Back in the house, Liang Bozhao took out a money bag from his arms and handed it to Ning Xiang.

"What is this?" Ning Xiang held the silver money in her hand, a little at a loss.

"The silver I got yesterday when I went to the city." Liang Bozhao said lightly, looked at his little daughter-in-law, and continued; "I came back in a hurry last night, and I didn't have time to buy you something, if you lack anything in the future, I'll add some for myself."

Ning Xiang's heart warmed, and she couldn't help but think of her previous life, when he was like this, he handed over all his hard-earned silver to himself, and at that time she only cared about squandering, but she never felt sorry for him that it was not easy to make money.

Ning Xiang's nose was a little sour, remembering that he left home with heavy firewood early yesterday morning, and walked such a long way to enter the city, this money bag was not only filled with silver money, but also his blood and sweat!

"When I got married, my father and mother prepared a lot of things for me, and I didn't lack anything, so you still have the money." Ning Xiang handed the money bag back to the man's hand again, with a very serious look on her little face, met the man's eyes, and said softly; "You are the head of the family, and if I am short of money, I will ask for it."

Liang Bozhao was a little helpless and a little pity, "You take it first, I'm extravagant, maybe I will spend this money with a meal." ”

Ning Xiang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that what Liang Bozhao said was reasonable, remembering that in his previous life, he did invite the villagers to drink in the wine shop, and at that time, he also heard some little sisters say, saying that he invited guests to eat is bold and generous, and anyone who knows or does not know can come over to drink a bowl, and the little sisters persuaded her to let her take care of the man.

Besides, whether it is the dowry when he gets married, or the gift he brings back to the door in three days, he is real, without a little flower, if not, how can he marry a daughter-in-law and spend all his savings, how can others let the matchmaker go to the woman's house to say, can reduce a little is a little, he is good, all agreed in one bite.

Ning Xiang is no longer shirking, and finally holds the money bag in the palm of her hand, their husband and wife have a long time to come, and the places where they use the money are all behind, and if they want to add dolls, don't spend money.

Seeing that his daughter-in-law accepted the money bag, the man smiled slightly, looking at Ning Xiangjiao's timid appearance, Liang Bozhao's sword eyebrows gradually sank, and he only said that in the future, he will no longer be able to make a living by chopping wood, he was himself before, as long as he could make a living, but now that he has married a wife, he can't let her live a hard life with him.

Liang Bozhao turned his eyes to the window and looked at the deep mountains in the distance.

Since Liang Bozhao bought back the hen, Ning Xiang has to go to the yard several times a day to see it, Liang Bozhao saw that she liked it, and built a nest for the chicken in the yard, Ning Xiang hoped that it could lay eggs sooner, and fed it with leftover food every day, but the expectation was always disappointed again and again.

On this day, Liang Bozhao entered the city again, left half of the remaining firewood for the family, and the other half was all packed, carried into the city to sell, and when he went home, it was not yet dark, and he saw Ning Xiang squatting in front of the chicken coop as soon as he entered the yard, holding his cheeks with his small hands, and was fascinated by the chicken.

He couldn't help but laugh when he looked at it, put down the cloth bag in his hand, Ning Xiang had already heard the movement and greeted him, he hugged the lady's slender waist and said in a low voice; "But a chicken, you're rare."

Ning Xiang was a little anxious, and said to her husband; "It's been days, but it hasn't moved, and it hasn't laid an egg."

Liang Bozhao smiled, didn't say anything, Ning Xiang was a little breathless, and asked tentatively; "Why don't we buy another rooster."