Dressed in coarse white linen mourning clothes, with a white handkerchief tied on her head, her oval face was very delicate. Her eyes were red, her eyelashes were still wet, and her small nose was also red from the cold. She was looking at him timidly.
Zheng Shaopeng looked at her in a daze. Yang Hanshi? Isn't it too small? Should he be in the first or second year of junior high school? Even though he had a lot of experience in resurrecting and quickly integrating into a new life, he still felt extremely strange when he saw his new wife being so 'young'.
His extremely weak body had been sitting on his knees for a while, but he had already started to fall 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 widened as she stared at him. Tears gradually blurred her eyes. After a long while, she suddenly burst into tears.
This cry made Zheng Shaopeng feel a cold chill from his tailbone to the back of his head. How sad and aggrieved was it to cry so heartbreakingly?
Young Miss Han cried pitifully, her hands clutching the coffin tightly, afraid that she would wither to the ground if she let go. Usually, she would just take care of him without any regrets and do her best as a husband and wife. When she had just married, the two of them had not even spoken a few words. In fact, there was not a deep relationship between the two of them.
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 was not finished. Only then could there be a pillar.
Zheng Shaopeng was sad because of her crying. He wanted to comfort her and say a few words such as " First time meeting, please take care of me." Unfortunately, his body was not strong enough. His mouth opened like a sticky fish, but he couldn't say anything. Instead, his eyes rolled back and he fainted again.
The mourning hall was in chaos again. Young Miss Han, who had woken up, cried and dragged him out of the coffin. Old Master Yang had heard of some people faking death and coming back to life, so he was not too surprised. Even though he felt a little awkward when he saw Yang Ling resurrect, he was actually a little happier.
After all, Yang Ling was the only person in the Rooster Cry Posthouse who had achieved fame. It was an honor to have such a person in the clan. After all, he was a member of the Yang Clan's bloodline.
Previously, he had been persuaded by his son to come and snatch the property. It was for his son's sake, but in his heart, he was half worried that this little widow would not be able to stay. In a few years, he would take the Yang family's land and remarry. Now that his nephew had come back to life, he no longer had to worry about it.
He awkwardly asked someone to help carry his nephew to the bed and then asked someone to find a doctor. After working for a long time, he finally left with the help of his grandchildren.
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Two bowls of corn porridge and a plate of pickled radish were the first meal Zheng Shaode and his wife had after reincarnating as Yang Ling. An oil lamp swayed on the stove, and the smell of fireworks filled the room.
In the first eight reincarnations, they were either rich families or powerful people. When they first ate such food, even though they were hungry, Zheng Shaopeng, Yang Ling, who was now a scholar of the Xuan Mansion in the 17th year of Hongzhi of Ming Dynasty, barely ate until he was 70% full.
Young Madam Han ate very happily. Although the simple meals were too hard, seeing that her husband had not only come back to life, but could also eat on his own, she felt happy and satisfied.
Looking at the empty house, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He watched as this young lady Han, who was basically a little girl, finished the bowl of corn porridge in a very sweet manner, and even used her little tongue to lick the edge of the bowl clean. Yang Ling couldn't help but feel sour in his heart,""It seems that the damned ghost judge has played himself. If I had known this would happen, I would have enjoyed the days of being a billionaire, even though I'm a little old.。。。。。,What should he do now? Was he really going to be 10,000 years old and minus 1,000 years? He might as well just stay like this for two years, at least.。。。。。Although this daughter-in-law was a little young, she was really good-looking.”
He calculated in his heart, and when he saw Young Miss Han put down the bowl, he pushed the remaining half bowl of corn porridge to her and said gently,""You're not full yet, right? Come, drink this too."
Han Youniang then boldly looked at her man. He still looked very haggard, but his spirit had improved a lot, and his eyes were bright. Seeing his beautiful eyes staring at her gently, Han Youniang couldn't help but feel a little shy. She lowered her eyes and said softly, Husband, you've just recovered from your illness, so you should eat more."
Yang Ling thought for a moment before he found out in his mind that he should address her as his wife. However, it was very awkward for him to address her as such. It was fortunate that the original Yang Ling had been in a daze ever since he fell ill, and he was too lazy to even open his eyes. He had never called her his wife, so he called her by her baby name," Young miss, my body has just recovered, so I can't eat too much. It'll be a waste if you don't eat."
Han Yuniang thought for a moment and smiled shyly at him. She took the bowl and said in a low voice," Thank you, hubby."
Yang Ling examined her carefully. This girl had already taken off her mourning clothes and changed into a set of green cloth clothes. Her face still looked young, but perhaps because she had been practicing martial arts for many years, her figure had developed to the point where she looked like a young lady. She was handsome, and her skin was slightly tanned. However, her thick eyebrows, pretty nose, plump lips, and large black eyes made her look very cute.
Feeling her husband looking at her, Han Youniang thought that there was something wrong with her table manners and couldn't help but turn away shyly. Since they got married, this was the first time she and her husband sat together for a meal. Although they had been husband and wife for more than half a year, her impression of her husband was still blank. Other than knowing his name, knowing that he was the youngest scholar in Xuan Manor, and the only man with an official position in Jiming Posthouse, she knew nothing.
In the middle of the house was the dining hall. Once they entered the door, they would see the stove. On the right side was the bedroom. There was a faint smell of medicine inside. Yang Ling's parents used to live on the left side. After the old man passed away, they left it empty and used it to store some junk.
The dining hall was also the living room, and it was also Yang Ling's mourning hall. Young Lady Han was afraid that he would be too sick, so she insisted on not letting him do it. She helped him to sit on the bed, and then she went to pile the elegiac couplet, incense paper, gold and silver basket, and other things that others had sent over behind the door. She tore down the mourning hall, and she was covered in sweat.
Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh as he watched Young Miss Han clean up the house. It was said that modern girls were exposed to many things and ate good food, so they matured early. Their bodies and desires were the only things that matured early. Look at Young Miss Han, she was the one who had matured mentally.
A fifteen-year-old girl had to take care of a bedridden patient right after she married. It was really difficult for her to live in such a poor family. She did not know how she had endured for the past six months. Looking at her beauty and obedience, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel a little moved. This girl's simple and innocent appearance made him feel pity and love for her. Thinking that he would only live for two more years, he really couldn't bear to ruin her.
Young Madam Han turned her head and saw him sitting on the brick bed and sizing her up. She couldn't help but blush. For more than half a year, she had been waiting for her man to wake up every day. Now that he had really woken up, she felt uncomfortable being stared at by him.
She was a little embarrassed and shyly walked into the room to light up the oil lamp. Seeing that his eyes were still looking at her, her face couldn't help but heat up, but she didn't know how to talk to him. She rubbed her face in the room for a while, and with a red face, she pulled the thin blanket over his legs and stuttered," Husband, you've just recovered. Rest for a while. I'll go to Aunt Li's house next door and come back in a while." After saying that, she ran out of the house.
Yang Ling smiled faintly, a warmth surging in his heart. He didn't know what illness he was originally suffering from, but ever since he possessed the body, other than being bedridden for a long time and being malnourished, he had become weak in his limbs and short of breath.
Seeing that Han Youniang had run out, he lifted the blanket and got off the bed, taking the opportunity to get up and familiarize himself with the place. When he saw this, his heart couldn't help but turn cold. Everywhere was empty, and his house was really bare. It was really pitiful.
He walked to the opposite room. From Young Lady Han, he knew that this was the place where Yang Ling's parents used to live. It was empty now, and there were some miscellaneous items in it. He walked to the door and picked up the bag of grain. There was less than a bowl of crushed corn left in it. No wonder she had only cooked two bowls of porridge at night, and she was still so satisfied with his half bowl of leftover porridge. He had no idea how many days it had been since he had eaten a full meal. Yang Ling's nose felt a little sour.
Living like this would be a problem. How could they survive in the middle of winter? I said that I would eat and wait for death, but I didn't say that I would starve to death. He cursed the Judge Imps in his heart.
The room wasn't big and there wasn't much in it. He walked out of the room. The night in the mountain village was dark and hazy. The small oil lamps that were lit by each family didn't go far. It was not like the countryside now, where everything was bright. Looking at the crescent moon covered by dark clouds in the sky, he felt a bone-chilling coldness and the silence of the surroundings. He didn't know where Young Lady Han had gone. He was about to return to his room when he suddenly heard a squeak not far away, followed by a dog barking.
He tilted his head and heard an old woman's voice not far away."" Young lady, it's dark, watch where you're going."
Then, the young mother's crisp voice said," Sigh, thank you, Auntie Li. I'll definitely return this grain to you when my family has a harvest next year."
Yang Ling quietly walked to the side of the low wall. There was a pile of snow under the wall. He leaned against the low wall and looked in that direction. He saw a white-haired old woman holding an oil lamp in one hand and pushing the door with the other. The young lady must have already left the courtyard.
The old woman shook her head and sighed. When she closed the door, she heard an old man's voice in the room." My dear wife, the Tartars came in the autumn, so we don't have much food left."
The old woman mumbled as she closed the door,""Sigh, I know, but this child is so pitiful. I'll help him if I can. Besides, Ling-er has a reputation. If he survives a disaster, he will definitely be blessed."
As the door closed, the rest of the conversation became unclear. Yang Ling heard the door of his courtyard open, and a petite figure walked in. He couldn't help but take two steps forward to welcome her.
Han Youniang was shocked to see a figure walking into the yard. She thought it was that scoundrel, Yang Quan, who had come to flirt with her again. She held half a bag of food in one hand and took out a stick from behind the yard door with the other. She shouted in a low voice, Get out, or else I'm going to call you my man."
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