrooms, leeks and fresh meat.

"Husband, what is this for?"

Southern Lidong doesn't eat dumplings, so Pei Xing doesn't know what Lu Yiming is thinking at the moment.

"Today is Lidong, let me make dumplings for you."

Although I don't know what "dumplings" are, it doesn't prevent Pei Xing from swallowing his saliva. Everything my husband makes is delicious!

Lu Yiming rolled out the dumpling wrappers, and Lu's mother peeled the corn at home into corn kernels, and cut the other ingredients into cubes for later use.

I just wanted to ask Xiaoxing to make dumplings together, but when I turned around, I found that this person was not there: "Xiaoxing? Xiaoxing?"

He washed his hands, walked out of the stove, and was about to go into the bedroom to call him, when he vaguely noticed someone at the gate of his courtyard, this figure looked familiar from behind, but it was the same person just now.

It turned out to be outside the courtyard, no wonder I didn't hear it.

Teach him how to make dumplings later, and he can laugh at this man's clumsiness as much as he wants to repay the shame of threshing.

He approached quietly, wanting to surprise the other party, but found that there was a person opposite Pei Xing.

Looks familiar, Li Dashan?

He stood still in the courtyard and saw Pei Xing accept the package that Li Dashan handed to him with his own eyes. There was a crimson smile on that small face, and the shyness that belonged to him was blooming in front of another person.

With just one glance, the tyranny that he had forgotten for a long time and hidden deep in his heart swept over him overwhelmingly.

He is used to living a comfortable life, and he thought that the details of the apocalypse had long since passed away, but now the ruthlessness raging in his chest really told him that the gentleness in ordinary times was just a false fig leaf.

His scarlet eyes became extremely terrifying, like a lion whose territory has been infested by humans, and there was a trace of inaudible grievance in his cold tone: "What are you doing?"