My Husband Called Me Home to Live Off Him

Late May was approaching, and the Qin family’s wedding was imminent. Yet Qin Xiaoman’s heart was heavy, constantly worrying about […]

In the following days, Qin Xiaoman and Du Heng went to Qin Xiong’s house to help prepare for the wedding,

At this time of year, spring bamboo shoots were plentiful—truly a seasonal delicacy from the mountains. Qin Xiaoman’s household had

This year, the Ge family pressed more oil, producing more leftover cakes. Seeing the ready supply of fertilizer, Du Heng

Qin Xiaoman, seeing the Kong family suffer a misfortune, was in high spirits. At the same time, he kept a

In early March, the village bustled with the fervor of planting season. The first task was cultivating their own seedling

The next day, March sunlight leapt through the window lattice before anyone else was up, scattering into tiny fragments across

Du Heng’s hand trembled slightly as he turned from kneading dough to look at Qin Xiaoman standing in the doorway,

After half a month of plowing, Qin Xiaoman had worked himself black from the sun at both ends of the

“This banquet and all the food for it cost over two thousand coins. If it weren’t for Second Uncle giving

Du Heng lay on the bed, initially drowsy and intending to sleep for a while, but once he touched the

“Really? Du Heng bought it?” Qin Xiong saw the strong ox in the yard—its breathing deeper than their own ox.

Du Heng had been here for a while, but this was the first time he went to the county with

By the time they finished wrapping the wontons, it was nearly dinnertime. If they hadn’t nibbled on a few biscuits

“How could I ever want you to leave!” Qin Xiaoman immediately refuted him. “You’re the one I brought home, not

After the New Year, villagers would also visit relatives, and Qin Xiaoman was no exception. On the morning of the

“Our master’s calligraphy and paintings are excellent. Many people have asked to buy them, and only three pieces remain.” “How

“…” Qin Xiaozhu’s face turned pale. Just as he was about to speak, Qin Xiaoman returned, carrying the basket. “What

They talked a while longer. As night fell, Du Heng sent Zhuzi home with a bowl of pig’s blood. By

The next day, shortly after Qin Xiaoman left, Wang Zhuzi came by to see Du Heng. “How did you know