Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter 37

At first glance, Lu Yao didn't recognize Song Changshun; the changes were too drastic.

Song Changshun was around twenty-two or twenty-three years old, an age when one should be in the prime of life. However, after being tormented in the nunnery for over a month, his health was severely damaged. Even though it had been quite some time since then, he still hadn't fully recovered. His high cheekbones and emaciated frame made his face look rugged, almost skeletal from a distance.

As Lu Yao watched them, the two men also looked at the people on the cart.

The moment Song Changshun saw Zhao Beichuan, his eyes lit up as if a fire had ignited within him. He straightened his back, and his entire demeanor brightened.

However, as the mule cart passed by, Zhao Beichuan didn't even spare him a glance.

Song Changshun's gaze fell upon Lu Yao. This young man looked even better than before, and despite wearing a drab gray cotton robe, his good looks couldn't be hidden. His rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes made Song Changshun feel a surge of heat.

"Cough... cough cough..."

A gust of wind blew, causing Song Changshun to start coughing again.

Song Changshun snapped back to reality and glanced at the person beside him, his disdain evident.

Song Changshun clenched his fists secretly and asked nonchalantly, "After my mother sent me to the nunnery, did the scholar from town come to cause trouble?"

"No," Song Changshun replied, puzzled. That person had promised to help but never showed up after waiting for several days. With many other things going on at home, they had forgotten about it until now.

"Let's go to town later and find that person to get our money back!"

Song Changshun nodded and stumbled forward, stopping frequently due to his poor health.

Song Changshun grew impatient. "Hurry up, or we won't make it to town for lunch."

Song Changshun gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, his hatred growing. If he had a knife right now, he would have slashed Song Changshun's neck without hesitation!

This man was a beast, knowing full well his poor health yet still tormenting him mercilessly. If not for the late-night ordeal last night, he wouldn't be struggling to walk today.

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Song Changshun seemed to sense a chill at the back of his neck and turned to look. Song Changshun quickly forced a fake smile.

Upon arriving in town, Lu Yao went to the grain shop as usual to sell their grains.

The shop owner was familiar with him and immediately called over some helpers to unload the cart.

"Lu Xiao, you're here to sell grains again."

Lu Yao jumped off the cart and joked, "Master Qiu, your scales are always accurate."

"Of course, when you come, they are always spot-on." In other words, not necessarily for others.

On their first visit, they were shortchanged half a stone of beans, but given how long ago it was, Lu Yao didn't bother pursuing it further.

After verifying the contents of the bags and ensuring there were no pebbles or bean stalks mixed in, they began weighing the grains.

"By the way, what do you actually do? How can you bring so many beans every month?" At first, Qiu Mo thought Lu Yao grew the beans himself, but as the deliveries increased, he became curious. How much land would one need to grow so many beans?