Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Chapter 489 Ouyang Caifeng

Fusu's lips curled up slightly, and he jokingly said, "Isn't it good to just stay here? Look, you've already settled down here, and your wife is so considerate to you, treating you like a Buddha every day."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhuiying's face, and he quickly said, "Master, please stop teasing me. Let's get down to business. When are we leaving?"

Fusu put away his smile and said in a deep voice, "We will leave tonight at midnight. Go back and quietly prepare. We will meet under the old locust tree at the village entrance at midnight."

"Okay!" Zhuiying agreed readily. He had been looking forward to this day for a long time. The longer he stayed here, the more uneasy he felt.

Not long after Zhuiying left, San Gouzi walked into the yard, carrying a backpack and a hoe. He looked up and saw a mountain of firewood piled in the yard. He asked, "A Su, how did you chop so much firewood?"

Fusu stopped what he was doing and replied with a smile: "The weather is getting colder, so I thought I'd chop some more firewood so that I don't have to worry about running out of firewood when it gets cold."

San Gouzi grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. He then gently placed the backpack and hoe in the corner of the yard and said, "There's no need to chop so much at once. From now on, you can let me do the manual labor at home."

Mother once said that Ah Su was a scholar, and scholars were not good at doing heavy work. During the time he spent with Ah Su, San Gouzi had already considered Ah Su to be one of his own family members. Although Ah Su had never called him "big brother", this did not stop him from caring about Ah Su.

Ah Su piled the firewood that Zhuiying had chopped neatly under the eaves, dusted off his hands, and said, "It's okay. I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway."

San Gouzi scratched his head and said with a smile, "We haven't finished eating all the steamed buns I made last time. If you really feel bored, how about I teach you how to grow vegetables?"

As soon as he said that, San Gouzi suddenly remembered his mother's words: Ah Su might have been the son of a wealthy family. So he quickly added, "Don't worry, I'll take care of all the hard work. I'm strong enough to do the digging. You just need to sow the seeds in the hole."

Ah Su happily replied, "Okay, you dig the holes and I sow the seeds. We'll grow tons of vegetables then."

Zhuiying dragged his exhausted body back home, his back aching. As soon as he entered, he collapsed onto the soft bed. Although he was a martial arts expert, the physical work of chopping wood was really painful to his back, as if it was about to break in two.

"Aying, what's wrong? Is your waist hurting?" Ma Caifeng's gentle voice sounded in his ears.

Zhuiying originally wanted to ask Ma Caifeng to leave first so that he could be alone. But before he could say anything, a pair of small but strong hands gently rested on his waist, which was about to break.

The hands rubbed with just the right amount of force, and each stroke precisely relieved the pain in his waist.

Zhuiying unconsciously uttered two words: "Comfortable!"

Seeing this, Ma Caifeng pursed her lips and smiled slightly, saying, "Then I'll give you more massages."

This was the first time that Aying did not reject her. Ma Caifeng looked at the man lying on the bed with a look of comfort and enjoyment on his face, and her heart felt as sweet as if it were filled with honey. This handsome man was her husband, the man she was determined to love for the rest of her life.

Ma Caifeng gently massaged Zhuiying's waist and asked softly, "Aying, we've been married for so long, but I still don't know your name."

After saying that, she stared at Zhuiying with a pair of eyes full of infatuation. After a woman gets married, she usually takes her husband's surname. Even though Aying was marrying into the family as a son-in-law, Ma Caifeng was willing to take his surname. She had even decided in her heart that the surname of their future child would follow Aying's.

Zhuiying turned his head and caught a glimpse of Ma Caifeng's pitiful appearance, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. Thinking that he would be leaving the village tonight, he sighed softly and said slowly, "I tell you that you can, but you must not tell anyone else."

"Yes!" Ma Caifeng nodded vigorously. "This is a secret between us two. Don't worry. I swear to God that I will never tell anyone."

Zhuiying spoke slowly, "My last name is Ouyang, and my courtesy name is Zhuiying. Did you hear that clearly?"

Ma Caifeng didn't know that in Dayan, the surname Ouyang signified aristocracy. When Zhuiying revealed his last name to her, he was implicitly hinting that there was more to him than meets the eye, and subtly conveying the impossibility of a lifelong marriage with her.

However, how could the naive Ma Caifeng grasp the profound meaning of this? She simply nodded with joy, immersed in the joy of knowing her husband's last name, completely unaware of the complex and helpless emotions behind Zhuiying's words.

"I remember, your last name is Ouyang, and your courtesy name is Zhuiying." Ma Caifeng stared at the man on the bed with a dazed look.

In fact, she knew that he would drug her every night. But even so, she was still willing to cooperate with him, even if she had to sleep on the cold ground after being drugged, she had no complaints.

She was secretly delighted. From now on, she would be called Ouyang Caifeng. What a beautiful name! Zhuiying was indeed much better than Yang Qingfeng. Even his name was so unique.

So his name is Ouyang Zhuiying. Doesn't that name sound like his personality? Zhuiying—stubborn, really stubborn. He clearly has someone in his heart, but he refuses to admit it. Thinking of this, Ma Caifeng's lips curled up slightly.

Zhuiying looked at Ma Caifeng's silly look and thought that when his waist hurt less later, he would knock this silly wife unconscious.

Perhaps due to the exhaustion from chopping wood during the day, Zhuiying unknowingly fell asleep in bed. When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he saw that the night outside the window was already deep, and the room was also shrouded in darkness.

He quickly got up, and with the faint moonlight coming in from the window, he estimated that it was not yet midnight, so he quickly rolled over from the bed. When he stood up, he realized that his waist didn't seem to be as painful as before, and there was a faint smell of medicinal wine in the air.

Zhuiying looked down at Ma Caifeng sleeping on the ground and couldn't help but curse in his heart: This woman is so audacious! How dare she take off my clothes while I was asleep? However, when he thought that she took off her clothes to apply medicine to him, the anger that had just surged in his heart subsided a little.

He sighed softly, with a look of helplessness and reluctance in his eyes. He stared silently at Ma Caifeng sleeping on the ground, and his thoughts became complicated.