The husband is the hunter

Chapter 63

"Well, the dowry you sent to my house last time, I took it to the town and exchanged it for silver. In total, I gave Sister Min six taels to do business, and let her return it to me when she has a turnover." Fang Lin hesitated, I think it is necessary to tell Duan Nanshan about this matter, "I know this thing should be a dowry, but for the situation of Miss Min, you... don't blame me."

Duan Nanshan really did not expect that the game in the mountain could be sold for so much money. He didn't understand the market price, and occasionally he would barter with the farmers at the foot of the mountain when he got tired of eating meat. After careful calculation, he suffered a lot, so She seemed to feel more and more that her daughter-in-law was shrewd and capable, and said with a smile, "Why would I blame you? If something is given to you, it is yours, and it is up to you to deal with it. Besides, if it didn't happen like this, the big guy would not I will do business with Sister Min, how can I live a prosperous year, not to mention, it can be regarded as repaying their favor."

Fang Lin wondered, "When did you owe a favor?"

Duan Nanshan was a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "It's those betrothal gifts. There are few live animals in winter. How can I hunt so many by myself. Uncle Li asked some archery experts to go to the mountains. The deer is It was hunted inside. It was supposed to be shared equally, but they didn't want it, they just took the small one and ate it themselves."

Fang Lin smiled. She thought Duan Nanshan was a special case among the mountain people. After seeing Uncle Li and Aunt Li, including the group of people who helped Duan Nanshan come to welcome his relatives today, she suddenly realized that perhaps she was hiding from the world, and rarely The reason for dealing with people is that the village has passed them on as miraculous. In fact, they are just ordinary people living in the mountains, no different from farmers who live on the land.

When the water was half-hot, Duan Nanshan stopped adding firewood to the stove, but scooped up two buckets of hot water. Fang Lin didn't know why, and helped him carry a bucket into the house.

When Duan Nanshan unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his strong chest, she was startled, and then realized that he seemed to be taking a bath.

Resisting her shyness, she persuaded herself to speak, "Well...do you want to help?"

Unexpectedly, Duan Nanshan refused, he waved his hand, "You burn your feet first, I'll wash them outside the house."

Hmph, I don't know what is good and what is bad, so I love what I do.Fang Lin cursed in her heart, but in the end she was worried, "There is a kang burning inside the house, it is warm, but it is cold outside, it is not a joke to be frozen."

Duan Nanshan wanted to say that I am in good health, but he swallowed the words and smiled slyly, "Sure, it's up to you."

Fang Lin got into the bed after scalding her feet. She turned her back to Duan Nanshan, but the rustling sound of undressing could still be heard in her ears. Desperately shrinking into the quilt, even covering his head tightly.

Suddenly, the light came back in front of her eyes, Fang Lin turned her head subconsciously, and saw Duan Nanshan's large area of ​​wheat-colored skin glowing brightly.

The other party didn't seem to care about the leakage of his spring, he frowned slightly, "Why are you covering your head, you don't feel too nervous, if it's cold, I'll go get more firewood."

Fang Lin shook her head, "Go and wash quickly, don't catch a cold."

Duan Nanshan stared into her eyes to make sure she was not being polite, so he stood up.

(End of this chapter)