Yang Ling had only taken two steps forward when he heard a swooshing sound. A wooden stick as thick as two fingers had already poked his chest, giving him a fright. He hurriedly said,"" Don't." His throat was a little choked. He swallowed and said slowly," Young lady, it's me, I'm Yang Ling."
"Aiya!" The stick fell to the ground with a clang. Young Miss Han hurriedly rushed forward and held him up. She said anxiously,""Husband, you just recovered. Why did you come out? The weather is cold. If anything happens to you, what should I do?”
Yang Ling said," It's fine. I'm already much better." He reached out to help Young Madam Han carry the bag of grain, but Young Madam Han couldn't bear to let him work anymore. She quickly helped him back and said," Husband, go back and lie down. It's too cold at night. When the weather gets warmer at noon tomorrow, I'll help you out to get some sun."
Yang Ling had no choice but to let her support him as they walked back. He couldn't help but ask after entering the room,""Young lady, in order to treat my illness, our family's money has been spent, right? I don't think there's anything else at home."
Han Youniang placed the bag of food on the stove and helped him into the house. She hummed in agreement and said softly,""When the Tartars came, I only cared about carrying you up the mountain.。。。。。I could only pawn some of my furniture."
She helped Yang Ling sit down on the bed, and as she helped him take off his shoes, she raised her head and smiled at him, saying,"" Husband, don't worry. When our fields have a harvest next year, our days will be better. You're a scholar, so you don't have to worry about these chores. When you're feeling better, just focus on studying. Next year will be the provincial examination that happens once every three years."
Yang Ling could not help but smile bitterly in his heart when he saw her eyes full of admiration and pride when she mentioned his identity. He was really unable to carry his shoulders or lift his hands. He had only relied on those useless eight-legged essays to earn his status as a scholar, but in her eyes, he had actually become a real man. If this was in his era, even if you were a graduate from Tsinghua University or Peking University, you would have been kicked away by your wife long ago. Why would she look at you with such admiration?
However, it was no wonder that she placed so much importance on it. In this era, agriculture was valued and commerce was suppressed. Even if a merchant had money, his social status was inferior to that of a small landowner with only three to five acres of land. Therefore, the way to get promoted and make a fortune was almost entirely by becoming an official, and the main way to enter the official career was through the imperial examination. Although Yang Ling was only a scholar now, in this era, a scholar's status was a very impressive figure whether in the city or in the countryside. Some scholars might not even be able to become a scholar even in their seventies or eighties.
The Ming Dynasty was the strictest in supervising the people. Even if they left their hometown to visit relatives and friends, they had to get a travel pass from the local government. They had to pass the customs and seal it. They could not be careless. However, scholars with achievements such as Elementary Scholars and High Scholars were different. They had the right to carry swords and wear green silk clothes. They could travel freely. Along the way, officials were not allowed to stop them. When they saw the county magistrate, who ordinary farmers might never see in their entire lives, they did not have to kneel and even had a seat. In the eyes of ordinary people, such people were naturally very important figures.
Young Miss Han pulled the blanket over for him to lean on and fetched a basin of hot water. She ignored Yang Ling's repeated refusal and gently washed his feet. Yang Ling had never enjoyed such treatment before, but after rejecting her, he saw that Young Miss Han was panicking. He could only smile bitterly and let her serve him.
At night, Yang Ling lay on his bed, resting his head on his arm as he pondered over his own thoughts. Han Youniang's soft breathing could be heard. She must have fallen asleep.
Ever since they got married, although Young Miss Han and he lived on the same bed, she took care of him every day without taking off her clothes. The two of them had never performed a human etiquette ceremony and had always slept next to his bed. Tonight, her husband was no longer in a daze. Instead, she was extremely embarrassed. After sleeping and blowing out the lights, he could not see her appearance. Young Miss Han still felt hot all over. Once she got into bed, she buried her head in the blanket and did not dare to show it again.
However, tonight was the happiest day since she got married. Not only did her husband come back from the dead, but he also seemed to have recovered from his illness. It seemed that he would be able to recover completely in a few days. Her life was filled with hope and longing again. She only felt extremely happy.
Even though Yang Ling and her were husband and wife, in his heart, even though this girl was delicate and charming, he felt pity for her when he saw her misfortune and strength when he opened his eyes. He only had two years to live, and he would not go against his conscience to have designs on such a cute girl.
He looked at where Han Youniang was sleeping. The room was dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only hear her breathing like a small cat. Sigh, he sighed faintly. Now that this girl was his wife, not only did he have to find a way to survive, but he also had to take responsibility to take care of her. However, with such a poor family, how could he make sure that she did not have to worry about food and clothing?
After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. At this time, the heat of the Kang gradually cooled down. Not only was his face exposed under the blanket cold, but the quilt also began to feel cold. He tightened the blanket and suddenly remembered that he was sleeping on the Kang, and Han Youniang was sleeping even more. He didn't know if she could withstand it.
He quietly reached out his hand and touched the brick bed beside the young lady. It was cold. It should be easy to chop some firewood in the mountain village. Why didn't they burn more firewood on such a cold day? When he was inspecting the house just now, he didn't seem to remember how much firewood was placed beside the stove. Thinking about his own situation, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel relieved. She had been on the verge of death for a while now, and it seemed like she could die at any moment. Young Miss Han was alone and helpless, and she had to take care of herself. How could she have the time to go up the mountain to chop wood?
When his fingers touched the edge of the blanket, Yang Ling was stunned. Why was the blanket so thin? She twirled it with her fingers. The blanket was really too thin compared to the one she used to cover herself. Did she endure this cold winter night for a night?
At this moment, Han Youniang's body shivered, as if she was hunched over. Yang Ling's face heated up. "Young lady, you're not asleep yet?" he asked in a low voice with a warm face.”
Young Madam Han responded vaguely, her voice trembling. Yang Ling sighed." Why is your blanket so thin? How can you survive such a cold winter night?" Don't you have thick quilts at home?"
" Mm." Young Miss Han said in a low voice," Hubby, you're very sick. I really can't think of a way to get a doctor, so I can only apologize."
Yang Ling touched the thick blanket that he had covered himself with, and his heart warmed. He suddenly sat up and reached out to pull the blanket that Young Lady Han was lying on. The surface of the bed was very smooth, and he forcefully pulled the blanket over.
Han Yuniang panicked and said in a trembling voice,""Husband, what are you doing?"
Yang Ling saw that she was frightened and found it funny. He teased her,""We're husband and wife. What's wrong with sleeping together?”
Young Madam Han panicked even more, but there was nothing wrong with her husband's words. She could only stammer,"" But, but your health is good. Let's not, not."
Yang Ling couldn't help but laugh softly, saying,""Silly girl, your blanket is too thin. How can I sleep when you're freezing there? Come, let's sleep together."
The two blankets were placed together. Yang Ling lifted her blanket and covered her with his own blanket. He then placed the thin blanket on top of the thick blanket and said," Look, this is much better."
Han Youniang was so embarrassed that she hid under the blanket and did not dare to come out. She curled up like a bow and clenched her fists in front of her chest. She did not know why she was so nervous and afraid.
Yang Ling was her legitimate husband, and she had been taught from a young age that she had to obey the three laws and the four virtues, that her husband was the heavens, and her wife was the earth. If her husband wanted her, there was nothing wrong with it. However, when she thought of what might happen, she couldn't help but panic. She was even more afraid than when she went hunting with her father and saw a tiger for the first time.
Yang Ling could feel her nervousness. To be honest, he did not dare to get too close to the young lady. If the two of them were really too close, he could not guarantee that he would not be tempted. At least he was physically and mentally healthy. Even if he did not want to be near such a young girl, he would still have a physiological reaction. Therefore, he did not dare to get too close to her even though they were two fists apart.
But this way, the last bit of warmth in the blanket had also disappeared. Even though the blanket was thicker, Yang Ling still could not feel the warmth. After lying down for a while, Yang Ling got up again and fumbled for his shoes.
"Hubby, where are you going?" Han Yuniang asked.”
"How do I light the oil lamp?" Yang Ling asked. No, where is the oil lamp?"
Han Youniang quickly got up and lit an oil lamp with a flint. Her face was red under the light, and it was unknown whether it was because of embarrassment or the light, but it made her look even more beautiful. She said to Yang Ling in confusion,""Husband, are you going to pay your respects? The toilet is in the outer hall."
Yang Ling shook his head and said,"No, I'll add more firewood to the stove."
Young Lady Han held up the oil lamp and followed him to the outer hall. There was a small bundle of chopped firewood piled under the stove. Yang Ling looked at it, then walked to the corner of the wall to take the elegiac couplet, burning paper, and gold and silver basket and stuffed them all into the bottom of the stove. These were all made of kaoliang stalks washi, and were very easy to burn. The stove fire that was about to go out burned fiercely again.
Yang Ling then piled the bundle of firewood on top of him. Young Lady Han opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she hesitated." If it's burnt, then so be it. Husband's health is improving anyway, so there's no need for me to be by his side all the time. I'll just wake up early tomorrow morning and go up the mountain to chop some firewood."
Yang Ling let the fire burn slowly, then clapped his hands and turned his head back to smile."" This is great. I can sleep a little warmer tonight."
With the help of the fire in the stove, she turned her head and saw that Young Lady Han was wearing a white, coarse dress. Although there were a few patches on it, it could not hide her slender figure. Her skin was exposed at the collar, and under the light of the fire, she looked especially attractive.
Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly averted his gaze, not daring to look again. Young Lady Han sensed his gaze, and she looked a little shy. She shyly helped Yang Ling back to the room. When Yang Ling took the oil lamp from Young Lady Han, he felt that her palm was very rough. Looking at it under the light, he saw that there were some calluses on her palm, and the skin on the back of her palm felt very rough, with many small cracks. Even though they had just met today, Yang Ling could not help but feel his heart ache.
Young Miss Han blushed and shook her head. She timidly pulled back her hand and said," Husband, don't catch a cold. Quickly rest." After this action, the two of them were no longer so reserved. An inexplicable feeling secretly grew in their hearts. After they got under the blanket, the two of them were no longer so reserved.
It was very uncomfortable to let cold air in through the gaps in the blanket. Yang Ling was helpless, and he couldn't help but move closer. Young Lady Han's body trembled, and her limbs were a little stiff, but she remained docile and didn't say a word.
Yang Ling only allowed her to come close to him, sticking close to his body to prevent the heat from escaping. He said to Young Lady Han in a self-deprecating manner,"Young Lady, we're helping each other through thick and thin." He gently rubbed Young Lady Han's small hand and said tenderly,"Your hand is cracked. Did you do the laundry and chop the firewood? Does it hurt?"
Young Miss Han shook her head and realized that he couldn't see her, so she said,"" It doesn't hurt, hubby. As long as your body recovers, I won't have any regrets no matter how much I suffer."
Yang Ling couldn't help but hold her hand tightly when he heard this. He felt that even though this reincarnation was the most difficult of his nine reincarnations, it made his heart feel warm and blissful. After a while, Yang Ling heard that Young Lady Han's breathing didn't seem like she was asleep. He couldn't help but ask,""What are you thinking about?"
Young Lady Han sighed and said,""Husband, I'm thinking about your provincial examination next year. We don't have money anymore. I have two older brothers and a younger brother in my family. The four acres of mountain land in our house were passed down from our ancestors. That can't be sold. The provincial examination is a major event in your life.”
Four acres of mountain fields? Yang Ling could not help but have a thought. He did not have any thoughts of not using his ancestral property recklessly, afraid that he would be criticized for squandering. He only wanted to know how much money he could earn from selling four acres of land. It would be best if he could become rich in an instant and let himself live a peaceful and comfortable life for two years. When he died, he would be able to let this woman live without worry for the rest of her life.
He thought about it randomly in his heart. Tiredness gradually came over him, and he felt that it was getting hotter and hotter under the kang. Even though Young Lady Han allowed him to lean on her shoulders, her petite body was still curled up and tensed up. Yang Ling found it interesting. He yawned and said with a muffled smile,""Young lady, relax a little. It's warmer when you're close to me. The weather is so cold. Hmm, I suddenly thought of an ancient person."
Han Yuniang's face turned hot from his words. She didn't know what her scholar husband was going to say, so she asked curiously,""Husband, what ancient people did you remember?"
Yang Ling held back his laughter and said," I thought of Liu Xiahui. If this 'gentleman' was not sick, or if he was in a similar situation as me, holding a young girl in his arms in the middle of winter under the city gate, I would be able to do it. It's too cold, and any evil thoughts would be frozen away."
Young Miss Han burst into laughter. Before she got married, she was worried that her husband would be an old-fashioned and boring scholar. She did not expect him to be so interesting. A strange feeling rose in Young Miss Han's heart." This is the husband I've been with for the rest of my life. He's my closest family member in the future." She sighed softly in her small heart. Her affection and affection for Yang Ling made her involuntarily approach Yang Ling, and her nervous body softened.
She couldn't help but lean closer to Yang Ling, whispering in his ear,"" Husband, I'm willing to stay by your side. No matter if you're sick or sick, rich or poor, I'm willing to accompany you without any regrets until eternity."
Yang Ling's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly when he heard Young Lady Han's confession. Was everyone in the world trying their best to find the other half who was willing to say " I do " to them? The impulse made him almost blurt out to her that he was willing to accompany her like this for the rest of his life, but he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. Two years of life, he sighed deeply in his heart.
Young Miss Han's body was light, soft, and warm. It was very comfortable to hold her in his arms. The love suppressed the desire in his heart, and a wave of sleepiness surged up. Yang Ling yawned and fell into a deep sleep.
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