I Picked Up a High-Maintenance Mistress for Famine-Fleeing and Farming 69

Chapter 69: The Group’s “New Home”

After hearing her say this, Liu Yunhe’s cheeks immediately turned pink. She turned and took out the quilt, spreading it on the straw mat.

The bundle could only fit one quilt. At night, the few of them had to make do with sleeping on the straw mat. Liu Yunhe took out the colorful blanket and casually covered herself with it.

Her beautiful eyes, in contrast to her pink and white cheeks, were radiant and clear, looking at Muchun with a hint of reproach, but she did not dare to voice her accusation.

Muchun suddenly leaned forward and accurately pressed her lips against her rosy ones, her eyes crinkling as she looked at her.

“You…!”

“I’ll go out and have a look first. I’ll be back to accompany you at night,” she whispered in Liu Yunhe’s ear.

Liu Yunhe shyly and timidly gave her a push, telling her to hurry up and go out. She was so embarrassed she could die.

…

Muchun went out to look at Guan Yue’s rations. Twenty jin of fine rice, half a bag of white flour, a small bottle of rapeseed oil, two winter cabbages, and about ten small potatoes. These were all things the Li brothers had exchanged with the people in the city.

As long as you gave the city guards a little something, they would act as a middleman. You could exchange the fish you caught for some grain, and they would turn a blind eye.

It seemed that before she went down the mountain, everyone’s rations were enough.

The sky outside was getting dark. If it weren’t for the fire still lit in the cave, you wouldn’t be able to see your hand in front of your face.

In the medium-sized clay pot, millet porridge was bubbling with a “gudu-gudu” sound.

Dinner was simple. The buns were heated up. Because someone hadn’t eaten during the day, now, they could barely get one each.

“Sister Caiying, the porridge is ready, but we don’t have any bowls,” Zhao Xing’er said, only just realizing that no one had brought any bowls. Thanks to Dongjiu, they could still find some chopsticks and spoons.

Sigh, if she had known, she wouldn’t have laughed at her just now. Now what? They couldn’t all just hug the pot and drink, could they?

“Bowls? I brought them,” Liu Yunhe said, her eyes shifting. She went back into the tent and took out ten small bowls and five large ones from her pouch.

“When you’re out and about, how can you not bring your eating utensils?” she said with a smile, placing the fifteen bowls on the table.

“I wrapped them tightly in cotton cloth. It’s a good thing none of them broke. Otherwise, with so many of us, it wouldn’t be enough,” she said, carefully examining them one by one, as if she were afraid that one had broken.

“Now we’re all set. There’s really strength in numbers,” Zhao Xing’er said, seeming much more lively.

After washing the bowls, she distributed the porridge to everyone. The eggs were peeled and placed in the porridge to warm up. With the fragrant meat buns, it was a meal.

After the simple dinner, everyone finally let go of the day’s fatigue, took off their shoes and socks, and sat on the bed, chatting relaxedly.

About two meters away from the wooden bed, the small stove, surrounded by stones, was still crackling. The smell of pine wood being burned through filled the cave, a faint scent of pine.

Guan Yue sat quietly on her own bed, looking at her cousin’s bed next door with a resentful expression. She also wanted that cyan cloth curtain, hmph.

Sigh, but it was useless even if she had a cloth curtain. She had no excuse to make a small nest for herself. Now, even touching a small hand was a luxury.

Huang Caiying was chatting animatedly with the people next door. The few of them were laughing and joking for a long time, with a sense of relaxation after being released.

In the dim firelight, the girls’ long hair was loose, and they were chatting animatedly.

“Muchun, I want to go to the hot spring,” Liu Yunhe said, kneeling on the bed and wrapping her arms around Muchun’s neck from behind, whispering.

Muchun’s earlobe was very itchy from her breath. Her eyes lit up and she replied, “Let’s go.”

“Mm-hm,” Liu Yunhe nodded happily.

It was still a little cold and damp outside, but after soaking in the hot spring, these were not problems.

“Guan Yue, I’m taking Yunhe to the hot spring to have a look. You can go too if you want, but someone has to stay here and watch,” Muchun reminded.

“There’s a hot spring here?” Zhao Xing’er’s eyes lit up.

“Mm, there are a few small hot spring pools here. We’ve been here once before. In the future, we’ll fence this area off, and it will be more convenient for everyone,” she said. Since they were living in the mountains, they would naturally not let go of such a unique condition.

“Then shall we go in a bit too?” Zhao Xing’er asked for everyone’s opinion.

“I’m too tired today. Let’s go tomorrow,” Dongjiu said, glancing at the two at the door, thinking to herself, Why join in the fun? Since they were living here, they naturally had plenty of time to soak in the hot spring. There was no need to be in a hurry.

“There are so many things to watch here. Let’s go tomorrow. It’s too dark, and it’s easy to fall,” Huang Caiying was also too lazy to move. She had been walking all day and was very tired.

“Then we’ll go first,” Muchun said, taking a blanket and leading Liu Yunhe out of the cave.

At night, in the mountain forest, a thin mist had risen. Muchun draped the blanket over her shoulder, holding a lantern that Guan Yue had made in one hand and pulling Liu Yunhe with the other. The two of them slowly walked towards the hot spring.

The hot spring was not far from their cave. Muchun carefully identified the direction and accurately found the location of the pond.

The mist gradually dissipated, and the stars and moon in the night sky all appeared, illuminating the irregular mountain path.

The temperature of the water in the pool had not changed with the seasons and was still warm and slightly hot.

The mist on the surface was like a hazy gauze curtain, swaying back and forth with the small wind.

“Are we going in with our undergarments on?” Liu Yunhe asked, a little impatient when she saw the hot spring pool. She had also been tired all day and just wanted to relieve her fatigue in this slightly hot hot spring.

“Just wearing a bustier and shorts is fine. What’s the point of wearing undergarments?” Muchun asked, and used the lantern to check the surroundings, throwing the clothes she had taken off to the side.

Seeing her take them off so readily, Liu Yunhe also followed suit.

“Hurry up and get in, or you’ll freeze,” Muchun said, pulling her into the water.

The slightly hot spring water instantly enveloped her exposed skin, making every pore open up.

“Muchun, this water is a little hot,” she said. The stones that had been thrown in last time to be used as stools were still there.

The two of them sat on the stones, the spring water covering their chests.

“It’ll be fine in a bit. Do you want to sit on me?” Muchun asked, leaning against the side of the pool and relaxing. She had been busy these past few days, and at this moment, she was truly at ease.

“…No,” Liu Yunhe said, glancing at her and replying with a secret smile.

She playfully lifted her legs and stretched them in the water. But as she was playing, she lost control of her strength and fell backwards.

Thankfully, Muchun was quick and pulled her to her front.

Liu Yunhe lay horizontally on Muchun’s body, supported by the spring water, floating on the surface.

The moonlight happened to shine on the water surface, dyeing her long, slender legs the color of the moon.

The light-colored dudou, after getting wet, clung tightly to her chest, unable to even cover the fullness on both sides, letting the spring scenery be exposed.

After Liu Yunhe had played enough, she found that Muchun had fallen asleep against the stone wall. She realized she must have been very tired recently, so she didn’t disturb her, just quietly kept her company.

She couldn’t sleep for too long here. She had to watch her and wake her up in a quarter of an hour.

Muchun was only resting her eyes. She woke up the moment Liu Yunhe leaned over.

The woman before her, with bright eyes and pearly teeth, was like a water-soaked rose. Lying on her side, her entire beautiful back was exposed. She was kneading her calves, knees, and thighs, helping her to relax.

Her soft, nimble fingers applied a slight pressure, massaging her back and forth. Muchun tilted her head back, her palm stroking from her elegant shoulder down to her slender waist.

Then she tightened her grip, pulling the person into her arms.

“You’re awake?” Liu Yunhe asked, turning her head to look.

The woman’s long hair was half-dry, her features clean and handsome. Beneath her long lashes was a pair of slightly deep-set eyes.

“You’re very comfortable to hold,” Muchun murmured, her chin resting in the crook of Liu Yunhe’s shoulder, her voice low, but her hands were not idle.

Liu Yunhe was seduced by her voice and gradually opened her body, leaning against her.

The warm spring water washed over the sensitive areas again and again. The soft, delicate beauty in her arms trembled as if she had no bones.

Her hands were held behind her back. If she wanted to struggle, she could only rely on twisting her waist. The increasingly strong assault made her whimpering tone change again and again.

Finally, she had to open her mouth to beg for mercy, but she was turned over and kissed forcefully.

Liu Yunhe’s eyes were filled with a watery light. Her hands rested on Muchun’s firm shoulders, her brows furrowed as she bit her red lip, trembling…!

When they returned, Muchun had a blanket draped over her left arm and was carrying the lantern. On her back was her fragrant, soft little wife, and her right hand was resting on her bottom, carrying her back “home.”

Guan Yue was not yet asleep, sitting by the east entrance and watching the stove.

“Why are you carrying her back?” she asked casually.

“Mm… she fell asleep,” Muchun replied softly.

“Oh, then I’ll close the main gate now that you’re back,” she said, using large rocks and wooden planks to block the cave entrance, leaving a gap on both sides for ventilation.

The others were all asleep. Muchun carefully placed the sleeping person on the bed, then let down the bed curtain and lay down herself.

And so, the first night in their “new home” passed.

Muchun changed her into a dry dudou and shorts. She had wanted to put a nightgown on her as well, but she kept wrapping her smooth arms around her neck. In the end, she had to give up, folding the quilt and wrapping Liu Yunhe inside. She herself wore her middle clothes and covered herself with her jacket, lying on the straw mat.

The person, tired from the day, slept soundly, dreaming of mountains full of melons and fruits…!

…

The next day, the sparrows and squirrels outside woke up before the people. They too were busy with their own lives.

Muchun dressed the Young Miss early in the morning, then went with Guan Yue to check the farm tools.

The task of cooking at home was basically handed over to Yue Dongjiu. No matter where she went, she couldn’t escape the fate of a cook.

Liu Yunhe had slept very soundly, but when everyone else got up, she also opened her eyes.

While she was washing up, Baozhu saw a red mark under her neck and asked in surprise, “Sister Yunhe, what’s wrong here? It couldn’t be a mosquito bite, could it? It’s all red!”

“Where would a mosquito come from in this weather? You’re talking nonsense,” Zhao Xing’er said with a laugh from the side.

Liu Yunhe belatedly realized what she was talking about. Thinking of the red plums on her chest, her heart began to race. That damned big mosquito!

“Oh… it’s nothing… I probably just bumped into something. It’s fine,” she said, her expression calm. Anyway, they didn’t understand. Whatever she said, it was.

Guan Yue led Muchun to the place where the farm tools were hidden, about ten meters from their cave entrance, in a natural large stone pit filled with over a hundred iron shovels and other tools. It was covered with a coarse cloth, rubble, and then dead branches and weeds.

“Take those few choppers and short knives. Leave the rest here,” Muchun said, looking up and down.

“Okay,” Guan Yue said crisply, putting the dozen or so knives into a sack.

The two of them circled this mountain peak again. The terrain of this forest was relatively flat, and the cave they were living in was already in a relatively high position here.

The early spring mountain forest was quiet and remote. The occasional few bird calls were crisp and melodious. As they walked, the ground under their feet was already a patch of green.