She was dressed in coarse white linen mourning clothes with a white handkerchief tied around her head. Her oval face was very delicate, her eyes were red, her eyelashes were still wet, and her little nose was red from the cold. She was looking at him timidly.
Zheng Shaopeng looked at her in a daze. Yang Han Clan? Wasn't she too young? Should she be in the first or second year of middle school? Although he had experienced many things about coming back from the dead and quickly integrating into a new life, he still felt very strange when he saw that his new wife was so 'young'.
His extremely weak body supported himself by kneeling for a while and began to sway again. Before he fainted again, he forced a smile and said to her, "Don't be afraid, I'm not dead yet."
Han Youniang's eyes were wide open as she stared at him. Tears gradually blurred her eyes, and after a long time, she suddenly burst into tears.
This cry made Zheng Shaopeng feel a chill from his tailbone to the back of his head. How much grief and grievance did it take for her to cry so heartbreakingly?
Han Youniang cried sorrowfully, her hands tightly gripping the coffin, afraid that if she let go, she would wither and fall to the ground. Usually, she just took care of him without complaint or regret, doing what a husband and wife should do. When they had just married, the two of them hadn't even spoken a few words. In fact, the two of them couldn't be said to have deep feelings for each other.
But now she knew what he meant to her and how important he was. Even if he only had one breath left, he was still her man. With him around, this family wouldn't be finished. Only then would there be a pillar of support.
Zheng Shaopeng felt a burst of sadness from her crying. He wanted to comfort her and say a few polite words like 'this is the first time we've met, please take care of me'. Unfortunately, his body didn't live up to expectations. His mouth opened like a sticky fish, but nothing came out. Instead, his eyes rolled back and he fainted again.
The mourning hall was in chaos again. When Han Youniang woke up, she cried and screamed as she dragged him out of the coffin. Old Master Yang had heard of some people faking death and coming back to life, so he didn't make too much of a fuss. Seeing that Yang Ling was resurrected, although he felt a little awkward, he was still happy.
After all, Yang Ling was the only person in Pheasant Cry Post Castle who had achieved scholarly honors. It was an honor for the clan to have such a person. No matter what, he was still part of the Yang clan's bloodline.
Previously, when he was persuaded by his son, he came to snatch the property. Of course, it was for his son's sake, but in his heart, he was also worried that this young widow would not be able to hold on. After a few years, she would take the Yang Family's property and remarry. Now that his nephew had come back to life, he stopped worrying about her.
Feeling very awkward, he asked people to help carry his nephew to bed, and then sent people to find a doctor. After being busy for a long time, he finally left with the support of his children and grandchildren.
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Two bowls of corn porridge and a plate of turnip pickled vegetables. This was the first meal Zheng Shaode had with his wife after reincarnating as Yang Ling. An oil lamp seemed to be swaying on the stove, and the smell of smoke permeated the room.
In the first eight times of reincarnation, he was either a rich family or a powerful person. Eating such a meal for the first time, even though his stomach was rumbling with hunger, Zheng Shaopeng, who now had the identity of Ming Destiny Hongzhi's Xuan Fu scholar for 17 years, barely ate until he was seventy percent full and could not eat anymore.
Han Youniang, on the other hand, ate very sweetly. Although the simple food was too hard, seeing that her husband not only came back to life, but could actually eat on his own, there was only joy and satisfaction in her little heart.
Looking at the four walls of the house, Yang Ling could not help but secretly sigh. Watching Han Youniang, who was basically a little girl, very sweetly drank a bowl of corn porridge and even licked the edge of the bowl clean with her little tongue, Yang Ling could not help but feel a burst of sourness in his heart, "Damn ghost, it seems that I have played myself. If I had known earlier, I would have enjoyed the days of being a billionaire, although I am a little old … What should I do now? Do I really have to live for ten thousand years and then subtract a thousand years? Then I might as well live like this for two years. At least … although this wife is a little young, she is really good-looking. "
He calculated in his heart. Seeing that Han Youniang put down the bowl, he pushed the remaining half bowl of corn porridge over and said warmly, "Not full yet? Come, drink this too. "
At this time, Han Youniang boldly looked at her man. His appearance was still very haggard, but his spirit was much better, and his pair of eyes also had spirit. Seeing his beautiful eyes gently staring at her, Han Youniang could not help but feel a little shy. She lowered her eyes and softly said, "Husband, you have just recovered from your illness, you should eat more."
Yang Ling thought for a moment, then searched in his mind for the name he should call her wife, but this kind of ancient name was really very awkward for him to call her. Fortunately, since the original Yang Ling fell ill, he was in a daze all day, not even bothering to open his eyes, nor did he call her wife, so he called her by her childhood name and said, "Young-niang, my body has just recovered, so I can't eat too much. If you don't eat, it will be a waste."
Han Youniang thought for a moment, then shyly smiled at him. She took the bowl and said in a low voice, "Thank you husband."
Yang Ling carefully looked at her. This girl had already taken off her mourning clothes, and had changed into a green robe. Her face still looked young and tender, but perhaps it was because she practiced martial arts all year round, but her body had developed a bit like a young lady's. Her appearance was charming, and her skin was slightly tanned, but she had thick eyebrows, a straight nose, plump lips, and big black eyes. She looked very cute.
Realizing that her husband was looking at her, Han Youniang thought that there was something uncultured about her table manners, and couldn't help but shyly turn her body away. Ever since they got married, this was the first time she and her husband sat together to eat. Although they had been husband and wife for more than half a year, in her mind, her own husband was still a blank. Other than knowing his name, knowing that he was the youngest scholar in the Xuan Manor, and the only man in Fowl Cry Post Fort with a scholarly title, she actually knew nothing else.
In the middle of this house was the dining hall. Once they entered the door, there was the stove, and on the right was the bedroom. There was a faint smell of medicine inside. The left side was originally the living room of Yang Ling's parents. After the old man passed away, it was left unused, and was used to store some miscellaneous items.
The dining hall was also the living room, and at the same time, it was also Yang Ling's mourning hall. Han Youniang was afraid that his body would be too weak, and insisted on not letting him do anything. She helped him to sit on the kang bed, and then went to pile the elegiac couplets, incense offerings, and gold and silver baskets behind the door. After dismantling the mourning hall, she busied herself with sweat.
Looking at Han Youniang deftly tidying up the house, Yang Ling couldn't help but secretly sigh. It was said that girls in the modern era came into contact with many things, and ate good food, so they matured early. What did they matured early? It was just their bodies and desires that matured early. Look at Han Youniang, this was what maturing was.
A fifteen year old girl, who had just entered the family, had to take care of a bedridden patient. With such a poor family, it was really hard for her. He didn't know how she had managed to survive for the past half a year. Looking at her beauty and cleverness, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel a little moved. This girl's simple and pure appearance made him feel pity and love for her. Thinking that he had at most two more years to live, he really couldn't bear to ruin her.
Han Youniang finished tidying up and turned her head. When she saw him sitting on the kang bed and looking at her, she couldn't help but blush. For the past half a year, she had been hoping that her man would wake up. Now that he had really woken up, she felt uncomfortable being looked at like this.
She was a little embarrassed and shyly walked into the room to light the oil lamp. Seeing that his eyes were still looking at her, her face couldn't help but become hotter and hotter. She didn't know how to talk to him. She stayed in the room for a while before she blushed and pulled the thin blanket over his legs. She stammered, "Husband, you've just recovered, you should rest for a while. I … I'll go to Aunty Li's house next door. I'll be back in a bit." Then she ran out of the room.
Yang Ling faintly smiled and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He didn't know what kind of illness he had, but ever since he was possessed, other than being bedridden for a long time and being malnourished, his limbs were weak, and his heart was short of breath, he didn't have any major problems.
Seeing Han Youniang run out, he lifted the blanket and walked out. He wanted to take this opportunity to get up and familiarize himself with his surroundings. When he looked around, his heart couldn't help but turn cold. Everywhere was empty. It really was a house with only four walls. It was really pitiful.
He walked to the opposite room. From Han Youniang, he already knew that this room was the original residence of Yang Ling's parents. Now it was empty and there were some sundries in it. He walked to the door and opened the bag of food. There was less than a bowl of crushed corn left inside. No wonder she only cooked two bowls of porridge last night. She drank his half bowl of leftover porridge and still enjoyed it so much. He didn't know how many days it had been since she ate a full meal. Yang Ling's nose was a bit sour.
Living like this would be a problem. How were they going to get through the winter? I said to eat and wait for death, I didn't say to starve to death. He cursed the imps in his mind one by one.
The room wasn't big and there was nothing inside. He walked around in a few minutes. He pushed the door open and walked out. The night in the mountain village was dark and hazy. The small oil lamp in each house couldn't reach far. It was not like the countryside now where it was bright everywhere. He looked at the crescent moon in the sky that was covered by dark clouds. He only felt the cold air penetrating his bones. It was quiet everywhere. He didn't know where Han Youniang went. He was about to return to his room when he suddenly heard a squeaking sound not far away. Then, there was a dog barking.
He listened carefully and heard an old woman's voice not far away. "Young-niang, it's dark. Watch where you walk."
Then, Young-niang said in a crisp voice. "Hey, thank you, Aunt Li. I will return this grain to you when my family has a harvest next year."
Yang Ling quietly walked to the low wall. There was a pile of snow under the wall. He leaned on the low wall and looked over. He saw an old woman with a head full of white hair holding an oil lamp in one hand and pushing the door with the other. Young-niang must have left the courtyard.
He saw the old woman shook her head and sighed. When she closed the door, he heard an old man's voice from inside the room. "Wife, the Tartars came in the autumn. We don't have much grain left."
The old woman closed the door and muttered, "Hey, I know. But Young-niang is a poor child. If I can help her, I will. Besides, Ling 'er is a scholar. If she survives a disaster, she will have good fortune later on. In the future … "
As the door closed, the rest of the words could not be heard clearly. Yang Ling heard the sound of his courtyard door. A petite figure came in. He couldn't help but take two steps forward.
Han Youniang saw a figure coming in from the courtyard. She couldn't help but be shocked. She thought it was that scoundrel Yang Quan who came to tease her again. She carried a small bag of grain in one hand and took out a stick from behind the courtyard door with the other. She said in a low voice, "Get out of here, otherwise … otherwise I will call for my man."
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