hunting and farming husband

And outside the green brick and tile house of the Cheng family in Shanghua Village.

In winter, when the farms are slack, there is not much work.The younger ones will go out to find some work to subsidize the family, and the female brothers like to gather together to chat when they are free.

South of the village.

Today is the big fair, and a few aunts and uncles got together to have a lively chat, while waiting for the person who came back from the big fair.

The wife of Li Dahe's family, a carpenter in the village, is inquisitive.

Seeing Du Jinhe's presence, she rolled her eyes and asked in that loud voice: "Master Cheng, is the eldest son of the youngest Cheng family back?"

Cheng Langyu's father, Cheng Anhua, had four sisters in his generation. Cheng Anhua was the youngest, and Cheng Anming was the eldest.

His daughter-in-law, Du Jinhe, was from Xiahe Village, just like Cheng Langyu's stepmother.

When Du Jinhe heard someone ask about his nephew, his sewing hands stopped, and he said in surprise, "When did you come back? My Erlang didn't come back."

He, Erlang Xin, came early, and he was able to return safely years ago.She burned incense and worshiped Buddha for several years, but she was relieved to hear the news that her son had returned from that murderous battlefield.

But Langyu has arrived, but he hasn't returned yet.

Li's aunt slapped her thigh, her eyes were full of excitement: "Hey, you don't know."

This pride in knowing the previous relationship attracted the attention of all the aunts and uncles.

Du Jinhe is slightly fat, she looks peaceful and kind, and she is also very popular in the village.Hearing that something really happened, she stomped her feet anxiously: "Tell me, that kid Lang Yu left with my Erlang back then, did he come back?"

"That's not true," Li's aunt straightened her back and vowed, "It rained last night, and the ox cart passed the gate of the third uncle's house at the entrance of the village. Third aunt saw it with her own eyes."

"It was a big guy who took pictures of Du Qiuhong's door, saying it was impossible, and someone carried him in." She exaggerated, her voice was low and scary.

"What! Then my Erlang!" Du Jinhe couldn't sit still, picked up the little maza and was about to ask.

It's a pity that Lang Yu came back out of breath, but it's just a pity that their relationship with Cheng Anhua's family has faded.

Speaking of the reason, it was also made by his father.

Ever since the incident with Cheng Anhua and Du Qiuhong happened, the old man of the Cheng family didn't recognize this son.

In the past, when Cheng Langyu was here, he occasionally had contact with that family.Ever since Cheng Langyu was conscripted away, Mr. Cheng hated him even more, and directly made several families cut off contact with Cheng Anhua.

Even when Cheng Anhua went there last year, Mr. Cheng didn't show up.It's still a few brothers' families who each have their own, so let's understand.

Du Jinhe also looked down on that vixen from the same village from the bottom of his heart.

Seducing a married man has ruined their village's reputation, and it's hard for her nephews to talk about marriage now.

How she asked, Ye Rendong, who was a few miles away, didn't know.

He is still hoarding food.

Taking advantage of the early weather, Ye Liandong went back and forth a few times, throwing the fish and shrimp in the tank full.

In the half-broken water tank, there were constant ripples, all caused by small fish swimming with their backs exposed.Loaches and eels are slippery and run fast, but he catches few, only a few of them.

As for the crabs and river prawns he caught, he washed them directly by the river.They got some stone slabs and put them in a circle around the fire.

The firewood is very hot, and the crabs and shrimps are placed on the slate, and they are quickly dried.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, with a few stars dotted around the waning moon, it is already night.

Ye Chudong was busy all afternoon, the dried crabs and shrimps were all piled up in the bag, and the dried dates were also put on the side.

This is food storage, and with these, he has the confidence to survive.

Winter nights are foggy and cool.

From time to time, some sparks popped out of the crackling fire, which heated up the silent night.

Ye Liandong sat by the fire, turning over his clothes from time to time to look at the fish soup.

The fireworks in the stove danced, reflecting his soft eyebrows and eyes.Like curling smoke, it is light and misty, making people more and more gentle.

Feeling the rare warmth, Ye Chudong continued to weave the grass net gradually taking shape.

This is what he thought when he was catching small fish today.

He picked up almost all the fish in the puddle, but the river in the middle is so big, there must be more fish in it than in the puddle.

He can't go down the river, but he can weave straw nets.

In order to save money for the family, Aunt Bai asked him to make up the baskets himself.Without a master to teach, he could only stumble and fumble by himself.

Over the past few years, he knows most of the household items.

After the fish soup was ready, he first moved the fire into the house.Because it was a thatched cottage, he didn't dare to make too much, for fear of burning it.

However, even the dim light was enough for him to see.

After feeding the man, Ye Chudong's cheeks were seductively red, as if smeared with peach blossom juice; his lips were covered with water, and looked crystal clear under the firewood.

I wish I could let people kiss me.

It was much colder at night than during the day, leaving the fire, Ye Chudong, who was wearing single clothes, shivered from the cold.

He removed the fire from the house, and pulled some wet wood from under the collapsed woodshed.Mixed with dry wood and burned slowly.

There is no shortage of firewood near the mountains and forests. I just hope that the fire will not go out when I wake up tomorrow morning.

After eating and drinking enough, he stretched his hands upwards.With the movement, the single clothes fit tightly to the body, revealing the slender waistline and back.The shoulder blades are clearly visible.

too skinny.

The joints creaked, and Ye Liandong frowned uncomfortably.

Sour everywhere.

He cleaned himself up briefly, and checked his feet again.

Although I fell down today, the soles of my feet have scabbed at this moment, and I should be able to walk smoothly tomorrow.

There was no light in the room, Ye Rendong was in trouble standing by the board.

Holding the drying clothes, he knelt beside the man.He stared blankly at the quilt on his body.

The quilt is the thickest and warmest new quilt he has ever seen in his life. He doesn't get stained, but...

But...he looked down at the dry grass beneath him, and there was only one plank.

The cold wind blew by, and he shivered.He lifted the naked man up a few times, and put the jacket on him.

Ye Chudong bit her lip and kissed her...

In the dark environment, his ruddy earlobes are like top-quality ruby, warm and delicate.

Ye Rendong deceived himself and covered himself with the man's jacket.

"Borrow your clothes, can I lend you half of the plank?"

"If you don't say anything, you agree."

The sound of sleep gradually became hazy, and Ye Liandong was warmed by the padded jacket.Closing his eyes, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Through the hazy mist, a few rays of moonlight fell on the dilapidated thatched cottage, which was light and cold.

But on the other side of the light, in the stacked haystacks, a tall man was sleeping on the inside with his brows stretched out.The thick cotton quilt was tightly wrapped.

And the skinny brother slept in the gap between the haystack and the man, curled up like a baby.His whole body was wrapped in a big padded jacket, leaving only the withered and yellow top of his head exposed.

The jacket rose and fell weakly with the breath, there was no wind in the haystack, only two harmonious breaths remained.

Suddenly, Cheng Langyu's fingers under the quilt trembled, as if his consciousness had returned.

Ye Chudong stretched out his hand from the side, and just happened to slide into the man's quilt and embed it in his wide palm.

Then he grunted, opened his hands, and hid himself in the bed next to him in search of warmth like a cub returning home.

The hot air from all directions seeks people, soaking the cold body that broke in.

Ye Liandong clings to the man's body, burying her head in the hollow of his shoulder.Unprecedented heating enveloped him, like melting into a big furnace, his bones were warm.

This time, Ye Liandong slept very comfortably.

In the quiet winter night, Cheng Langyu was a little more conscious.

The eyeballs under the eyelids slowly moved, like being wrapped in a puppet shell, unable to move easily.

The bloody sea of ​​flowers in front of him has disappeared, replaced by comrades fighting on the battlefield, the head of the enemy, a horse with a broken limb...

His heart was numb and not very stable.

The eyeballs turned faster, smoother like gears that had been oiled.The thick long eyelashes trembled, and the deep-set eyes slowly opened under the steep eyebrows.

In an instant, like stars dotted with skylight, they happily shattered into obsidian-like pupils.

The brilliance is myriad.

Ordinary people can fall into these eyes with just one glance.Not to mention, after opening her eyes, she has a more relaxed and feng shui moon-like face.

Lang Yan is unique, as beautiful as a crown jade.

Mr. Mei Yulang from Shanghua Village, once he went out, has both the bones of a literati and the courage of a soldier, making him even more handsome.

He tried to raise his arm, but it was weak.I think I didn't eat in the past few days.

Cheng Langyu's head moved slightly, and there was an itchy and fluffy touch around his neck.

He turned his head.

Under the moonlight, only the top of his head could be seen, and his face was hidden in the hollow of his shoulder, so he couldn't see clearly.

He opened his eyes as if he had exhausted all his strength, within a few breaths.The ray of light in the eyes scattered, and the eyelids rolled down again.

I don't know when the clouds are floating under the moon, and the moonlight in the room is faint.No one knows whether the person next to the pillow is awake or not.

The falling rabbit collects light.

The morning mist arrives in a light veil, bringing the thatched cottages together in the realm of Yunshan.The mist wraps around the hut, and the transparent dew falls.

The dewdrops accumulated more and more, and finally couldn't help it, ticking and falling on the eaves.

Ye Liandong stretched out her hand from hiding in the warm quilt.The coolness across the warm wrist caused goose bumps on his hands.

He woke up instantly.

Unexpectedly, the smell of wrapping overnight entered the nasal cavity.

Faint, cool, like the frost by the river in winter, and like the long woody fragrance in the mountains.

He squeezed the things around him with his palms.Tight, stiff.

Wood on the bed?

Ye Rendong opened his eyes.The eyes are focused, and under the sight is the snow-white coat and wheat-colored skin.Looking up in a daze, there are unfamiliar ears and long hair like ink mist.

His pupils constricted, and he let go of his hand quickly.The whole body retreated hastily until it touched the firewood stack, making a crisp sound that it was about to collapse.

The quilt was stretched open, and cold air was poured into the middle.

Ye Rendong's face was pale, and he slapped himself on the face.

Hugging his knees and burying his head in his arms, he was silent for a long time.He bit his lip.

He's not a slut... just careless...

Ye Liandong got off the bed silently, and tucked the blanket tightly.

Passing by the yard, the fire from last night has been extinguished, but there are still some sparks underneath.

Ye Liandong rolled up her sleeves disconsolately, chewing willow branches and went to the river to wash up.

In the Great Yan Dynasty, there were three, six, nine classes of people, and elder brother was the lowest class.Weaker than men in strength, less fertile than women.I've heard it from a young age, he's like this, it's deviant, an unmarried brother climbs on a man's bed, and wants to be soaked in a pig cage.

Ye Liandong squatted by the river with her knees in a daze, caressing willow branches unconsciously.

The matter of running away from the Bai family was the most determined thing he did.

The hut was his only shelter.

Maybe it's God who sees him as pitiful, and specially left this house under the mountain forest for him to meet.

However, another injured man came.Although he couldn't bear to take care of it, he got better and better.

He took off his clothes, kissed her, and even rolled into a bed.

After living for 18 years, this is the first man he has come into contact with seriously. If he doesn't save him, that man will only die.

But it’s saved now, in case the man wakes up, he will announce what he did...