The Adored Cub is Actually a Cultivation Big Shot!

A powerful figure from another world is assassinated and their body shrinks to the size of a child.

They are taken in by the Li family and become the center of everyone's adoration.

Chapter 140 In the end, the rats got the benefit.

Li Wenyi dared not say that no one in the county town would prepare so much grain, so he could only say, "There is a small, vacant storeroom not far from the back gate of the yamen and our courtyard. Why don't we put the grain there first? No one dares to steal it near the yamen."

Li Mantian shook his head: "If you put your yamen in today, it'll probably be eaten up by rats by tomorrow. You went through so much trouble to move it here, only to have it all benefit the rats?"

Li Wenyi put Ye Shuang down and helped Li Mantian move things inside. Fortunately, there was a small storeroom in the yard. Although it couldn't hold grain, it was just right for storing some items brought from their hometown. This made his father, who always frowned when he saw him, a little bit more satisfied.

"Dad, how many more times do we have to move things? I'm done with work today, so why don't I go back to the village with you?" Li Wenyi couldn't bear to see his father covered in sweat, making him, the son who had become a county magistrate, seem particularly useless.

Although that's how it seems to his father, he doesn't want to stand out too much and make everyone around him think that way.

Li Mantian pointed at Ye Shuang, who was standing at the door with a curious look on her face: "Taking good care of your sister has already helped me a lot. Besides, there's not much left. If we make one more trip, your mother can come and stay here tonight. We can make the rest tomorrow."

Li Wenyi wanted to say something more, but Li Mantian straightened up and caught his breath, saying, "We wanted to keep this move low-key, but if you go back, it won't be low-key at all. The village is already buzzing with gossip, so don't let things escalate any further."

But the villagers were the ones who made the mistake, so why should they be so considerate? Even if Li Wenyi wanted to say something, he couldn't bring himself to say it when he saw Li Mantian's melancholy face. After all, it was the place where he had lived since childhood. When he really wanted to speak harshly, he would always think back to the kindness he had shown when things were better. Oh well, he wouldn't see Li Mantian much in the future anyway, so why hold onto this now?

Li Mantian carried everything down, and Li Wenyi was responsible for placing each item in the storeroom. Of course, he also made sure to clean the storeroom beforehand to prevent the good items from getting dusty.

Ye Shuang, being a child, doesn't need to do any work. She only needs to supervise Li Wenyi. Li Mantian promised her that as long as she says Li Wenyi is slacking off, he will keep this brat in check when he comes to the county town, so that he won't think he can be arrogant just because he's become the county magistrate.

Ye Shuang smiled and agreed, thinking to herself that Li Wenyi had been so badly affected by the recent series of events that he had begun to doubt his life. It was really too much of a compliment to him to be so arrogant. If there were an opportunity for civil and military officials to retire, he would probably be the first to submit his petition. It was just a pity that he was too young, and such a good thing as retirement was not going to happen to him.

With Ye Shuang, this clever little devil, Li Wenyi, who had no intention of slacking off, worked even harder. It wasn't so much because she was supervising him, but more because he wanted to clear his mind by working. Right now, his head was a mess, filled with the case, the bandits, and Miss Ye.

Actually, when he heard Shuang'er say that her parents were moving in, a thought flashed through his mind for a split second: if his mother thought Miss Ye was also a good girl, and asked his mother to propose marriage, would Miss Ye agree? But when he thought of A Leng, the hardworking, never-complaining, and highly skilled martial artist in the yamen, this thought really only lasted for a moment.