Chapter 4: Home wall

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A coarse white linen filial pie, with white silk tied around his head, the goose egg face is very beautiful, the eyes are red, the eyelashes are still wet, and the small nose is also cold red. She is looking at him timidly.
Zheng Shaopeng stared at her staring, Yang Hanshi? Is it too small? Should I go to the first day or the second day? Although he has had a lot of experience in resurrecting from death and quickly integrating into a new life, at first glance, the wife of the new identity is so 'young', his heart is still weird.
The extremely weak body propped up and knelt for a while. He had already begun to shake again. Before he was fainted again, he grinned reluctantly and said to her, "Don't be afraid, I'm not dead yet."
Han Youniang's eyes were wide open, and she stared at him immediately, her tears gradually dimmed her eyes, and for a long while, she burst into tears.
The cry made Zheng Shaopeng's cold whizzing from the tail spine to the back of his head. It took so much sadness and sorrow to cry so heartbroken.
Han Youniang wept bitterly, clutching the coffin with both hands, fearing that she would collapse to the ground as soon as she let go. I usually just take care of him without complaining and regretting it. I just married and just married. The two did not even say a few words. In fact, there is no deep feeling between them.
But now she only knew what he meant to herself and how important it was. Even if he had only one breath, he was a man of his own. With him there, the family would not be finished, and there would be a pillar.
Zheng Shaopeng was crying for a while. She just wanted to comfort her and said a few words like 'First time meeting, please take care of me'. Unfortunately, he didn't struggle, and his mouth opened like a sticky fish, but he said nothing. When he came out, he turned his eyes and fainted.
There was another chaos in the hall, and the sober Han Youniang dragged him out of the coffin in tears. Mrs. Yang has heard of some people who have been brought back to life, but they are not too fussed. Seeing Yang Ling's resurrection, although he was a little embarrassed in his heart, he was more happy.
After all, Yang Ling is the only person worthy of this name in Jimingyibao. It is also a glorious thing to have such a person in the family. How to say that is also the blood of Yang's own.
I was persuaded by my son and ran to grab property, although it was for his son ’s intentions, but half of his selfishness was worried that this little widow could not keep it. After a few years, he brought the Yang family ’s fields and remarried. When I came here, I went to this door to worry, and then I collected my thoughts.
He was very embarrassed to ask someone to help put his nephew on the bed, and then he went to find a doctor. After spending most of his time working, he left with the help of his children and grandchildren.

Two bowls of corn porridge, a dish of pickles, is the first meal of the ninth great man Zheng Shaode who was reincarnated as Yang Ling and his wife. An oil lamp wobbled on the stove as if it were not extinguishing, and a smell of fireworks filled the room.
In the first eight times of reincarnation, I was either a wealthy family or a big man. At first, I ate this kind of food. Despite the hunger and hunger, Zheng Shaopeng, who is now a Ming Xuanfu talent in the Ming Dynasty for 17 years, Yang Ling also barely ate 70%. It was hard to swallow.
Han Youniang was very sweet. Although the coarse tea and light rice were too hard, but she saw that her husband not only survived again, but even could eat on her own. Only little joy and satisfaction in her heart.
Looking at the house on the four walls of the home apprentice, Yang Ling could not help but secretly sigh. Looking at this little girl Han Youniang, she drank a bowl of corn porridge very sweetly, and licked all the edges of the bowl clean with her little tongue. Yang Ling couldn't help but feel A bit of bitterness: "Damn Ghost Judgment seems to be fooling myself. I knew it was better than enjoying the days of being a billionaire, even though I was a bit older ..., what should I do now? Long live minus one thousand years old? It might as well be mixed for two years, at least ... Although this younger daughter is younger, it is really beautiful. "
He was thinking about it. When he saw Han Youniang piled the bowl down, he pushed the remaining half of the bowl of corn porridge over. He said warmly: "Not yet full? Come, drink these too."
Han Youniang only took a bold look at her man at this time. His appearance was still very haggard, but his spirit was much better, and his eyes also had a look. Seeing his beautiful eyes staring at himself tenderly, Han Youniang couldn't help but some Ashamed, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "Xiang Gong, your illness is beginning to heal and you should eat more."
Yang Ling thought for a while, and then searched in her head to find that she should be called a lady, but this ancient name was really awkward to call, but fortunately, the original Yang Ling had been dizzy all day long since he fell ill, even his eyes. I was too lazy to open it, and I never called her a girl, so I called her breast name: "Young girl, my body is just right, so I can't eat too much, and if you don't eat it, you waste it."
After thinking for a while, Han Youniang smiled shyly at him, and took the bowl and whispered: "Thank you so much."
Yang Ling looked at her carefully. The girl had taken off her filial piety and changed into a blue clothed shirt. Her face looked immature. It might be the reason for the perennial martial arts. It looks very handsome, with slightly dark skin, but thick eyebrows, pretty nose, plump lips, and eyes. It looks very cute.
Realizing that her husband was looking at her, Han Youniang thought that she had something inelegant about her food, and she couldn't help but shyly leaned over her body. This is the first time she and her husband have sat together for dinner since they were married. Although it has been more than half a year since they were married, in her impression, her husband ’s impression is still blank, except knowing his name, Knowing that he was the youngest talent in Xuanfu, and the only man of merit in Jimingyibao, he knew nothing about it.
There is a dining room in the middle of the house. The door is the cooktop. The right is the bedroom. There is a faint smell of medicine inside. The left side was originally the residence of Yang Ling's parents. After the old man died, he left it idle to pile up some debris.
The dining hall is also the living room, and it is also the spiritual hall of Yang Ling. Han Youniang is afraid that his illness is too weak. She insists on letting him go and helps him to sit on the kang head. After the pile reached the door, the Lingtang was dismantled, and he was too busy to sweat.
Seeing Han Youniang tidying up the house, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly, saying that modern girls have more contact and eat better, so precocious, what is precocious? It's just their bodies and yuwang who are precocious. Look at Han Youniang, this is the maturity of the mind.
The fifteen-year-old girl, just after the door, will serve a bedridden patient. It is such a poor home, but it is really difficult for her, and I do n’t know how to get through it in the past six months. Looking at her beauty and ingenuity, Yang Ling didn't feel a little emotional. The girl's simple and pure appearance gave him a feeling of pity and cherishment. Thinking about living at most two more years, he really didn't Willing to spoil others.
Han Youniang turned her head around and saw that he was sitting on the kang and looking at himself, and he couldn't help but get a hot face. For more than half a year, he only hoped his own man would wake up, but now he really woke up and was seen by him like this She felt uncomfortable all over.
She was a little embarrassed and walked into the house shyly to highlight the oil lamp. Seeing that his eyes were still chasing and looking at herself, her face couldn't help but get hotter, but she didn't know how to talk to him, she was in the house Grinded again for a while, blushing over and pulling thin over to be laid on his legs for him, stuttering authentically: "Xiang Gong, you have just recovered, rest for a while, I and I will go to Li Da Niang's house next door Go for a trip and come back in a while ", and he fled out of the house as he said.
Yang Ling smiled slightly, his heart filled with warmth. He didn't know what he was suffering from, but since he was possessed, it hasn't been a big deal except for long-term bed rest and malnutrition.
Seeing Han Youniang ran out, he opened the quilt and came down, just taking the opportunity to get acquainted. At first glance, his heart couldn't help but cool down halfway, it was empty everywhere.
Walking to the opposite room, from Han Youniang ’s mouth, he already knew that this was the original residence of Yang Ling ’s parents. Now he was empty and put some debris. He walked to the door and carried a grain-lifting bag, but there was nothing left in it. A bowl of broken corn, no wonder she only boiled two bowls of porridge at night, drinking half of the remaining bowl of porridge is still so fragrant, I do not know how many days have not eaten a full meal, Yang Ling's nose is a bit sour.
Such a day is a problem if you are alive. How can you live this winter? I said that I would eat and die, but I did n’t say that I would starve to death. In his heart, he cursed the judge devil one by one.
The room was not big, and there was nothing in the room. He walked around a few times. He pushed open the door and went out. The night in the mountain village was dark and dim. The small oil lamp in each house was not far away, not like the current one. The countryside is bright everywhere. After looking at the moon that was covered by the dark clouds in the sky, he only felt cold and boneless, Shino was quiet, and did not know where Han Youniang had gone. He was about to return to the room, and suddenly heard a squeak not far away. Some dogs barked.
Hearing his ears, he only heard the voice of an elderly woman who was not far away: "Young lady, dark at night, walk and watch a little bit."
Then the young girl's crisp voice said: "Hey, thank you, Madam Li, this grain will be returned to you in the next year when there is a harvest in my house."
Yang Ling walked quietly to the low wall, where the snow piled up underneath the wall, he looked over there while holding the low wall, and saw an old woman with white hair holding an oil lamp in one hand and pushing the door in half, young The mother must have been out of the hospital.
I saw that the old lady shook her head and sighed, and when she closed the door, she heard the voice of an old man in the room, saying: "My wife, Qiu Shang Tatar has been here, and there is not much leftover in our family."
The old lady muttered while closing the door: "Ah, I know, but the young girl is pitiful. If you can help it, you can help it. Besides, Linger's child is well-known, and there will be a blessing after death. future".
As the door closed, the words below could not be heard. When Yang Ling heard the door of her home, a petite figure came in and couldn't help but greet two steps forward.
Han Youniang was surprised when she saw a figure coming in the courtyard. She replied that Yang Quan's scoundrel came to the door to tease. She carried a small half of the grain in her hand, and she took a stick from the courtyard door and whispered: " Get out of me, otherwise I will call my man. "