That evening, after Lu Chengwen returned from having dinner with Lord Li, he pulled Ning Yan aside on the bed and said, "Don't you want to ask me what my brother Li does?"

"Lord Li is a burly man, and he has a knife wound, so he must be a military general. The fact that he dared to come to your territory to recuperate while injured shows that you have a very close relationship. My husband is a man of both literary and martial talents, and his mind is beyond the reach of ordinary people. If you dare to bring him home, then he must be a good person. Therefore, I don't need to ask any more questions."

Lu Chengwen looked at Ning Yan for a long time, then hugged her and pressed her down on the bed.

If he had known he would meet her, he would have preferred to go against his elders' wishes and wait a few more years.

That way, there won't be an extra wife between them.

However, then there would be no Xiaobao...

He kissed the servant woman fiercely, "My lady, will you stay with me for the rest of your life?"

Ning Yan licked her lips, which had been kissed so hard by someone, and replied with a smile, "Yes."

Then I looked up and kissed those thin lips.

Lu Chengwen felt drunk at this moment, his mind was dizzy, and his brain was like fireworks. His wife seemed to be treating him differently. He couldn't describe the feeling, but he could feel it.

"Madam, do you prefer Xiaobao or me?"

Ning Yan blinked twice. "You're twenty-six years old. What are you comparing yourself to a four-year-old?"

Lu Chengwen: ...Is it because I like him more that I don't let him compete? No, it's because we've never competed before!

"Let's have two children? My child and your child."

Ning Yan: "Aren't you afraid that if I have my child, I'll abuse Xiao Bao?"

"Don't be afraid, you won't."

Ning Yan shook her head: "People change. You think this way now, but your thoughts will unconsciously change when I have my own child."

I treat Xiaobao better than my own child. You might wonder, how could anyone treat someone else's child better than their own? Madam, you're too shrewd.

I treat Xiaobao worse than my own child. You might think, "We're not blood-related after all. How can things be so different after such a short time?"

"If I treat them the same way, you might think, 'Are they really the same? They're all just putting on an act for me!'"

Lu Chengwen said lewdly, "I would never think that way. So, let's start having a baby now."

Ning Yan rolled her eyes dramatically. The result doesn't matter, enjoy the process, right?

He's a 26-year-old man; if he doesn't exercise some restraint, she's afraid he won't be able to have children when he gets older.

...

After the Lantern Festival, Ning Song still packed his bags and went to Sanhu Mountain.

He thought the bandits would be very careful when recruiting people, but to his surprise, as soon as he gave his name, the bandit guarding the gate took him to see the second-in-command.

Why is he the second-in-command?

Because the chief leader is not on the mountain for a long time.

Sanhushan was managed by the second-in-command.

The second-in-command was named Cheng Mang. He was a middle-aged man with a thick beard, eight feet tall, burly and strong. He had a large knife beside him and had the aura of a ruthless bandit.

"Ning Song? Tell me, what are your skills, and why do you want to come and join my Three Tigers Mountain?"

Ning Song glanced at the second-in-command on the high seat and said frankly, "I am strong and have practiced some basic moves. I just want to go out and make my way in the world."

Although the Three Tigers Mountain was known as a bandit stronghold, it never robbed ordinary people. My parents and family were all ordinary people, and I didn't want them to be bullied, so I came here. The reason was that simple and honest.

"Good, you have a good eye. Here's what we'll do: the stronghold has taken in a new batch of people these past two days. You'll be their leader. Er Lengzi, you take him down to arrange their lodgings, and then introduce them to the new recruits. Tomorrow, you'll help him train the newcomers."

Er Lengzi was stunned. Good heavens, the village had taken in nearly three hundred refugees in the past two days. This kid surnamed Ning was in charge of so many people as soon as he arrived. He was worth three centurions!

Moreover, he is supposed to assist the other party, just because he says he is "strong"?

However, they always had no choice but to obey the second-in-command's decisions, so Er Lengzi obediently led his men down.

Ning Song didn't expect this second-in-command to be so easy to talk to. He was a newcomer, and he was put in charge of people. What was the second-in-command thinking?

However, it doesn't matter. He's here to rack up rewards and make a name for himself. Whether he succeeds in the latter one or not doesn't matter, so what does he have to be afraid of?

Er Lengzi brought a four-person room. The other three were also small leaders like him, but they were old men from the mountain. Er Lengzi reminded Ning Song: "Don't mess with them. They've all killed people. They have a lot of murderous aura. They'll draw their swords at the slightest provocation. Be careful."

Just an ordinary farmer, Er Lengzi couldn't figure out what was so special about Ning Song no matter how he looked at him.

Strong? Every farmer has some strength, but how could he possibly be stronger than those rough men who exercise in the mountains every day?

Ning Song smiled at the other party, "Thank you for the reminder, Brother Lengzi. I will be careful." After saying that, he took out a handful of dried meat from his bundle and stuffed it into Er Lengzi's hand, "Try it. My mother brought it for me because she was afraid I would miss home. Please give me more advice in the future, Brother Lengzi."

Er Lengzi took the dried meat with a happy expression, and immediately began to speak politely, "Look at what you're saying, starting tomorrow we'll be brothers working together, no need for such formalities."

However, you don't sound like an ordinary farmer. Have you been to school?

"I wouldn't call it reading; I just know a few characters."

"Being literate is impressive, isn't it? You don't know, there are only a few people in our village who can read and write, the rest are all illiterate."

Actually, Ning Song really wanted to ask how many bandits were on the mountain, why his sister said that the people of Sanhu Mountain would succeed, and why the escape system also told him to listen to his sister. Could it be that there were many people hiding on the mountain?

But he was also a little smart. If he really asked that question, he was afraid he would be mistaken for a spy and thrown out. So he kept quiet and only asked Er Lengzi about trivial matters such as food, drink, and lodging.

"Eat? Let's eat in the kitchen. We have ten kitchens on the mountain, and I heard we need to add two more recently, otherwise it's too crowded."

The cooking was done by our family members; the food wasn't very good, but at least we were full.

Let me tell you, the food in kitchen number three is the best, because it's cooked by Sansheng's mother. Her mother used to be a cook, and sometimes even our second and third leaders eat there.

"And what about your daily routine?"

Er Lengzi said, "Training starts at 5:00 AM every morning, breakfast is at 7:00 AM, training continues for half an hour, there is a one-hour rest at noon, and farm work is done in the afternoon. Dinner is at 7:00 PM."

Change it every two days.

The so-called "two-day rotation" meant that the bandits alternated between training and farm work. Half of them would train in the morning and work in the afternoon, and after two days they would switch back to doing farm work in the morning and training again in the afternoon.

He's busy for more than five hours a day, but it's good to be busy. It's better than when he's at home and wants to leave all the time, which his wife thinks is stupid and that he doesn't know how to enjoy life.

Doesn't she realize how good fortune she had come from? It all depended on him! (End of Chapter)