C140

Early in the morning, the first ray of sunlight was dedicated to the big stone at the village entrance, drying the big, potholed stone. A bug climbed on top of it to mourn the passing of the dew.

"Sigh!" This is also fate! " Chang Lou looked at the green fruit growing on the small tree, and gently caressed the green leaves. Not only could his hand hold a sword, but it could also touch life and sing praises of ants.

"Big Brother, it's time to go eat! Elder sister and brother-in-law have been waiting for a long time. "

The plentiful fruits made the weak little tree smile as it bent over. It also made Chang Lou extremely happy. This was a useful tree, so everyone should be happy for its happiness.

"Alright!" Chang Lou gave a reply to the little fellow who was drooling at the side before retracting his gaze and following the little fellow back.

"Sis, brother-in-law!" I'm back! " The little guy was very mischievous. Before he even entered the door, he shouted, as if he wanted the people in the house to come out and greet him, and let them see his achievements. He brought this expert back.

The door was very short. It was made of a pile of clay bricks. The decorations were ordinary. There were only two iron door knobs on the door, emitting a faint smell of rust.

The house walked into this yard,

It was a normal family in a normal village.

The yard was very clean. Even though the yard was directly flattened by the earth, there were not many potholes, and it was as flat as the blue sky.

The firewood was neatly stacked in the corner, cut very fine and very short and very small. It leaned against the wall as if it were part of a wall, and was made of small bricks.

There were three houses, the one on the north side being very high, the steps very high, built late, relatively new, to receive guests; the kitchen to the east, rather late, with a flat wall of earth, without the slightest fold of age; the guest room to the west, presumably; the walls of the house, large and crumbling, showing the eroded tails of time; and the rows of neatly made quilts visible through the holes in the window paper.

"It's not easy!" This small house made Chang Lou sigh a lot, and his nose became sore.

"Big Brother Han!" When Zhang Xiuyun, the beautiful and virtuous mistress of the house, saw the arrival of the house, she lowered her head and brought a bowl of noodles to the house.

"Xiuyun, put it where! I'm not hungry yet, why don't you let Lu Chen eat first! "

Zhang Xiuyun was dressed very simply. There were quite a few colorful puddings on her plain clothes. She was completely unadorned, and her face had never been painted with makeup. However, this did not affect her beauty in the slightest, the beauty that cleansed one's soul.

She was gentle and gentle, and Chang Lou said, "I'm not eating anymore!"

It made her look panicked, as if she felt guilty for not doing well.

"Old Han, come and try it!" "My wife, the food is very delicious. If I wasn't too sick to eat, I would definitely be able to eat ten bowls and eight bowls!"

After falling down, he coincidentally landed on the bed, and saw Zhang Xiuyun's body as she was about to untie her horizontal branch and go to sleep. In such a remote mountain village, the idea was very old. A girl's body couldn't be shown to a man. If she saw that he was going to marry that man, then that man would also be responsible for the woman.

Ever since he fell down and picked up a beautiful wife, the smile on his big face was like peach blossoms in March. It was as brilliant as it could get.

"No, I just want to ask, are you still going to the academy?"

The building had directly stated that he had nothing to do with Jiang Siyuan since he was taking a wife here. He knew very well that he could not delay his major matters and what was important and what was not.

"Academy?"

Looking at Zhang Xiuyun's warm jade-like face, Jiang Siyuan's heart was filled with a dilemma.

Firstly, he went to the academy to study culture and shine on the family's name, which was one of the main reasons why his father went to the academy to help him with his studies. Secondly, ultimately, he went to the academy to solve the old problem of illiterate people not being able to find a wife.

Now that he had a wife, did he still need to go to the academy to study?

This question was a form of torture, causing Jiang Siyuan to be momentarily at a loss for words.

"You still have one more day! Tomorrow morning, I will set off! "

Chang Lou poured herself a glass of water and sat on the threshold, looking at the clouds in the sky, listening to the jingling panic in the kitchen, smelling the damp temperature in the pigsty next to the latrine. The sky here was so blue, the clinking of pots and pans was pleasant to hear, and the carefree air was stifling and heavy. What a beautiful world!

"Xiao Yun! "Xiao Yun!" Xiuyun! Xiuyun … Little bitch! "Little bitch, shatter …"

Just as the house was leisurely looking at the leisurely clouds in the sky, a knock came from outside the door. Each word was louder than the last, and the person outside was a man!

Clang! Boom! * The knocking at the door covered the sound of broken bowls in the kitchen, but it was still picked up by the building.

"Humph!" Zhang Er is here again! " The little boy, Zhang Rui Yong put down the bowl and glared at him. He looked very angry, and his small mouth was pouting adorably.

"Old Han, throw that bastard out!"

Jiang Siyuan was lying on the bed. His beard was about to blow up. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move his injuries, Chang Lou wouldn't have doubted that he would have killed Zhang Er or Zhang San with a swing of the stick.

"Ugh!" "He's not in yet!" Indeed, Zhang Er had not come in yet and was still cursing outside the door.

"What, we've found a new man and he forgot his old one!"

This sentence completely ignited many people. Jiang Siyuan's fiery temper naturally didn't need to be said anymore, as he directly stood up and walked forward shakily, but his eyes could kill a god. Zhang Yunliang had great respect for Zhang Xiuyun, who was dependent on him for her life, being his sister and mother. He was still young, but he knew that this Zhang Er was slandering his elder sister, so he picked up a wooden stick and walked out early.

The building did not move immediately. Instead, it sat on the threshold and continued to watch the clouds.

He heard Zhang Xiuyun crying in the kitchen. There was a trace of fear and a trace of resentment in this impure cry. These judgments left him with a rational mindset on the matter.

His understanding of this family was limited to the praises from Zhang Yunyong and Jiang Siyuan, as well as the judgment derived from his short observation.

"This woman definitely has a story. I hope it's not a tragic story! So, do I want to extinguish this cluster of flames, or watch from the sidelines and listen to its development? "

Chang Lou's heart kept churning and he was extremely conflicted.

Boom! * The door opened, and a twenty-seven or twenty-eight year old man walked in. He had a rather ordinary appearance, and just by looking at him, one could tell that he was not a good person.

"Yo!" This is how you raised a pretty boy! "You're a bit prettier than I thought, but you're just a bit old. I wonder if it's possible for you to ascend to the heavens!"

Chang Lou gave a faint smile when he heard this kid's words.

"I can help you ascend to heaven! Ascending to the Western Heavens! "