Old Man Hua glanced at his troublesome daughter and patted her head a few times.

"Ah, this child has a miserable life. He lost his mother and father at a young age, and fled all the way to our village with his seriously ill grandfather."

Hua Qingcheng only knew that Mu Lige was the child husband that Ye Maochun bought for the original owner for one or two taels of silver, but she didn't know much else. This was the first time she heard Old Man Hua talk about Mu Lige's life experience, and she couldn't help but become curious.

"Dad, Li Ge..."

"It was a winter night six years ago. Dad remembers that the wind was blowing very hard. Although it wasn't snowing here, the wind was icy cold when it hit our bodies.

Dad was boiling water in the kitchen in the front yard when he heard a faint knock on the gate. He opened the door and found an old man, nearly dead, sitting at the doorstep, a ragged, unconscious teenager in his arms.

You didn't see it with your own eyes. It still aches in my heart to think about it now. In the dead of winter, the boy was wearing only a thin, ill-fitting black shirt riddled with holes. Even though he was unconscious, he was still shivering.

At that time, Li Ge's hair was disheveled, his face was dirty, his complexion was very pale, and his lips were dry and cracked, even turning purple. His hands were frozen like chicken claws, and his feet were bare, covered with cracked and bleeding cuts. He looked so miserable that he was even worse than a beggar, and his father was moved to tears.

Hua Qingcheng was shocked when she saw Old Man Hua wiping away tears in front of her. She never expected that Mu Lige, whose smile was as gentle as spring breeze and as gentle as jade, had such a tragic past. Just listening to Old Man Hua's description made people feel heartbroken.

"And what happened next?"

"Later, Dad quickly carried him into the kitchen and asked the old man with him to come in and warm himself by the stove. There was some leftover food at home, so Dad heated it up a little and gave it to the old man first.

Seeing that Li Ge was freezing, Dad quickly fetched a large bucket of warm water for him to soak in. After washing his face and hair, Dad discovered that he was actually a handsome young man. Seeing that his clothes were no longer wearable, Dad took out his own clothes and jacket to put on him first. Fortunately, he was tall, so his clothes were not much longer than his, so he just wore them for the time being.

Hua Qingcheng sighed secretly after hearing this. Fortunately, Father Hua was a kind-hearted person, otherwise her doctor might...

"Then why did Li Ge become our family's child husband?"

Ye Maochun looked up at the bleak night outside, and the lonely waxing moon hanging in the sky, and his memories were brought back to six years ago...

The old man stayed in the Hua family's backyard room for a night, watching over the unconscious boy by his bed. He was relieved the next morning when he saw the boy's face gradually getting better.

Seeing the person who saved them both walk in, the old man immediately knelt down in front of Ye Maochun and kowtowed.

"Zhiyuan thanks you so much for saving my life!"

Seeing this, Old Man Hua hurriedly put the hot porridge in his hand on the table and helped him up.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. No need to be polite!"

"How is he?"

Lying on the bed, Mu Lige, wrapped in a thick coat and quilt, slowly woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw a middle-aged man in simple clothes and with a kind face looking at her worriedly, and her cold heart felt slightly warmed.

"Thank you so much, uncle. I'm much better now!"

"My dear child, what a great suffering this is!"

Seeing the haggard handsome boy, Ye Maochun's eyes reddened. He quickly brought the rice porridge, picked up a wooden spoon, and fed the rice porridge to Mu Lige, the boy who was leaning on the bed, mouthful by mouthful.

The old man who was with Mu Lige only stayed in the Hua family for three days before leaving, saying that he was going to look for his lost family. Before leaving, he knelt in front of Ye Maochun and begged him to take Mu Lige in.

Thinking of that young man with a pair of clear and beautiful eyes, his elegance even in tattered clothes, and his own troublesome daughter, although there was a bit of fresh grass stuck in cow dung, Ye Maochun still sighed slightly and said:

"My family is still in need of a son-in-law. I wonder if he is willing..."

Ye Maochun couldn't bring himself to say "child-rearing husband" to such a handsome young man, but Qiao Zhiyuan understood the meaning. He then looked at Mu Lige beside him and saw that Mu Lige looked at Ye Maochun and nodded at him, so he agreed. Before he left, Hua Laodi specially prepared two sets of old clothes and some food for him, and also put a tael of silver in his bag.