The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Who is Chapter 7 planning to rob?

Shang Wan stopped sharpening her axe and looked up at the stone. "Have you seen anyone?"

"The officials said that the young master is a serious criminal and they won't let us in to visit him." Shi Tou drank three bowls of water before his throat felt less burning. He sat on the stool opposite Shang Wan, glancing at her again and again, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Speak your mind." Shang Wan lowered her head and continued sharpening her axe.

Shi Tou pursed his lips, rubbed his fingers back and forth for a while, and said hesitantly, "Young Madam, I was wrong before. Please forgive me."

He pulled out fourteen copper coins from his pocket. "I carried rice at the rice shop all day, and the shopkeeper gave me fifteen coins. I was so hungry that I had no strength, so I spent one coin to buy steamed buns. The rest of the money is here."

"Please accept this. I'll go to the rice shop again tomorrow to get more rice. With me here, I'll make sure you, Miss, and Xiao Huan don't go hungry."

Stone passed the copper coin forward.

Shang Wan didn't answer, but looked up at him and asked, "Do you need something from me?"

"Yes." Shi Tou coughed awkwardly twice. "Young Madam, you are a very capable person. For the sake of our past relationship, please think of a way to save the young master. I will listen to you from now on. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west."

Shang Wan raised an eyebrow. "Did I tell you to kill and set fires?"

"Murder and arson?" Stone's voice rose an octave in shock.

Goodness, the young mistress is indeed ruthless. Who does she want him to kill and burn?

Could it be that despicable and shameless villain who wrote those sour poems for the young mistress and instigated her to have an affair?

Thinking of his young master still suffering in prison, Shi Tou gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and said, "As long as I can get my young master out, even if it means murder and arson, I... I'll do it!"

Wow, quite loyal.

Shang Wan reached out and took the copper coin, then handed him the axe, which was more than half-ground, saying, "Keep grinding."

"Young Madam, do you agree?" Stone stood there dumbfounded, holding the axe.

Shang Wan remained noncommittal, picked up Yuan Yuan, and went into the kitchen.

Shi Tou wanted to go in and ask, but remembering Shang Wan's orders, he hesitated for a moment, then sat down by the whetstone and buried himself in sharpening the axe.

Shang Wan looked out the window and felt somewhat satisfied.

Sure enough, they listened.

Dinner was served with steamed fish, braised chicken with scallions, braised wild rabbit, stir-fried bok choy, egg drop soup, and fragrant rice—a truly sumptuous meal.

The aroma wafted into his nose, and Stone's empty stomach immediately rumbled.

Aside from breakfast, he only ate one steamed bun today and was already starving.

He couldn't help but swallow, then looked up at Xiao Huan, "Where did these things come from?"

"They were all caught by the young mistress in the mountains." Xiao Huan had already been surprised once, and her tone was very calm.

Suddenly, Stone felt a pain in his face.

He toiled all day carrying rice, yet it wasn't even worth the young mistress's trip into the mountains.

Xiao Huan prepared chicken and egg porridge separately for Yuan Yuan.

Mince the chicken with a cleaver until it's soft, cook it until tender, add the egg flowers, add a little salt when it's done, drizzle with some freshly rendered chicken oil, and sprinkle with some finely chopped green onions. It's colorful, fragrant, and delicious.

But little Yuanyuan was unusually uncooperative today. The spoon was already at her lips, but she kept her little mouth tightly shut and wouldn't open it. Xiaohuan coaxed her gently, but Yuanyuan turned her little head away, her big, dark eyes staring longingly at Shang Wan, and she uttered two words, "Mommy, food."

She clearly wanted Shang Wan to feed her.

"Let me do it." Shang Wan was happy to pamper her little one. She took the small porcelain bowl from Xiao Huan's hand, scooped up half a spoonful of porridge and fed it to Yuan Yuan. Yuan Yuan's eyes immediately crinkled with laughter, and she obediently ate it.

"Delicious!" she exclaimed, clapping her chubby little hands happily.

Xiao Huan looked at her in surprise, her heart overflowing with joy.

When she was at the Lu family home, Miss could only say "father" and "mother," and couldn't say anything else no matter how much she was taught. Even the young master couldn't do anything about her. It hasn't been long since she left the Lu family, and she can already say several more words. She learns so quickly!

If Shang Wan knew what Xiao Huan was thinking, she would definitely be speechless.

In the apocalypse, a one-year-old baby can already talk and run, unlike Yuanyuan, who is still learning to walk and stutters when she speaks.

She was actually quite worried about Yuanyuan's intelligence, and today she secretly fed her two drops of spiritual spring water, hoping to make up for it the day after tomorrow.

If there really is no change at all, Shang Wan would suspect that the spiritual spring water has lost its effectiveness.

While Xiao Huan went to the kitchen to get soup, Shang Wan told Shi Tou about how Chen San and the other two had barged in and bullied Xiao Huan. Shi Tou was so angry that he clenched his fists and was about to go and settle accounts with the three of them.

Shang Wan stopped him, "I've already hit everyone I needed to. If you go and hit someone now, you'll only ruin my plans. I'm telling you this so that you won't act impulsively when you hear it from other people in the future, and you won't mention it in front of Xiao Huan."

"I know," Stone replied sullenly, inwardly cursing himself for being too careless. He shouldn't have left two women and a child at home when he was new to the area and knew nothing about it.

It was only because the young mistress was skilled and returned in time that Xiao Huan's life was ruined. Otherwise, if Chen San had succeeded, Xiao Huan's life would have been ruined. Even if he beat those three scumbags to death, it wouldn't make up for it in the slightest.

Shang Wan looked at his head, which was almost buried in his rice bowl, and thought to herself that this incident should serve as a lesson, and they should all be more careful in the future.

She tapped the table and waited for Shi Tou to look up at her before saying, "Don't go to the city tomorrow. Just walk around the village, get to know the villagers, and learn about the village's situation. For example, which families are on good terms with each other, and which families don't get along with each other. Write down anything related to the village, especially anything related to the Lin family."

"Okay," Stone nodded in agreement.

Shang Wan continued, "By the way, ask who in the village knows how to repair houses. Our house is leaking wind and rain, and we need to repair it as soon as possible."

Stone also wanted to repair the house, but said, "Young Madam, we don't have any money."

Finding someone to repair the house is easy, but both materials and labor cost money. They only have fourteen copper coins to their name; where would they get the money to repair the house?
Shang Wan: "It's just money, we'll have it tomorrow."

Stone seemed to understand something. He looked around warily, leaned closer, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you planning to rob? There's an axe in the cellar. I'll sharpen it up later and go with you tomorrow."

Shang Wan's eye twitched. "This young man has a high level of awareness."

Just as Shi Tou was about to say something modest, Shang Wan slapped him on the head, making him wince and gasp for breath. He stared at the person opposite him, feeling both wronged and confused.

Why did you hit him?

Shang Wan rolled her eyes at him. "Be vigilant at night and keep an eye on the door. I'm going out for a bit."

"You go out to do..." Under Shang Wan's gaze, Shi Tou silently swallowed the rest of his sentence. Couldn't he just not ask?
As night fell, the breathing of the person beside me became even, and the little bundle of flesh in my arms fell asleep, smacking its lips.

Shang Wan waited a while before carefully lifting the quilt, getting up, putting on her coat, tucking the two people on the kang (heated brick bed) back in, and quietly walking out the door.

The blue figure vanished in a flash into the misty night.

(End of this chapter)