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Yang Ling only took two steps forward, and then he heard a loud sound. A thick two-finger wooden stick was already on his chest. He was startled, and said quickly, "Don't," his throat choked up and swallowed. After spitting, he slowly said: "Youth, it's me, I'm Yang Ling."

"Oops!" The stick fell to the ground with a cry. Han Youniang hurriedly took two steps and helped him. He said anxiously: "Xiang Gong, how come you are getting sick? How come it is cold? If it's cold, if you are a little bit cold What's the matter, what do you ask me to do? "

Yang Ling said: "It's okay, I'm much better now. I just don't move very much, my body is a little vacant." He stretched out his hand to help Han Youniang carry food bags. Han Youniang could help him work again, and quickly helped him back. Said: "Xiang Gong, you go back to lie down, the night is too cold, the weather is warm in the noon, I will help you out to bask in the sun".

Yang Ling had no choice but to let her help her to go back and entered the door before she could not help saying: "Young girl, in order to cure me, my family has spent all of our money? I think there is nothing left at home."

Han Youniang put the grain pocket on the stove and helped him walk towards the back room. She hummed lowly and said softly: "Autumn Tatar is coming, I just fled up the mountain with you on my back, and the food stored in the house was all Tatar snatched it, so ... I had to **** on the furniture. "

She helped Yang Ling sit down on the kang head, lifted her head while helping him take off his shoes, and smiled at him, saying, "Don't worry, Xianggong, when there is a harvest in our family next year, the days will be better. You are a showman, Do n’t worry about these miscellaneous things. Just stay at home and just study with peace of mind. Next year it will be a triennial township test. ”

Yang Ling saw her admiration and pride when she talked about her identity. She couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart. Since she now looks like she can't pick her shoulders, she can't mention her hands, but she's just a talented person who writes those badass articles. From her birth, she became a real man in her eyes. This should be put back in your own time. Even if you are a graduate of Tsinghua Peking University, if you are so useless, you may have been kicked by your wife. Will you still look at you with such an admiring look?

But it is no wonder that she attaches so much importance to the importance of agriculture and business in this era. Even if the businessman is rich, the social status is not as good as a small landowner with only three or five acres of land, so the way to promote and make money is almost entirely dependent on being an official. The way is the Imperial Examination. Although Yang Ling is only a talent now, in this era, the status of a talented talent is a great person no matter in the city or in the countryside. Some scholars have not been able to be admitted to a talented talent.

Daming has the strictest supervision on the people, even if he leaves his hometown to visit relatives and friends, he must be guided by the localities, and he must not pass the customs stamp. However, scholars such as scholars and celebrities are different. They have the right to wear sharp swords and blue silk shirts and travel casually. Officials along the way must not stop the prison. I saw the county princes who may not be seen by ordinary farmers for a lifetime. There is no need to bow down and there is a seat. In the eyes of ordinary people, such a person is naturally a very powerful person.

Han Youniang pulled the quilt to make him lean on him, and called in a pot of hot water again. Despite Yang Ling's repeated refusals, he gently washed his feet for him. Although Yang Ling had enjoyed this treatment, he refused a bit. Annoying Han Youniang's face, he had no choice but to serve her with a wry smile.

At night, lying on the bed, Yang Ling put his head on his arm, silently thinking about his own thoughts. Hearing Han Youniang's slight breathing sound in her ear, she thought she was asleep.

Since the two became married, Han Youniang and he lived in a shop on the kang, but they took care of him everyday. The two of them had never done a great gift, and they just slept beside his bed. Tonight, the father-in-law is no longer that. This kind of dizzy appearance made her extremely ashamed. She slept and blew the lights. He couldn't see herself. Han Youniang was still hot. Once she got into the bed, she buried her head in the bed and never dared to show it.

But tonight, her mood was the happiest day since her marriage. Dang Gong not only resurrected from death, but also seemed to be ill. It seems that she will be fully restored to health for a few days, and her life is full of hope and longing again. She just felt very happy.

Although Yang Ling and her are a husband and wife relationship, but in his heart, although the girl was born very beautiful, but since she opened her eyes to see her misfortune and strong, let him pity the girl, only two Years of life, such a lovely woman, he will not be ignorant of the idea of ​​beating others.

He looked at the place where Han Youniang was sleeping. It was dark in the room, and she could not see anything. She could only hear her breathing, like a little cat. Alas, he sighed faintly. Now that this girl hangs her own wife's identity, she not only has to find a way to live, she should also take responsibility to take care of her, but this is a poor family, what do you want? Can she settle down and worry about her food and clothing?

Hu Siran thought for a long time, but still do nothing. At this time, the heat of the Kang head gradually cooled down, not only the face exposed outside the quilt was freezing cold, but also the bed began to be cold. Can it stand up.

Quietly reached out and touched the kang noodle beside the young girl, where it was cold. It should be easy to cut some firewood in the mountain village, why not burn more firewood in such a cold day? Just looking at the house just now did not seem to remember how much firewood was placed next to the stove. Thinking about her own situation, Yang Ling could n’t help but feel relieved: for a period of time, she may have been dying, as if she might die at any time, and Han Youniang, a lonely and helpless person who has to take care of herself, how could she have time to go up the mountain to cut wood .

Yang Ling couldn't help but stunned when his finger touched the quilt. Why is this quilt so thin? Twisted with her fingers, the quilt was really thinner than the one she covered. Was she staying up all night this cold winter night?

At this time, Han Youniang's body flinched, as if her body arched, Yang Ling's face was hot, she hadn't slept yet? He whispered with a warm face: "Young girl, haven't slept yet?"

Han Youniang responded vaguely, her timid voice seemed to tremble a little. Yang Ling sighed: "Why are your quilts so thin, how can you withstand such a cold winter night? Do you even have thick quilts at home?"

"Well," Han Youniang whispered, "Xiang Gong, you are very sick. You can't think of a way to ask a doctor, so you have to be sorry."

Yang Ling touched the thick quilt he covered, and his heart was hot. He sat up suddenly and reached for the mattress under Han Youniang. The kang surface was very smooth, and the mattress was pulled by him.

Han Youniang panicked, trembling: "Xiang Gong, what are you doing?"

Yang Ling was very funny when she saw how scared she was. She deliberately teased her and said, "We are husband and wife. What's wrong with sleeping together?"

Han Youniang was even more flustered, but there was nothing wrong with her husband saying this. She had to say, "But your body is good, let's not leave it."

Yang Ling couldn't help smiling lowly, and said, "Silly girl, your quilt is too thin. See you are frozen there. Can I sleep? Come, let's sleep together."

The two mattresses were put together, and Yang Ling lifted her quilt, put her quilt on her body, and then put a thin quilt on the thick quilt, and said, "Look, this is much better."

Han Youniang was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to hide out of the bed. She curled up like Zhang Gong. Her two fists were clenched and placed on her chest. She didn't know why she was so nervous and scared.

Yang Ling is her righteous husband. She has been educated since she was a child, three virtues and four virtues, her husband is heaven, and his wife is earth. The saint said: 'Women, lay with others', if the husband wants her, there is nothing that shouldn't be, But when she thought of what might happen, she couldn't help but panic, even more terrified than when she followed her father to hunt and saw the tiger for the first time.

Yang Ling also felt her nervousness. To be honest, he did not dare to be too close to the young girl. If the two were really too close, he could not guarantee that he would not be moved. At least he was physically and mentally healthy, next to such a young girl. Even if he didn't want to, he would inevitably have a reaction physiologically, so he didn't dare to get close to his limbs with the distance between the two punches.

But then the only warmth in the bed was gone. Although the quilt was thick, he still couldn't feel the warmth. After lying down for a while, Yang Ling got up again and fumbled for shoes.

Han Youniang leaned over and asked, "Xiang Gong, where are you going?"

Yang Ling asked: "How about the oil lamp? No, where is the oil lamp?"

Han Youniang got up busy and hit the oil lamp with flint. Under the light, her face was red, and I did n’t know whether it was a sham or a light. Instead, she was a little more pretty. She said to Yang Ling in confusion: "Xiang Gong will show respect What? The toilet is outside the hall. "

Yang Ling shook his head and said, "No, I will add some wood to the stove."

Han Youniang held the oil lamp and followed him to the outer hall. A small bundle of chopped firewood was piled under the stove. Yang Ling looked at it, and walked to the corner to take over the couplets, paper burning, and gold and silver baskets. At the bottom of the stove, these are made of sorghum stalks and paper, which is very easy to burn, and the stove fire that is about to go out is burning again.

Yang Ling pressed up the bundle of firewood one by one again, Han You Niang opened her mouth, and she stopped talking, thinking: "Just burn it, burn it, anyway, the husband sees him well, I don't need to be with me all the time. Just get up and go and cut some wood on the mountain. "

Yang Ling let the fire burn slowly, then clapped his hands and smiled back: "This is all right, I can sleep a little warmer tonight."

This turn of the head, through the fire in the stove, only to see that Han Youniang was wearing a white coarse cloth coat, although with a few patches, but she could not hide her slender figure, the neckline showed a touch of skin, in the firelight and light Under the shadow of it, it is particularly tempting.

Yang Ling jumped in his heart and quickly looked away. He didn't dare to look again. Han Youniang noticed his gaze, and she was a little shy. With an embarrassed help, Yang Ling returned to the room. When Yang Ling took the oil lamp from Han Youniang, she felt that her palm was rough. When she saw the light, she saw some cocoons on her palm and the skin on her palm felt rough. Many cracked mouths were cracked. Although today is just a new acquaintance, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel distressed.

Han Youniang blushed and shook her head. She shyly retreated and said, "Xiang Gong, don't be frozen, take a rest soon." After this move, the two were no longer so restrained, and an inexplicable affection secretly grew in the hearts of the two, and the two were no longer so restrained when they got into the quilt.

It was uncomfortable to infuse the air in the gap between the quilts. Yang Ling couldn't help but finally couldn't help getting closer. Han Youniang shuddered and her limbs were stiff, but she didn't say anything tamely.

Yang Ling just brought her close to herself, if she was close to her body, so as not to let the heat run out. He said to Han Youniang, self-deprecating, "Youniel, let's consider ourselves to be together." He gently rubbed the little girl's hand and said with pity: "Your hands are all cracked, it was done by washing the wood. Does it hurt? "

Han Youniang shouted, shook her head, and found that he couldn't see it, so she said, "No pain, Xiang Gong, as long as your body is well, no matter how hard you suffer, no regrets."

Yang Ling couldn't help but squeezed her hand, only to realize that this reincarnation was the most difficult since nine times, but it was warm and happy in the heart. After a while, hearing that Han Youniang's breathing did not seem to be asleep, Yang Ling couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking?"

Han Youniang sighed softly and said, "Xiang Gong, I'm thinking about your hometown test next year. My family has no money anymore. My mother's family has two brothers and one younger brother. My father's burden is too heavy to help us. Our family The four acres of mountain fields were handed down by the ancestors, and that was not for sale. The township test is another big event in your life. How can it be a good life? "

Four acres of mountain fields? Yang Ling couldn't help moving, but he didn't have any ancestry in his heart. He was afraid of being ruined by others. He only thought about how much money he could sell on four acres of land. It is best to make a fortune at once and let himself live for two years. In the comfortable days, when she died, she could let the woman worry about food and clothing for the rest of her life.

He pondered for a while in his heart, tiredness gradually struck, and he felt that the kang was getting hotter and hotter. Although Han Youniang allowed him to pull his shoulders closer, his petite body was still curled up, tightly stretched, Yang Ling found it interesting, he yawned and smiled vaguely: "Young girl, relax a little, get close It's warmer, the weather is so cold, what are you afraid of me doing? Well, I suddenly remembered an ancient man. "

Han Youniang had just gotten a hot face on his face. When he heard this, he didn't know what his own show talent Xianggong had to say. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "What kind of ancients did Xianggong think of?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "I think of Liu Xiahui, if this" gentleman "is not self-existing, or it is similar to what I am now, under the gate of the city in winter, holding a girl in her arms but not enough Chaos, I can do it, because it is too cold, and any bad thoughts are frozen. "

Han Youniang smiled a little. Before she got married, she was still worried that her siblings were the kind of old-fashioned and boring showman. He didn't think he was so interesting. Han Youniang raised a strange feeling in her heart. "I am my closest relative in the future", the little heart sighed softly, the kindness and irreverence made her close to Yang Ling uncontrollably, and her tense body softened.

She couldn't help but approached Yang Ling and whispered in his ear: "Xiang Gong, I am willing to be next to you, regardless of birth and death, rich and poor, I am willing to accompany you without regret, forever."

Hearing Han Youniang's shame in the night, she confided in him, Yang Ling's heart could not help but tremble gently, is everyone in the world trying to find the other half who is willing to say "I will" to himself? The impulse made him almost blurt out to her that he was willing to accompany her like this, and exhausted his whole life, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed it back. Two years of Yangshou, he sighed deeply in his heart.

Han Youniang's body was soft, soft, and warm, and she was very comfortable in her arms. She loved to suppress the desires in his heart. After a period of sleepy rush, Yang Ling yawned and didn't feel sleepy.