[Rebirth] Landscape and pastoral

Ling?Why did Shuang'er have to be trampled on like this?He died, what should his family do?What would happen if his father found out?And his brother and sister must be sad, right?

Father, the child is not filial.The child is about to die, let you send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, the child is not filial~~

"Is this person crazy~~" Zhang Er looked at Wen Qiwen who was a little crazy, and asked Zhang Wu who was on the side.

"Oh, it's a pity for such a young child~~" Zhang Wu sighed and shook his head.But this is the master's business, and he can't control it.

The two threw Wen Qiwen into the firewood room and locked the door.

Wen Qiwen was hurt so badly that he burst into tears.He burst into tears, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances, unwillingness, resentment, and reluctance in his heart.

Overnight, the happy event of the Zhang family turned into a funeral.The bright red, very festive red silk was replaced with white gauze, and the wedding hall became a mourning hall in an instant.The guests were a little at a loss for this change, but all the relatives of the Zhang family came here, and they felt that such a change was expected.

☆, take home and rebirth

A burst of shrill laughter made Zhang Zirui shudder and regain consciousness.Where is he?Why can't he move?Could it be paralysis?In the face of such a catastrophe, even if he did not die, there was no possibility of being rescued.Could it be that he was going to lie on the ground and wait to die like this?

Wait, he doesn't seem to be lying on the cold ground, there seems to be a soft bed under him, and there are sounds around.

"Master, madam, the younger ones have to pretend to be reserved for the young master, you two should avoid it first."

"Well, this is up to you."

"Yes, sir, go slowly."

Then a sound of footsteps hurried away.

"Hurry up, change into the mortuary clothes quickly while the young master is still warm. If it is too late, it will be difficult to change."

Zhang Zirui felt that someone started to take off his clothes hurriedly.I thought to myself, it's too bad that the eldest young master these people are talking about is him, right?But what's the matter?Before he could figure out the situation, the clothes on his body had already been taken off, and someone began to untie his trousers.

How can this work?Hearing the voice, there are many people around, including women. How can I be naked in front of everyone?Zhang Zirui anxiously wanted to open his eyes or move his body.But like a nightmare, the consciousness is clear, but the body is out of control.

"Big~~big~~young master, okay~~ I seem to be out of breath." A trembling voice was utterly terrified.

Everyone in the room froze, and suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and their hairs stood on end.Everyone unconsciously looked at the young master lying on the bed.It was almost evening at this time, and the indoor light was not very good, and the face of the person on the bed was pale, and the paleness was a little penetrating.

"Don't talk nonsense, the doctors said that the young master has no pulse." At this moment, one person yelled loudly, but he obviously lacked confidence.

"Ah~~Ghost." A maid screamed, dropped the wooden basin in her hand and ran out.

At this time, the young master who everyone thought was dead had opened his eyes and looked at them.Then, the room screamed again and again.

"Ah~~ The young master cheated on the corpse."

"Ah~~ help, ghost."

"Ah~~ Eldest young master, rest in peace, don't look for the younger one."

All of a sudden there was chaos in the room, some people knelt down and hugged their heads like ostriches.Someone ran out in panic.

Zhang Zirui looked at this scene wearily, and found it very ridiculous.But at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to laugh. Just trying to open his eyes just now seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

"Nonsense, the sky is bright and the sun is bright, why do ghosts talk about it?" At this moment, there was a burst of scolding from outside the house.

"Housekeeper, but the young master suddenly opened his eyes." There was another person who was bolder and stepped forward to answer.

"Let me go and have a look." Xu Shi, the housekeeper, was bold and old and well-informed, so he brought people in.It's just that the people behind him looked terrified and flinched.

Zhang Zirui waited for the housekeeper to come up to him, and then said with all his strength, "I'm - still - alive." After trying to finish these words, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Quickly, go and tell the master and madam that the young master is not dead. Also, quickly go and invite the doctor." After the steward ordered the servant, he shouted to the little girl next to him, "Why are you still standing there? Put on your clothes, for fear of freezing the young master."

There was another period of chaos, and finally after the old doctor looked at it, he confirmed that the young master is indeed not dead, but needs to be recuperated.Earlier, the eldest young master was probably out of breath, that's why he suddenly lost his breath. The old doctor was very ashamed of this.Having said that, the old doctor was very surprised. He obviously lost his pulse before?Could it be that he was old and his pulse was weak and did not come out?

The old doctor has treated the Zhang family for so many years. Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang did not blame him.Master Zhang and his wife were not too emotional about Young Master Zhang's "resurrection".

The white gauze that the Zhang family had just hung was taken off, and everything was back to normal.

Wen Qiwen, who was locked in the firewood room, was brought to this bedroom again.

"This is your husband-in-law Zhang Zirui, the young master of the Zhang family. He is fine now and needs to be recuperated. You can stay here and take care of him. This is also your duty." The person who brought him left the room. In a word, he led the other people in the house away like being chased by a ghost.People who pass by him avoid him like the plague.

All these changes happened so suddenly. People who were dead came back to life. They thought they were going to be buried, but they became caring for the sick. All this caught Wen Qiwen a little off guard.He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the person lying on the bed.

I saw that he still looked pale, but there was a tinge of blood on his tightly pressed thin lips, and his breathing was weak, but very steady.This person will be his husband-in-law from now on, Wen Qiwen looked at Zhang Zirui in a daze.

After a while, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl came in with a bowl of medicine.

"Young Madam, this is the Eldest Young Master's medicine." The little girl hurriedly put the medicine bowl on the table, turned around and ran away.The young master is dead and alive, so he feels evil no matter what.

Wen Qiwen was helpless, got up and walked over, sat on the edge of the bed with the medicine bowl in his hand, scooped up a small spoonful of medicine soup, blew it, and fed it to Young Master Zhang's mouth.

Young Master Zhang who was already in a coma couldn't swallow, he fed it with a spoonful, and it flowed out from the corner of his mouth.Wen Qiwen found a cloth towel to gently wipe off the concoction, and then put the cloth towel under his chin.Forcibly opened Young Master Zhang's mouth, and poured the concoction in spoonful by spoonful.That is, more is poured out and less is drunk.

After feeding the medicine, Wen Qiwen washed the cloth towel that was already wet with the medicine juice.He straightened his messy clothes and hair, and walked out with the sewage.The wooden basin was a bit heavy, and he didn't know where to pour the water. Seeing no one around, he simply poured it into the flowerbed beside the corridor.

He thought he was making a basin of hot water, so he looked around for the stove with an empty basin.I also met a servant on the road, but others walked around when they saw him.The Zhang family is a big family in the town, even in the county town.But no matter how you say it, you can only be regarded as a local tyrant in the countryside, and the house will not be too big no matter how well it is repaired.Wen Qiwen, who has always been running around in the mountains, has an excellent sense of direction, and he found the kitchen in a short while.

Just as he was about to step into the kitchen, he heard voices coming from inside, so he stopped and listened.

In the kitchen, a young daughter-in-law was lighting a fire in front of the stove, and another older one was cleaning up the stove.The two of them were not idle in their hands, nor were their mouths idle, as they began to arrange the affairs of the master's house.

"Sister-in-law Bai, I heard that the young master died and came back to life. Do you think it's evil? Now everyone is afraid to go to the young master's place. It always feels spooky."

"What are you yelling about? The doctor said that it was a stroke, so I didn't breathe for a while."

"Anyway, I feel weird."

"Cough~~" Wen Qiwen coughed and interrupted their chat before walking in.

The two people in the room looked at him in surprise.

"Hello sisters-in-law, do you have any food? I would also like to get some hot water." Wen Qiwen asked politely.He hasn't eaten all day. He didn't feel it before, but now that he's done with work, he feels uncomfortably hungry.

The daughter-in-law who was busy on the stove stopped what she was doing. "There are some steamed buns left after eating, and there are some steamed buns in the pot over there with hot water." While speaking, he took two steamed buns from the steamer and handed them to Wen Qiwen.

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Wen Qiwen took the steamed bun and put it in his arms.He fetched a pot of hot water and left with it.

"A very well-behaved child." The young daughter-in-law muttered to herself as she watched Wen Qiwen leave.

"That is also a poor child." The woman by the stove answered.

Wen Qiwen returned to the room and ate the steamed buns with the cold tea.He ate it very sweetly. He could count the number of times he ate such white flour steamed buns with five fingers.

After eating, he washed his face, lay down next to Young Master Zhang's bed and fell asleep in a daze.

At this time, Zhang Zirui was dreaming, and he had a long, long dream.A dream ends a person's short life.And this person is the master of his body, the young master of the Zhang family who has the same name and surname as him——Zhang Zirui.At this moment, he finally understood what his opportunity was.But is he reborn?

☆, sick ghost waste residue

Zhang Zirui, the young master of the Zhang family, lost his mother when he was young, and his relationship with his father and stepmother was weak.Although Master Zhang and his wife will not short him in terms of food and clothing, they don't have much affection for him.Zhang Dashao has been in poor health since he was a child, but in order to get his father's approval and treat him differently, he has been studying hard.He is talented and intelligent, and was selected as a scholar at the age of 16.However, he also collapsed due to overwork. This disease lasted for two years and became more and more serious.In the end, he was bedridden, and the doctor diagnosed that he was exhausted.

Although Mr. Zhang favored the youngest son born to his stepmother, the eldest son was also his son, and he was also the eldest son.He couldn't bear to see the child alone and unaccompanied for the rest of his life, so he wanted to find a farmer girl from a clean family background to celebrate and bury his son.As long as you give more money, as much as the mud legs who are too poor to let go of the pot are willing.

When Mrs. Zhang found out, she urged Mr. Zhang to say that it is better to find a Shuang'er with a good horoscope. First, Shuang'er is stronger and can take care of Zhang Zirui, so she must be more careful than the servants.The second is that the physique of twins is better than that of women, so Chongxi is more suitable.Three times, Shuang'er's status is low, and it is safer to be buried.

Mr. Zhang didn't pay much attention to this matter, and felt that Mrs. Zhang's words were quite reasonable, so Mr. Zhang nodded in agreement and handed over the matter to Mrs. Zhang.So Mrs. Zhang went to do it happily, and finally found Wen Qiwen.

After the marriage was confirmed, he had always disliked young master Zhang's bad luck, and rarely set foot in his house, Mrs. Zhang, and happily went to visit young master Zhang, who was rarely sober.

"Rui'er, you have been in poor health. Your father has arranged a marriage for you to be happy. Your father also arranged for you to have a pair of good characters. He will take care of you in the future. Your father and I will also be happy. I can rest assured." Mrs. Zhang spoke earnestly to Zhang Zirui, who was half lying on the bed, with the appearance of a loving mother.

"Mother~~Mother, I'm already dying~~, why drag others down. Besides, I'm also a dignified and talented master, how can I marry a twin son." After finishing these words, Young Master Zhang was already out of breath.Not only did he not have any surprises about this matter, but the pedantic and arrogance of a scholar made him feel humiliated.He is the eldest son and grandson of the Zhang family, and also a famous scholar, how can he marry a twin son.

This made him how to gain a foothold in the Zhang family and how to face his classmates in the future.No, he can't marry a twin and be ridiculed by others.

"Your father has already settled this matter, and he will marry you two in the future. Your father is also doing it for your own good, so don't be stubborn. You should rest well, and mother will go and prepare for your wedding right away." After Madam Zhang finished speaking, she was in a hurry gone.

Young Master Zhang couldn't stop him, he fainted out of breath, and his condition worsened.He survived like this in a daze until the day of his marriage, when his servants changed his wedding clothes early in the morning, he had no power to resist and could only be at the mercy of others.

In a trance, he heard the servants whispering that he had reached the end of his life, and that pair of children was going to be buried for him.Then he heard the sound of firecrackers, Young Master Zhang knew that the pair had already entered the door, and he was short of breath for a moment, and he, who was already unable to do it, just passed away like this.

Zhang Zirui is like a bystander, watching the life of Zhang Dashao with his life.Although he thanked his body for allowing him to be reborn, he also laughed at his pedantry.But those twins are indeed pitiful. They were sold to such a family by their family members and buried for a person who hated him.

After Zhang Zirui sighed, he sneered.Sure enough~~ Where there is a stepmother, there is also a stepfather, that Mrs. Zhang is really good at calculating.Young Master Zhang married Shuang'er, so it's fine if he dies.If you don't die, your reputation will not be good in the future.But Shuang'er in this world is really a group of strange and pitiful people.

Forget it, since he accepted this body, he must accept everything about him.Now that the twins have become his wives, they should take good care of them and respect each other as guests.

Wen Qiwen, who was lying on the bedside, couldn't sleep well, he was having nightmares.He experienced so many things that day, he was separated from life, frightened, and sad~~ Emotions went up and down several times, so he had nightmares at night.No wonder, no matter how strong and precocious he is, he is still a child who has not grown up.It's normal to be unbearable when encountering so many things.

In the dream, all his family members disappeared, and there was no one around, just a vast expanse of whiteness.No matter how much he shouted, no one answered.

"Is anyone there? Father, Wu~~"

"anyone there?"

He was terrified in his heart, and he couldn't get out of the fog no matter what.He shouted, and a vague silhouette appeared in the mist, and he was quite sure that it was his home.He ran home happily, but no matter how he ran, he couldn't run.

He kept running and running, and finally he was getting closer and closer to home. Just as he was about to approach the door with a face full of joy, his arms were suddenly clamped.

"Where do you want to go? You have to be buried with the young master."

Two green-faced, fang-toothed ghosts twisted his arms, making him unable to move.

Wen Qiwen was taken aback, and then struggled desperately. "No, I don't want to be buried. Let me go, let me go."

The evil ghost sneered, and said ferociously, "You can't help this."

The evil spirit dragged him to the opposite direction of Wen's house.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from home, Wen Qiwen shouted in horror: "Father, father, save me."

At this moment, he had forgotten that his father was no longer there.But no matter how much he yelled, it was useless, he could only watch helplessly as his home gradually disappeared.

Two evil spirits dragged him to a cemetery, and a dark coffin was placed in a dug grave.The coffin lid hadn't been nailed on yet, and young master Zhang with a pale complexion lay quietly inside.

The evil spirit dragged him to the grave, trying to push him down.

"What are you~~ what are you going to do? No, no." Wen Qiwen knew that they wanted to push himself into the coffin, and he was terrified.

The evil spirit ignored him, pushed him into the coffin, and quickly closed the coffin.There was a sound of nailing the coffin outside the coffin, followed by the sound of shoveling and burying the soil.

Wen Qiwen felt that he was going crazy. What he touched was a cold and stiff corpse, and the surrounding was pitch black. He slapped the coffin vigorously.

"Let me out, let me out~~"

He couldn't see his fingers around him, and he couldn't hear a sound in the silence. Wen Qiwen felt that he was about to collapse.

Sleeping Zhang Zirui heard the sound, opened his eyes, followed the sound, and saw a small figure lying beside his bed, the red dress on his body, it should be those happy eyes.This person looked like a child of eleven or twelve years old.

The child was lying on the side of the bed, his childish face was full of fright and fear.Mumbled in a daze, "I don't want to be buried, let me out~~"

Is the kid terrified?It is estimated that when the eldest son of the Zhang family died yesterday, he will be buried as a sacrifice.Looking at the child with a disheveled face, cracks and calluses on his hands, that thin body must be a child from a poor family.This child must have suffered a lot, just arrived at a place yesterday, and was taken to be buried, Zhang Zirui couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic when he thought about it.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the child with difficulty. "Hey, wake up, wake up quickly."

He pushed for a long time, but the child didn't respond. Seeing that his expression was a little strange, he reached out to put his hand on his forehead, feeling hot.At this time, there was no one else in the room, so Zhang Zirui could only shout loudly: "Is there anyone, come quickly."

Zhang Zirui's body was still very weak, and he became exhausted after shouting a few times. Just when he was almost exhausted, a servant finally came.

"Go to the doctor quickly, and find a maid."

"Yes, young master."

The servant responded and ran out, and after a while a little maid came in timidly.This is Qiao'er, Young Master Zhang's newly appointed personal maid not long ago.After Young Master Zhang fell ill, Mrs. Zhang changed all the people around him.

"Elder~~Eldest Young Master, what orders do you have?"

"Move the young lady to the bed." Zhang Zirui said, trying to move into the big bed to make room.

"Yes."

Qiao'er is already fifteen, and looks taller than Wen Qiwen.Besides, Wen Qiwen is very thin, so Qiaoer didn't have much trouble lifting him up.

When Qiao'er supported Wen Qiwen to lie down, Zhang Zirui asked her to take out a quilt from the cabinet and cover Wen Qiwen with it.He also ordered Qiao'er to fetch water to apply a cold compress to Wen Qiwen who had a fever, and to turn the little girl around.

When the old doctor came, he prescribed medicine for Wen Qiwen.Zhang Zirui finally couldn't bear it any longer, and ordered the little girl to take care of the patient, before he fell into a drowsy sleep.

After sleeping until noon, he felt much better.Wen Qiwen hadn't woken up yet, and the little girl was still dutifully watching over.After lunch, Zhang Zirui drank a bowl of dark medicinal soup.Only then did I have the mind to check my body.

The body of the eldest son of the Zhang family is deficient from birth, lack of recuperation the day after tomorrow, and due to long-term illness, he is basically a waste.Zhang Dashao does not have spiritual roots, and his meridians are blocked. He has taken medicine for a long time and accumulated toxins in his body. Although the spiritual energy here is rich, with such a body, no matter how hard he tries, he probably has no chance of building a foundation.

When he felt that the world was full of aura, he was secretly happy, maybe this time he could achieve something small.Who knows, the big environment is there, but the hardware itself is not enough.

Zhang Zirui smiled wryly, it seemed that he didn't have the life to cultivate an immortal, but it would be good to keep fit and protect himself.In order to get out of this bed as soon as possible, Zhang Zirui started to practice.At the very least, the meridians must be opened up bit by bit to expel the toxins and get out of the ranks of sick people.

When Wen Qiwen woke up in a daze, the first thing he saw was Zhang Zirui's pale face.He was not fully awake at this time, and immediately confused with the scene in the dream, he let out a horrified exclamation.

Zhang Zirui, who had just taken a short rest after practicing, was awakened, and opened his eyes to look at Wen Qiwen, only to see that he was looking at him in horror.

"Qiao'er, go and bring the young lady's medicine." Zhang Zirui said to Wen Qiwen after giving instructions to Qiao'er who had been waiting outside. "Are you awake?"

Wen Qiwen regained his composure and finally became more sober.Seeing himself lying on the wedding bed, he panicked again. Seeing that he was still wearing the wedding dress, he calmed down a little bit.

"Why am I in bed"

"You are sick, I have someone help you up."

"Thank you." Wen Qiwen apologized in a low voice.No wonder he felt a headache and aching all over.

Zhang Zirui moved his body, and half-lyed sideways on the bed.

"What's your name, how old is this year?"

Although the other party was already his husband, lying on the same bed with a strange man like this still made Wen Qiwen feel uncomfortable.

"My name is Wen Qiwen, and I'm fourteen years old."

Sure enough, he was still a child, but he looked like he was eleven at most. "What do your family call you?"

"Awen."

"Then I'll call you Awen. You're younger than me, so you can call me Brother Rui." Zhang Zirui paused, and then said, "Since we're married, you can treat this place as your home. My illness It's all right, but your body is still a little weak, so you don't have to worry about other things."

"Understood." Wen Qiwen responded obediently.

Although the other party still looked sickly and his voice was hoarse, but after listening to his words, he finally let go of his worries.Maybe this person is not difficult to live with.

The eccentric newlyweds had dinner together and officially started their 'newly married life'.The Zhang family did not show up on this day, perhaps because they were taboo about Young Master Zhang's death and resurrection.Didn't you see Shuang'er, who was originally healthy, just came unconscious and asked a doctor?

☆, the crisis of extermination

Wen Qiwen is in good health, and after taking a few doses of medicine, he is alive and kicking.After recovering, he took over the job of taking care of Zhang Zirui.Through these two days of getting along, he felt that his husband was quite gentle and not difficult to get along with.

And Young Master Zhang's girl, Qiao'er, and his servant, Fulu, were called to help.It was said that there was a problem with the Zhang family's farm, and most of the men in the house were transferred away.What is the truth, who knows?

Looking at the energetic and busy kid, Zhang Zirui felt quite envious of his resilience.Look at yourself, he's depressed, he's a big man, lying on the bed crookedly, he can't breathe after walking two steps, he's weaker than sister Lin, what's the matter?

Now the servants of the Zhang family avoid him like a snake and a scorpion, and he and Ah Wen live their lives in this small courtyard, which is not bad.If Master Zhang and his wife don't come, their life will be more comfortable.It is this broken body that makes him worry. Based on the current progress, it will take three to five years to fully recover.

Forget it, he was ten years younger when he was reborn, and it took him five years to recover, and he earned another five years.

"Brother Rui, good day today, I got some hot water for you to wash and shampoo." Ah Wen came in and out, carrying a bucket of cold water and a bucket of hot water.

Zhang Zirui looked at his small body, carrying a heavy and heavy wooden barrel, looking like he was struggling, and suddenly felt like he was abusing a minor.

"Aren't there servants at home? Just let them do such heavy work next time."

"It's okay, I can do it." Now the servants of this family walked around when they saw them, and he couldn't do anything about them.But seeing Zhang Zirui's weak appearance, Wen Qiwen felt that there was no need to tell him to worry about him.These are things he is used to doing at home, but it's actually nothing.

Seeing his expression, Zhang Zirui guessed a little bit.Ah Wen is just an ordinary farm boy, and he can't hide his emotions, so he can't see it.It's just that now he has more than enough heart but not enough energy.

He is more or less aware of his current situation.It must be that his cheap father thinks that he has found a wife for him, and there is nothing to worry about.As for the careful thinking of the cheap lady, it can be seen from the attitude of the servants.

In the past, at any rate, he was also the young master. Although he is still the same now, it is easy for some people to make a fuss about someone who died and came back to life.

Wen Qiwen got the hot water ready and began to wash Zhang Zirui's hair.

Zhang Zirui lowered his head, saw the blurred reflection in the water, and once again determined to raise two catties of meat first.He was so skinny now that he looked neither human nor ghostly. No wonder the servants felt scared, and he himself felt unsightly looking at him.By the way, the child has to be raised well, the little sallow face looks a little bit heartbroken.

I enjoyed the child washing his hair gently and skillfully, without hurting him at all, and with moderate strength.Zhang Zirui felt that the child was quite virtuous.The child not only washed his long hair, but also patiently dried him with a cloth towel.

"Ah Wen, you are quite capable." Zhang Zirui praised without hesitation, children just want to praise more.

"What is this? I can still go hunting in the mountains." Awen said proudly. He thought it was just taking care of a patient. When he was at home, he did more.Thinking of his family, he looked a little gloomy.

"I can't tell, you're pretty good. When I get better, I'll go back with you to have a look." Zhang Zirui raised his hand and stroked the child's fluffy head.Although we have only known each other for a few days, Zhang Zirui, who came from a place where everyone wears a mask and needs to guess people's hearts everywhere, can guess Wen Qiwen's careful thinking.

"Really?" Wen Qiwen's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that the other party had agreed to accompany him home before he mentioned it.Although the Eldest Young Master is still very weak, he is gradually getting better.As long as you take good care of yourself, the day when you go home will not be far away.

"Really." Zhang Zirui nodded, this kid is really easy to coax.

"That's a deal. When the time comes, I'll go to the mountain to hunt pheasants for you to eat. The pheasant soup is much more fragrant than the old hen soup at home, and it can also nourish your body." Wen Qiwen said happily.

Looking at his radiant appearance, Zhang Zirui felt that he looked like a real child, so he looked at the child gently and smiled.

"Then I'll get better soon."

But his broken body really has nothing to say, he just feels exhausted after sitting for a while.

"Well, I will definitely take good care of Brother Rui." Wen Qiwen said seriously.Although he started to hate the Zhang family because of the burial, Brother Rui was different from them. Brother Rui was very gentle, and he was the first person who was kind to him besides his family.And he won't look down on Shuang'er either.

Zhang Zirui has a gentle personality because he has been practicing with his grandfather, while Wen Qiwen is the eldest son of the family who has a strong personality and is well-behaved and obedient.And these two people are under the same roof, getting along more and more harmoniously.

Zhang Zirui treated Wen Qiwen as his younger brother, and Ah Wen also felt that if he had an older brother, he would probably be like this.No one thought about it, the two of them were already husband and wife, developing their relationship as husband and wife.

A child seriously said that he would take care of him, which made Zhang Zirui feel a little heartwarming, and decided to take good care of this silly child in the future.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhang Zirui was able to walk a few more steps, and he became more and more awake.He also spends more time cultivating every day, and everything is developing in a good way.Apart from Zhang Zirui himself, the one who is most happy about this is Ah Wen, because Zhang Zirui recovers more, and he is one step closer to going home.

The life of the two of them lived like this, Zhang Zirui practiced, Wen Qiwen cleaned.Zhang Zirui went for a walk in the courtyard, accompanied by Wen Qiwen.When he was free, Zhang Zirui taught Wen Qiwen how to read and write.

Wen Qiwen's father was at least the only son of a scholar, and he could read to some extent, and he had taught him a little bit before.So Wen Qiwen also knew some characters, but it was still a bit difficult to read.And Zhang Zirui was just explaining his doubts when there was something he didn't understand.

However, Zhang Zirui was a little surprised that the child was literate.Because in this era, not many people can afford to read, and few people are literate.

The two of them thought that the days would go on like this, but they didn't know that great changes happened suddenly.

On this day, Zhang Zirui and Wen Qiwen went to bed early to rest after having dinner and washing up as usual.Sleeping until midnight, Zhang Zirui vaguely heard noises coming from the front yard.

He opened his eyes suddenly and listened attentively.There were screams, cries, and curses among the chaotic voices.He thought badly, something happened.He got up and walked quietly to the door, looked out, and saw a few dark shadows approaching here not far away, and the long knife in the hands of the black shadows was shining coldly under the moonlight.

Zhang Zirui was shocked, he hastily tied them up.

"Awen, wake up."

"Brother Rui, what's the matter?" Wen Qiwen opened his eyes in confusion, and looked at Zhang Zirui in confusion.

"Shh, don't make a sound, quickly hide under the bed."

Zhang Zirui made a silent gesture, whispered, and hid the thin Awen under the bed.Although Wen Qiwen didn't know why Brother Rui asked him to get under the bed, but seeing his nervous look, he didn't ask any questions, didn't he just get under the bed?it's not a big deal.So he obediently stayed under the bed, quietly opened the corner of the sheet, and watched Zhang Zirui busy in the house.

After hiding the child, Zhang Zirui moved a stool under the back window, opened the back window, and threw a coat out of the window.

By this time, footsteps could be heard approaching the door.

Zhang Zirui couldn't help being frightened into a cold sweat, hoping that the seemingly solid wooden door could stop him for a while, if those people rushed in at this moment, with his broken body, he had no ability to resist.

Despite being nervous, he carefully left footprints on the stool and window frame.

Boom~~Boom~~, the people outside started banging on the door without saying a word.The door was smashed and creaked, and every time the door was tilted into the house, it seemed that it would be smashed open at any time.The Zhang family was willing to use materials to build a house.Even though the door looked like it was about to fall down, it still took a lot of effort from the people outside.

Zhang Zirui's heart ached, before he had time to think about it, he rushed to the bed and quickly got under the bed.Zhang Zirui hugged the child, blocked him inside, and covered the child's mouth to prevent him from being out of breath and being frightened.

With a bang~~, the door was smashed open, and the sound of messy footsteps resounded in the room.Four masked men rushed in and rummaged through the room.

"Third Brother, there is no one." A tall and strong man said to the leading man.

Leading man: "The door is so tightly bolted, there's no way there's no one there."

"Third brother, look, that man must have heard the wind and escaped from here." Another strong man pointed at the window and shouted.

"Forget it, hurry up and find something valuable and go." The leading man glanced at the open window. Anyway, the house was already surrounded by them, and he couldn't escape even if he tried.

Wen Qiwen leaned against Zhang Zirui's thin arms. At this moment, he already understood what was going on, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He even breathed lightly, for fear of being discovered.

Zhang Zirui quietly listened to the movement outside, he didn't dare to move at this moment.

I only heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the house, as well as the sound of broken porcelain.

"TMD, there is nothing valuable in such a nice house."

Following the curse, there was another sound of porcelain shattering.

Zhang Zirui thought to himself, of course there is no more.This house is just like the title of the eldest son of his family. It looks bright and beautiful, but it is actually an empty shell.

After a while, there was finally no sound in the room.But worried that the other party would turn back, Zhang Zirui didn't dare to come out rashly at this time.

The two of them waited for Ah Wait under the bed, and they didn't know how long it had passed.In this dark and narrow space, the time is extremely difficult.Just when Zhang Zirui was about to go out to have a look, there was another sound of footsteps.Zhang Zirui was taken aback, he didn't expect these people to leave yet.

The people outside the house did not stay long this time, and left soon.But this time Zhang Zirui didn't dare to get out so quickly.

After a while, the temperature in the room was getting higher and higher, and there was a smell of paste in the air, as well as bursts of pungent smoke.Zhang Zirui thought to himself, it's too bad, these people not only murder and rob money, but also set fire.

Zhang Zirui couldn't hide anymore at this moment, and whispered to Wen Qiwen, "Awen, don't move, I'll go out and have a look."

"Okay." Wen Qiwen nodded obediently.

Zhang Zirui opened the corner of the sheet and looked out carefully.As far as the eye can see, it is a mess, but there is no one.Seeing that there was no danger, he cautiously got out from under the bed, and suddenly a hot breath came towards him.

And this house has been surrounded by raging fire. Judging from the fire, it is estimated that it has been doused with kerosene.Otherwise, even if it is a wooden building, the fire will not spread so fast.

"Ah Wen, it's on fire, come out quickly." Zhang Zirui called Ah Wen to come out, while looking around, his mind quickly thought of ways to get out of trouble.

When Wen Qiwen heard Zhang Zirui's words, he quickly got out from under the bed.Seeing the fire around him, he froze for a moment, with a frightened expression on his face.

Zhang Zirui took two veils, moistened them with the cold tea on the table, covered his mouth and nose with one, and veiled the child with the other.

"Ahem~~ Ah Wen, I'll take you out later, don't be afraid to know?"

Zhang Zirui dug out the quilts in the house and got ready to go out.The smoke became more and more choking, and he felt that his eyes were a little too tight.The veil on the nose and mouth didn't help much, the chest became more and more stuffy, and the eyes were a little dark, and the broken body began clamoring to go on strike again.

"I know, I'm not afraid." Wen Qiwen has always been strong, although he felt scared at this time, he still forced himself to be calm.

Zhang Zirui put the quilt on the two of them, bent down to protect the child, and then rushed towards the door.At this time, there is no better way than to race against time.Every second more delay means more danger.

☆、Misfortunes never come singly

The two rushed from the house to the courtyard without any risk. When they stepped out of the house just now, a beam fell behind them.Seeing that it was temporarily safe, Zhang Zirui overturned the layers of quilts on his back to the ground.