Two days later, the work to waterproof and smoke-proof the cellar was completed. All that was left was to dig a tunnel from the Chen Family to Zhang He’s Family, connecting the two houses. When chaos descends, whether it’s rebels, bandits, or others, it’s certain Chen Family will be the target. Han Anniang had just about finished preparing the meal and laid it out. On the table were lard-fried wild vegetables, cornmeal buns, wheat porridge, sweet fermented rice, and a plate of soybeans to go with the liquor. Of course, there was also meat. The sweet fermented rice didn’t have much alcohol, it was sweet and even Han Anniang could drink it. Fresh chapters posted on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁 Zhang River was very considerate, pouring a cup for Chen Mo and Han Anniang. The sound of liquor being poured into bowls was crisp, with a clear light yellow color and a rich rice aroma. Chen Mo had just taken a sip of the rice wine when a voice came from outside the house, "Is Brother Mo here?" "Brother Mo, it’s Liu Shu," Zhang He stood up to look outside without Han Anniang needing to check and said. "Ask what he wants." Chen Mo put down the wine bowl and said softly. In truth, Chen Mo felt a slight guilt towards the Song Family. If he hadn’t killed Chen Hu, the Qinghe Gang might not have searched the village, leading to the situation with the Song Family, sigh... Zhang He went out and talked with Liu Shu for a while, then quickly came back in and said, "Brother Mo, he says he has something to talk to you about. Oh, he also brought Song Min." "Talk to me?" Chen Mo blinked, picked up a soybean and ate it, saying, "Let him in." "Brother Mo lets you in," Zhang He yelled from outside the house. Han Anniang picked up some dish to put in a bowl and was about to carry it into the room, but Chen Mo held her hand, letting her sit down, "Sister-in-law, there’s no need for this anymore. You should also sit down and listen." In Fu Ze Village, regardless of the family, when men talked business, women would consciously step into the house to avoid interfering. Today’s small gesture from Chen Mo brought an inexplicable bit of joy to Han Anniang’s heart. However, what happened next did not please her. Liu Shu led a little girl into the house. "Brother Mo, Brother Shui, Lady Han." Liu Shu greeted each person with nods and bows, then lightly pulled on his daughter, "Min’er, quickly greet everyone." "Brother Mo, Brother Shui, Sister Han..." The little girl, Song Min, looked up with a smile, greeting sweetly. When she saw the food on the table, especially the meat, her eyes couldn’t help but light up, and she quickly lowered her head fearing being caught drooling. Chen Mo and Zhang He nodded with smiles, while Han Anniang stood up, squatted in front of Song Min, and pinched her soft cheeks, "Min’er is such a good girl. You haven’t eaten yet, have you?" Saying this, she brought Song Min to the table and used chopsticks to pick a piece of pork for her. The events of the Song Family aroused Han Anniang’s sympathy for her. Song Min swallowed a bit of saliva carefully but didn’t take it. Instead, she turned to look at Liu Shu. "Hurry and thank this sister," said Liu Shu. "Thank you, Sister Han." Song Min took the meat, but instead of eating it herself, she tore off half and handed it back to Liu Shu, "Papa, you eat." Han Anniang was stunned. Liu Shu noticed the gaze of the three on him and, with an awkward smile, said, "Papa doesn’t eat, you eat." Only then did Song Min begin to eat in small bites. Chen Mo glanced at the two. Both Liu Shu and Song Min were neatly dressed, especially Song Min, who wore new cotton clothes and had recently washed hair, still wet. Chen Mo poured him half a bowl of sweet fermented rice and said, "What’s the matter, speak." "Thank you, Brother Mo." Liu Shu drank the rice wine in one gulp and then said with a smile, "Brother Mo, what do you think of Min’er?" Song Min looked around ten years old. At that age, features hadn’t developed, and she seemed thin from a long time without a full meal. Chen Mo’s brows furrowed, "Speak straightforwardly." Liu Shu smiled, rubbing his hands together, first praising Chen Mo for his future wife’s high status, then saying, "If Brother Mo doesn’t mind, how about arranging a marriage and letting Min’er be your concubine." "Cough cough..." Zhang River, who was drinking the sweet fermented rice, choked and coughed several times, covering his mouth. If Song Min wasn’t present and talking poorly in front of a child, Zhang River would have said, "Where did you get the courage to say this, talk marriage? Do you think you’re worthy?" Brother Mo was someone who could kill Chen Hu, a legitimate martial artist. Even if looking for a concubine, it’s not like he couldn’t find one, could he really fancy a little girl from a small mountain village? Even Han Anniang thought the two were mismatched. Yet, her heart felt as if it was being tugged. Especially Liu Shu’s words, "Brother Mo’s future wife will surely be a noble daughter," made Han Anniang feel hollow inside. After all, by law and ethics, she was Chen Mo’s sister-in-law and could never become his wife. Even if she didn’t care about reputation, Chen Mo must care; she had to care about his reputation. The two of them could be together, but it could never be openly displayed. Song Min also stopped chewing the meat in her mouth, lowering her head and twisting her clothes with a hint of shyness in her eyes. Although she was only ten, children from poor families grow up early. Moreover, marriages for thirteen or fourteen-year-olds were common, and she understood somewhat what her father meant. And upon hearing this, Chen Mo’s mouth twitched. He had no interest in children, nor any desire for grooming relationships. To him, Song Min was akin to a schoolchild. Also, regarding women, he was very pragmatic, only fancying young, beautiful ones with good figures, maintaining a slight nature of a rogue. He had no interest in Song Min whatsoever. Of course, he didn’t refuse too bluntly, since the little girl was right there; he didn’t want to hurt her pride. Chen Mo said, "What kind of joke is this? She’s still a child. What kind of father are you? Also, how long has it been since Uncle Song and your wife Yun Niang passed? The three-year mourning period isn’t even over, and you’re bringing this up..." Chen Mo’s gaze turned cold as he glared at Liu Shu. Liu Shu shivered but didn’t want to give up, "Brother Mo, perhaps let Min’er stay by your side as a maid or something. Don’t let her age fool you; she’s very well-behaved and can handle everything." He cast a glance at Song Min. Seeing Liu Shu’s look, Song Min quickly nodded towards Chen Mo, "Brother Mo, Min’er is very good and won’t cause you trouble." Chen Mo smiled, giving a cornmeal bun to Song Min, saying, "Brother Mo didn’t say you’re not good, but you’re still young. Your main thing now is to go back, mourn for your mother, and honor your grandfather and grandmother, without thinking about anything else." He turned back to Liu Shu, "I don’t want to have to repeat myself."