A Rough Man Has A Handsome Husband (BL) - Chapter 9

These words had hidden thorns. As the mistress of the house, Li’s face darkened upon hearing them.

The eldest Tang son quickly tried to smooth things over. “It’s just some lamb; it’s nothing special. Next time the restaurant delivers lamb, it’ll be during Third Brother’s day off from the academy. I’ll ask the vendor to set aside some extra so we can have a lamb hotpot.”

The third Tang son was nineteen this year. The family had spent money to send him to a private school in the county, and last year, he passed the Tongsheng exam. This year, he was preparing for the Xiangshi exam.

He only had one day off every ten days.

In this society, scholars ranked above farmers, craftsmen, and merchants.

For ancient families, the imperial examination was a life-changing event. Although this dynasty allowed merchants to take the exam, government officials still held the most power.

The family began chatting excitedly about preparing good food for the youngest son and making arrangements for the upcoming exam. The matter with Wang Yi was brushed aside.

Tang Xiaofu glanced at his eldest sister-in-law. With such a big family living together, minor disputes were inevitable.

He noticed Zhao Xiangbei quietly eating the vegetables in front of him, hesitant to reach for the meat.

Tang Xiaofu scooped most of the meat from his own bowl and placed it in Zhao Xiangbei’s, playfully winking.

“Eat up. It’s really good.”

The rugged man gave a simple, foolish smile in return.
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After dinner, the sky had turned completely dark.

Except for a few scattered candlelights in some houses, the village was shrouded in darkness.

Ancient people lived by the rhythm of nature—working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

After such an eventful day, Tang Xiaofu was utterly exhausted.

As he stepped into the room, he locked eyes with Zhao Xiangbei, and it suddenly hit him—this body was already married.

And the man before him was his legal husband.

By the flickering candlelight, the man had just finished washing. He stood in the corner drying himself, his exposed arms and neck still damp with moisture.

Gone was the silly grin from the daytime. His sharp jawline and deep eyes were striking in the dim light.

Damn! You pervert!

Tang Xiaofu pressed down on his wildly beating heart, secretly cursing himself.

He quickly climbed into bed, curled up under the blanket, and mumbled,

“Uh… don’t forget to change your bandages. I’m really tired, so I’ll sleep first.”

“Alright.”

Tang Xiaofu shut his eyes and listened as the man poured water, then heard the sound of footsteps drawing near.

A warm presence settled beside him, and the blanket was gently pulled up, covering his neck.

His eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

Zhao Xiangbei let out a low chuckle, his deep voice in the night carrying an inexplicable allure.

“Good night, Xiaofu.”

“G-Good night.”

Tang Xiaofu thought he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. But the moment he closed his eyes, he slept soundly through the night without a single dream.
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He had been dreading waking up to find a strange man in his bed.

But when he finally woke up, the entire Tang family had already left for the fields.

Sunlight streamed through the window as Tang Xiaofu stretched lazily.

Not having to wake up early and be a corporate slave is amazing!

“Oh right, I need to harvest the crops in my space.”

Tang Xiaofu closed his eyes, feeling a brief sensation of weightlessness. When he opened them again, he was inside his farming space.

The radishes he had ripened yesterday had already been replanted, and now all four plots of land were ready for harvest.

[Click land to collect. Harvest successful! Gained 80 experience points.]

[Level up to L3! Warehouse and Store unlocked. Keep up the good work, Master!]

The misty space shimmered slightly, and a small wooden house appeared beside the spiritual spring. A sign hung on it: [Warehouse].

This is just like Happy Farm!

Excited, Tang Xiaofu checked his crops.

The harvested potatoes were enormous—each one was as big as his fists combined and weighed over a pound.

He tried dragging the crops to the warehouse. With a single thought, two piles of produce disappeared into storage.

When he clicked on the warehouse to check, a dialog box popped up:

[Potatoes × 24, Radishes × 2. Exchangeable for 58 gold coins.]