Dressed in a rough white linen filial piety robe, with a white silk tied on her head, her goose egg face was very delicate, her eyes were red, her eyelashes were still wet, and her little nose was red from the cold, and she was looking at him timidly.

Zheng Shaopeng looked at her in a daze, Yang Han? It's too small, right? Should I go to the first or second year of junior high school? Although he has a lot of experience in resurrecting from the dead and quickly integrating into a new life, it is still very strange to see how 'young' his wife is so new at first glance.

The extremely weak body supported himself and knelt for a while and he began to stagger again, and before he fainted again, he smiled reluctantly and said to her, "Don't be afraid, I'm not dead yet."

Han Youniang's eyes widened, staring at him tightly for a moment, tears gradually blurred her eyes, and for a long time, she suddenly cried out.

This cry made Zheng Shaopeng cry a cold chill from the tail vertebrae to the back of his head, how sad and aggrieved it takes to cry so heartbreakingly.

Han Youniang cried mournfully, clutching the coffin tightly with both hands, for fear that she would wilt to the ground as soon as she let go. Usually just take care of him without regrets, in order to do the way of husband and wife, just married, the two of them haven't even said a few words, in fact, the two can't talk about deep feelings.

But now she knew what he meant to her, and how important it was. Even if he only has one breath, he is his own man, and with him, this family is not finished, and there is a pillar.

Zheng Shaopeng was so sad that she cried for a while, and just wanted to comfort and comfort her, and said a few words such as 'first meeting, please take care of me', but unfortunately his body was not angry, and his mouth opened like a sticky fish, but he couldn't say anything, but rolled his eyes and fainted again.

There was another big chaos in the mourning hall, and Han Youniang, who had woken up, dragged him out of the coffin crying and screaming. Old lady Yang had heard about some people faking their deaths and coming back to life, but she didn't make too much of a fuss. Seeing Yang Ling's resurrection, although he was a little embarrassed in his heart, he was more happy in the end.

After all, Yang Ling is the only person with merit and fame in this Jiming Post Castle, and it is also a glorious thing to have such a person in the clan, how to say that it is also the bloodline of his own Yang family.

was moved by his son before, and came to rob the property, of course, it was for his son's plan, but in his private heart, half of it was worried that this little widow would not be able to keep it, and after a few years, he brought the Yang family's land property to remarry, and now that his cousin has come to life, he went to this door to worry, so he took that thought.

He was very embarrassed to ask someone to help carry his nephew to bed, and then he went to the doctor, and he was busy for most of the day, and then he left with the help of his children and grandchildren.

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Two bowls of corn porridge and a plate of radish pickles are the first meals that Zheng Shaode, a great benevolent man of the ninth generation, ate with his wife after being reincarnated as Yang Ling. An oil lamp flickered on the stove, and the smell of fireworks filled the room.

The first eight times he was reincarnated, he was either a rich family or a powerful person, and when he ate such a meal at first glance, although he was hungry, Zheng Shaopeng, who is now the Xuanfu Xiucai Yang Ling, who is now the 17th year of the Ming Hongzhi, was also barely able to eat seventy percent full, and it was difficult to swallow it anymore.

Han Youniang ate very sweetly, although the coarse tea and light rice were too hard, but seeing that her husband was not only alive again, but also able to eat on his own, she only had joy and satisfaction in her little heart.

Looking at the house with four walls, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly, looking at this Han Youniang, who was a little girl at all, drank a bowl of corn porridge very sweetly, and licked the edge of the bowl with her little tongue, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel sour in his heart: "The damn ghost sentence seems to have played himself, I knew it was so, it was better to enjoy being a billionaire at the beginning, although I am a ......little older, what should I do now?" Really do 10,000 years old and subtract a thousand years old? It might as well be mixed up like this for two years, at least...... Although this daughter-in-law is a little younger, she is really attractive. ”

He thought in his heart, and when he saw Han Youniang stacking the bowl, he pushed the remaining half bowl of corn porridge he had drunk, and said softly, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Come, drink these too."

Han Youniang only boldly glanced at her man at this time, his appearance was still very haggard, but his spirit had improved a lot, and a pair of eyes also had a glow, seeing his good-looking eyes staring at herself gently, Han Youniang couldn't help but be a little ashamed, she lowered her eyes, and said softly: "Xianggong, you are just recovering from your illness, you should eat more."

Yang Ling thought about it, and then searched in his mind that she should be called a lady, but this kind of ancient name he called is really awkward, fortunately, the original Yang Ling has been groggy since he fell ill, and he didn't even bother to open his eyes, and he never opened his mouth to call her mother, so he called her milk name and said: "Young lady, I am just in good health, so I can't eat too much, if you don't eat, it will be wasted."

Han Youniang thought about it, smiled shyly at him, took the bowl and whispered, "Thank you."

Yang Ling looked at her carefully, this girl had already taken off her filial piety clothes and changed into a green cloth shirt, her face still looked immature, it may be the reason for her perennial martial arts, her figure has developed a little like a big girl, her appearance is handsome, her skin is slightly dark, but her thick eyebrows, pretty nose, plump lips, and big black eyes look very cute.

Finding that her husband was looking at her, Han Youniang thought that there was something inelegant about her eating appearance, and she couldn't help but lean away a little shyly. Since getting married, this is the first time she and her husband have sat together to eat, although they have been husband and wife for more than half a year, in her impression, her husband's impression in her heart is still blank, except for knowing his name, knowing that he is the youngest talent in Xuanfu, and the only man with a reputation in Jiming Yibao, she doesn't know anything.

In the middle of this house is the dining hall, as soon as you enter the door is the stove, and on the right is the bedroom, and there is a faint smell of medicine in it. The left side was originally the residence of Yang Ling's parents, and after the old man died, it was idle and used to pile up some sundries.

The dining hall is also a living room, and it is also Yang Ling's mourning hall, Han Youniang was afraid that he would be too weak, so she insisted on refusing to let him do it, and helped him to sit on the kang head, so she went to pile up the couplets, burning paper, gold and silver baskets, etc. sent by others behind the door, and demolished the mourning hall, but she was also busy sweating.

Watching Han Youniang tidy up the house quickly, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly, saying that modern girls have a lot of contact with things and eat good things, so what is precocious, precocious? What is precocious is just their body and their hopes, look at Han Youniang, this is mental maturity.

A fifteen-year-old girl, who has just passed the door, has to serve a bedridden patient, and she is so destitute in her home, but it is really difficult for her, and I don't know how to survive for most of the year. Looking at her beauty and well-behaved, Yang Ling felt a little moved, this girl's simple and innocent appearance made him feel a feeling of pity and love in his heart, thinking that he would live for two more years at most, he was really reluctant to spoil others.

Han Youniang cleaned up and turned her head, seeing him sitting on the kang and looking at herself, she couldn't help but feel hot on her face, for more than half a year, she said that she was only looking forward to her own man waking up, and now he really woke up, she felt uncomfortable when he looked at her like this.

She was a little embarrassed, and walked into the house shyly to turn on the oil lamp, seeing that his eyes were still chasing and looking at herself, her face couldn't help but get hotter and hotter, but she didn't know how to talk to him, she was in the room for a while, blushing and leaning over to pull the thin quilt across his lap, and stammered: "Xianggong, you have just recovered, rest for a while, I will go to Aunt Li's house next door, and I will come back in a while", after saying that, she fled out of the house.

Yang Ling smiled slightly, and a burst of warmth swelled in his heart. He didn't know what kind of illness he was suffering from, but since he was possessed, there was nothing serious except that he had become weak in his limbs and short of breath due to long-term bed rest and malnutrition.

Seeing Han Youniang running out, he lifted the quilt and walked down the ground, just in time to get up and get familiar with it. At this glance, his heart couldn't help but be half cold, everywhere was empty, and he was really a family with four walls, which was really pitiful.

Walking to the opposite room, from Han Youniang's mouth, he already knew that this was the original residence of Yang Ling's parents, and now it was empty, and some sundries were placed, he walked to the door and carried the grain pocket, there was only less than a bowl of broken corn left, no wonder she only boiled two bowls of porridge at night, and drank her own half bowl of leftover porridge and drank so fragrantly, and I don't know how many days I haven't eaten a full meal, Yang Ling's nose is a little sour.

I'm afraid that this kind of life will be a problem, how can I spend this winter? I said that I would eat and wait to die, but I didn't say that I would starve to death. He cursed the judge imps one by one in his heart.

The room is not big, there is nothing in the house, he walked around in a few clicks, he pushed open the door and walked out, the night in the mountain village was dark and hazy, and the small oil lamp lit by each house was not far away, not at all like the current countryside, everywhere was bright. Looking at the first quarter moon in the sky that was covered by dark clouds, he only felt that the cold air was clear to the bone, the four fields were silent, and he didn't know where Han Youniang went, he was about to return to the room, when he suddenly heard a squeak not far away, and then a dog barked.

When I listened to it, I only heard the voice of an elderly woman not far away: "Young lady, the night is dark, walk and look a little."

Then the young lady's crisp voice said: "Hey, thank you Aunt Li, this grain will be returned to you when there is a harvest in my field next year."

Yang Ling quietly walked to the side of the low wall, under the wall there was a pile of snow swept over, he leaned on the low wall to look over there, only to see a white-haired old woman holding an oil lamp in one hand, and pushing the door with the other, the young lady must have been out of the courtyard gate.

I saw the old woman shake her head and sigh, and when she closed the door, she heard the voice of an old man in the house: "Wife, the Tartars have been here in autumn, and our family has not much leftover."

The old woman muttered while closing the door: "Alas, I know, but the young lady is a poor child, I can help if I can." Besides, Ling'er's child is famous, and if he doesn't die in a catastrophe, he will have a blessing in the future."

As the door closed, the words below could not be heard clearly. Yang Ling heard a knock on the door of his courtyard, and a petite figure walked in, and couldn't help but take two steps forward.

Han Youniang couldn't help but be taken aback when she saw a figure walking in the courtyard, and said that it was Yang Quan's scoundrel who came to tease her, she held a small half bag of grain in one hand, and took out a stick from behind the courtyard gate with the other, and whispered: "Get out of here, otherwise I will call me a man."

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