If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

Wen Yao met the curiosity in his eyes, and like a child, she was both amused and exasperated: "Of course, men and women are different. I don't have any muscles, so of course I'm soft."

"I don't really like this soft, limp look. It doesn't give off any sense of strength. You're so skilled, could you teach me how to build muscle sometime?"

She wanted to become stronger, like Chen Yuting, so that everyone would instinctively fear her and wouldn't have the thought of bullying her.

Jiang Lie couldn't stand her speaking in such a soft tone, but the thought of having another rough and tough wife made him shudder.

"Ahem, my daughter-in-law knows medicine and how to make poison, so she's definitely capable of self-defense. She doesn't need to work so hard to build muscle; it would break my heart."

"Hmm, what you said makes sense."

The two lingered in the yard for a while before slowly making their way to the corner of the wall to discuss how big a chicken coop should be. For now, since there was only an old hen, it didn't need to be too big.

"How big should it be?"

Jiang Lie looked down at the top of her soft hair: "How many chickens do you plan to raise in the future? If you're planning to raise some chickens at home, I suggest you build a large house from the start."

"This way, it's spacious when there are few chickens, and it's fine when there are many chickens, saving us the trouble of dismantling it and building a bigger one."

Wen Yao thought about it and agreed. It would be best to do it all at once. In the future, she certainly couldn't buy every egg. She had money, but she still had to be careful with her money.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. If we're going to live our lives in the future, raising a dozen or so chickens will be enough. We can't even eat all the eggs they lay. Let's build a chicken coop with about twenty chickens."

"I'll help you out, let's get to work quickly."

Jiang Lie nodded, found some wood chips, nails, a small hammer, a saw, and other tools, and put them aside: "Just hand me the things, be careful not to hurt your own foot."

Feeling warm inside from the man's thoughtful instructions, Wen Yao's voice became even softer and sweeter: "Okay, I know. I'm not a child anymore, I wouldn't be so stupid."

The two focused on their work and finished building a chicken coop in less than half a day. It even had a roof, so the chickens wouldn't get wet and sick on rainy days.

Jiang Lie straightened up, looked at her fluffy hair, and said with incredibly gentle eyes, "Everything is ready. Do you want to stay a little longer, or should I take you back?"

Wen Yao glanced at the sky: "Let's go back. If we don't go back soon, people will start gossiping. I'll take care of your wound every day. I'll head back now."

"Okay, I'll take you."

After watching the people enter the educated youth compound, Jiang Lie returned to his own courtyard, cut some bamboo, split it into suitable sections, and then built a chicken coop.

After returning home, I released the two hens inside and watched them huddle together, seemingly afraid of me. I chuckled softly, "Not as brave as Yao Yao."

She got up and went back under the eaves, sat on a small stool and began to wash the underwear. Her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of tearing that small piece of fabric. Yao Yao glared at herself in embarrassment and annoyance.

After washing, hang them to dry on the windowsill, and with the door closed, no one can see them.

The next day after work, Wen Yao came over with her medical kit to help him change his dressing. Looking at the bloodstains on the gauze, she frowned slightly: "Your wound is bleeding. Did you tear it while working?"

Jiang Lie blinked, looking like an honest man: "Yeah, I bumped into it by accident today. Yao Yao, don't be angry. I'll be more careful next time. Why don't you blow on it for me and it won't hurt anymore?"

"You're such a worry! I told you to be careful during the activity and not to tear the wound."

"I don't think your injury will heal for several days. You should sleep alone on your wedding day to avoid tearing the wound again in the bridal chamber. You can consummate the marriage when it's healed."

Wen Yao had only said it in a fit of anger. This man was so clingy and persistent that if she hadn't said it, he wouldn't have cared about her wound at all and would have continued working, tearing it open again.

Jiang Lie panicked upon hearing this. How could that be? He had been holding back for so long, waiting to enter the bridal chamber on their wedding night. If his wife wouldn't allow him to touch her, he might as well kill her.

His eyes slowly turned bloodshot. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, trapping her there. He lowered his head and kissed her face repeatedly, his voice sounding pitiful.

Her voice was hoarse: "No, Yao Yao, don't punish me like this, it's like killing me."

As he spoke, he hugged her and pressed her slightly closer to himself. Wen Yao naturally felt the strange sensation, and her scalp tingled. She reached out and pounded on his chest, saying, "You bastard, let me go!"

"You're not allowed to say things like that, or I won't let go."

"...Fine, I'll take care of you. I'll treat your wound properly. If I see any more bleeding tomorrow, I'm not going to take care of you anymore. You're so annoying."

Jiang Lie nodded obediently, "Okay, I'll listen to my wife. I'll be extra careful when I'm working."

Wen Yao got up from his lap, squatted down and gently treated the wound, blowing on it from time to time, her eyes full of heartache: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. Blow on it and it will hurt even less."

After treating her wound for half an hour, Jiang Lie led her to the yard and pointed to a corner: "Yaoyao, look, I made you a swing. It's cool and well-ventilated over there."

"You can sit up here and read a book from now on. You like reading, right? I made you a reclining chair. It's very comfortable to lean back against."

Hearing him say that, Wen Yao noticed the swing set in the corner. Her eyes lit up, and she subconsciously walked over, sat down, and tried it out: "It's so cool! Is this a bamboo chair?"

Jiang Lie nodded: "Yes, I made it especially sturdy, and the ropes were specially made so they can support the weight of two people. I can sit on it without any problem."

As she spoke, her gaze on the swing intensified, filled with an unknown expectation. She blinked, suppressing the infatuation she felt for the man in her heart.

Wen Yao noticed that his gaze was a little off, so she waved her hand in front of him and said, "What's wrong? Do you want to ride the swing too? You can have it, it's kind of scary to stare at people like that."

Jiang Lie calmed down a bit, his voice terribly hoarse: "It's okay, try it and see if the height is suitable. If not, I'll adjust it."

"We'll plant flowers here against the wall for you. You'll like roses, right? You can swing here and enjoy the fragrance. If you don't like roses, we can plant other flowers."

The important thing is to have plenty of flowers to block the view, so that when you're being intimate with your wife in the yard, you don't have to worry about being spied on by anyone. Hmm, that's perfect.

Wen Yao hummed in agreement: "Let's go with roses. They're pretty and smell nice. Don't you think growing flowers is pretentious? It seems like very few people in the countryside are willing to grow flowers for their wives."

Jiang Lie raised an eyebrow: "They are them, and I am me. As long as you like it and I'm willing to plant it, that's enough. We don't need to care what others think."