If this time they truly obtained a treasure and suddenly made a fortune, it would confirm that Xie Yuan also had secrets on him.
Perhaps he was reborn?
At this point, she had already given up the idea that he might also be a time traveler.
Xie Yuan’s words and actions were entirely those of a person from this era; it was impossible for him to be like her, a modern traveler.
So the most likely explanation was that he was a reborn person.
Every time she thought of this, Zhou Xing felt a little excited.
She did not have a “golden finger,” but if Xie Yuan was a reborn person, then he would effectively be her golden finger.
In many novels, reborn people could glimpse opportunities in advance. With just a little hint, she could stand at the forefront of the times.
Xie Yuan only felt that his wife was considerate, but why was she so supportive? Why was she so certain that he would definitely obtain treasure? These questions were not that he did not want to think about them, but that he chose not to.
As husband and wife, whatever happened, he was her world.
“No sooner than half a month. Then I’ll have to trouble my wife to prepare more food.”
“No problem. My flatbread skills are very good. You can take flatbreads with you then,” Zhou Xing said. She felt bread was easier to preserve.
Soon, the buns were reheated. They also stir-fried a dish and made a plate of cold wild vegetables.
Although they had already eaten, one bun was not enough to fill them, so they ate a little more.
The two children were tasting hot meat buns for the first time. They were filled with meat and smelled incredibly good.
“So good! So this is what meat buns taste like,” Xiao Yao said happily.
“As long as it’s meat, it tastes good,” Xiao Zong said as he took a big bite, very satisfied.
“If we have more meat, that would be great,” Xiao Zong thought.
“Once Auntie earns money, I’ll buy meat for you every day,” Zhou Xing said with a smile.
“Really?” the two children were excited.
“Does our jam sell well?” Xiao Zong asked.
Zhou Xing smiled, “Our Xiao Zong already knows how to worry about family income. It sold very well.”
“Really? That’s great! I knew Auntie’s food would sell well. Can we make more?”
“Yes. Your uncle and I are going into the mountains again tomorrow. You two will stay at Aunt He’s house,” Zhou Xing said.
Xiao Zong insisted he could stay home and take care of his younger brother, but Zhou Xing refused, worried about safety.
In the end, Xie Yuan agreed to let him stay.
That night, Zhou Xing bathed the children and also washed herself.
As the weather grew warmer, walking all day made them sweat.
“I should collect soapberries from the mountain tomorrow,” Zhou Xing said.
“Alright,” Xie Yuan replied.
Later, Zhou Xing asked about spring planting.
Xie Yuan said it would begin in a few days and suggested she bring A Shan when selling jam next time.
At night, Xie Yuan gently dried her hair.
Zhou Xing reminded him she had forgotten to draw the crossbow design and would do it the next morning.
Xie Yuan agreed.
They also talked about entering the mountains to search for ginseng, which was dangerous and required preparation.
As they talked, Xie Yuan suddenly became quiet and slightly embarrassed.
Zhou Xing asked what was wrong.
He said nothing, only mentioning A Shan’s skills and strength, saying she could help protect the children.
Zhou Xing was surprised.
She then casually asked why Xie Yuan hadn’t married A Shan, since they were close.
Xie Yuan was speechless and firmly denied it, saying their relationship was like siblings.
Zhou Xing teased him a little.
Xie Yuan eventually let it go.
They fell asleep after talking for a while.
Zhou Xing felt herself being held in her sleep but did not resist.
She understood they were husband and wife, and this was inevitable.
But even so—men could still change their hearts.
Yet between them, it was not certain who was the “flower” waiting to be chosen.