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As Shen Muhan looked around, he found the scene quite strange. If he hadn't come closer, he would have thought it was just a patch of grassless hillside. But as soon as he asked, Xia Muxin had already pulled out a seedling and turned to him, saying:
"Husband, could you please help me bring some water? Once I move this one, you can water the one I replant."
At the same time, Shen Yu and his wife watched with satisfaction; it seemed that the family's affection for their wives was indeed hereditary.
"Why did you come downstairs? Are you feeling alright?"
Shen Muhan was somewhat surprised to see Xia Muxin down. He quickly held a bowl in one hand and took her hand with the other, leading her toward the door. He gently seated her on a chair in the yard and handed her the bowl. After observing her for a moment, he softly asked.
At that moment, Xia Muxin wished she could dig a hole and hide. This scene felt more frightening than happy; in front of so many people, Shen Muhan was treating her with such tenderness. It felt as if she had become a porcelain doll since their marriage, needing care for everything—eating, drinking, and even going to the bathroom. Her cheeks flushed as she thought about it, not daring to look up at Shen Muhan.
Not only that, but she also felt like she was regressing. Her memory seemed to be declining continuously, and her body was slowly deteriorating. There was a moment when she thought she was hallucinating; but this was truly herself. Did becoming a married woman come with any side effects?
However, Yan Zhouwan showed no signs of anything unusual, even though she wasn't affected by marriage in that way...
"What are you daydreaming about? Eat your noodles while they're hot; they won't taste good if they get cold."
Seeing her staring blankly at the noodles, Shen Muhan frowned and lightly flicked her forehead with amusement.
Xia Muxin snapped out of it and began to eat.
"Husband... I want to move to Dayao Village."
After finishing her noodles some time later, Shen Muhan seemed to have timed it perfectly. As soon as Xia Muxin emptied her bowl, he came over to take it from her hands. This time, Xia Muxin smartly avoided calling him by the wrong name and used a pitiful look along with a coaxing tone.
Shen Muhan's heart trembled at once. He stared at her for a long while, almost examining her like an object. Xia Muxin felt a bit guilty under his gaze and nervously touched her nose. After what felt like an eternity, she finally heard him softly respond with an "Mm."
Once Xia Muxin received his approval, she could hardly contain her excitement and immediately dashed upstairs to pack her things. In no time at all, she came back down with a small bundle slung over her shoulder, looking radiant.
Shen Muhan watched as she transformed from looking lifeless just moments ago into an energetic little rabbit. He frowned in dissatisfaction and glanced at the small bundle on her shoulder with a hint of resentment.
"Is this all?"
Xia Muxin smiled slightly and lifted her simple luggage, saying, "Well, everything we need should be over there. Just bring a few changes of clothes."
Shen Muhan's face darkened at this, but he patiently replied, "What I mean is, you only packed your things. What about mine?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Muxin's eyes widened in surprise, and she stammered, "You... you... want to go too?"
At the same time, she glanced at her in-laws who were leisurely strolling outside the courtyard. She lowered her head dejectedly; she had thought about avoiding awkward encounters during this time by going away. Besides, if she felt this way, who knew what her in-laws thought of her? It would be better to do what she wanted rather than embarrass herself every day here. Moreover, Shen Muhan was like an uncontrollable wolf; who knew when he might make her unable to get out of bed? If this continued, she would surely die of embarrassment.
Shen Muhan seemed to have guessed her thoughts. With a smirk, he took a step and leaped up four stairs directly to the second floor. In no time, he came down with a small bundle and raised an eyebrow at Xia Muxin, gently saying, "My dear wife, let's go. It wouldn't do for me not to accompany you."
In the end, it was unclear what he said to both families, but they happily sent them off in a carriage. Meanwhile, Ming Yi had brought back Yan Zhouwan from Dayao Village after three days away, leaving only the couple in that house in Dayao Village.
Although the house wasn't very large, it had three rooms and a living room. Fortunately, it was well-prepared beforehand and had everything they needed.
Since it was still early when they arrived, Xia Muxin couldn't sit still. Shen Muhan also had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, so as soon as they got there, they started cleaning up the house. It wasn't until lunchtime that Xia Muxin prepared a simple meal with three dishes: fish soup, spicy stir-fried meat with chili peppers, and sautéed green beans. Shen Muhan enjoyed the meal immensely; it seemed his goal had finally been achieved as he wore a constant smile since stepping off the carriage.
Xia Muxin felt a headache coming on just watching him.
After lunch, Shen Muhan proactively cleaned up the dishes and washed them. The two then headed to the cotton field.
The cotton seedlings had already grown to about two inches tall. Xia Muxin took a careful look around and realized that some needed to be transplanted; some spots had six or seven seedlings while others only had two or three. Luckily she was there; otherwise, waiting for them to grow taller would make transplanting not only troublesome but also less likely to succeed.
Determined to get started, she rolled up her sleeves and began pulling seedlings from the dense patches. This required great care; she needed to ensure that the roots came out as well; otherwise, they would struggle to survive. After transplanting them, she would also need to water them and fertilize them the next day.
Shen Muhan knew that once this girl got into the fields, she couldn't sit still either. He followed closely behind her, asking questions left and right:
"Darling, how do we do this?"
At that moment, Xia Muxin was squatting in front of a densely packed seedling pit. Before planting cotton, a hole had to be dug and filled with fertilizer, followed by scattering cotton seeds and covering them with soil. Since the cotton plants grew horizontally, the distance between each pit was quite far, about forty to fifty centimeters apart. Moreover, Xia Muxin planned to plant Sweet Potatoes in between, making the rows even wider—approximately one meter and thirty centimeters apart.
Having called out to her husband several times, Xia Muxin seemed to have gotten used to it. Each time she called Shen Muhan, his heart soared with joy. He quickly ran back home and soon returned with a bucket of water. By that time, Xia Muxin had already moved several seedlings, and it was clear where she had transplanted them. She had done so methodically, making it easy for Shen Muhan to find them as he poured water over the first seedling.
"Don't pour too much; the seedlings are still small and can't handle it," Xia Muxin said as she saw him scoop a large ladle of water.
Shen Muhan stared at her for a moment before nodding. Under her watchful gaze, he watered the first cotton plant and paused at her signal before moving on to the second one. The two worked together in perfect harmony; they didn't feel tired at all but rather found warmth and comfort in their shared labor.
This kind of life had always been what Xia Muxin yearned for—men plowing while women weave, spending every day together from sunrise to sunset.
They worked until evening before finally wrapping up for the day. Once home, Xia Muxin began preparing dinner. Naturally, Shen Muhan wouldn't let his little wife do all the work alone; he helped with everything—washing vegetables, fetching water, tending the fire while she cooked, setting the table, serving dishes...
The two chatted and laughed together like a pair of celestial lovers.
After dinner, Xia Muxin grabbed some clothes and headed to the back room for a bath. She couldn't stand the sticky feeling from all the sweat. She had even renovated the bathing area into a small pool with two water inlets and one outlet—one inlet connected to the stove and the other from outside—allowing for a comfortable mix of hot and cold water. This was her favorite feature of their home.
However, after taking a few steps, she felt something was off. Where had Shen Muhan gone?
As she approached the bathing area, she heard the sound of water running. At that moment, footsteps echoed behind her. Turning around, she saw Shen Muhan approaching with a change of clothes in hand and an impish smile on his face. Xia Muxin's cheeks flushed suddenly as she swallowed hard and awkwardly said,
"You go first."
With a smirk on his lips, Shen Muhan wasn't going to let her escape so easily. He wrapped his long arm around her slender waist and leaned close to her ear, whispering,
"You've worked too hard today; let me help you wash!"
"......"
Xia Muxin felt a wave of frustration wash over her; what kind of excuse was this?
Who could tell her if men became thicker-skinned after marriage? Not only thicker-skinned, but perhaps even more shameless.
However, Xia Muxin had no time to argue, as she found herself stripped and sitting in the pool, while Shen Muhan soon joined her.
By the time Shen Muhan carried the dazed and weak Xia Muxin out of the bathhouse, an hour had already passed.
"Uncle, you must have been released from a temple," she mumbled, feeling her body go limp as she realized she was already on the bed. She caught a glimpse of Shen Muhan's face, which bore a look of lingering satisfaction, and weakly added, "You really are something."
Shen Muhan smiled as he pulled the blanket over her, then lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around Xia Muxin from behind. He spoke softly, "There's nothing I can do; they say those who indulge in pleasures are always like this."
"......"
Xia Muxin wanted to retort, but hearing his smug tone made her heart soften inexplicably. A sweet sensation fluttered through her chest, and soon she drifted off to sleep against his broad chest.
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