Shen Jiaojiao lived for fifty-five years in her previous life, she was spoiled by her parents when she was in the boudoir, she was regarded as a treasure by her husband when she got married, her son was tall, handsome and filial, and her fingers did not touch the spring water all her life.

It's just that God is not beautiful, and she was reborn as a peasant girl after death, Shen Jiaojiao gasped and kept comforting herself: Fortunately, this family is not patriarchal, and she lives happily.

After more than half a month in ancient times, she finally got used to it. On this day, she boiled some mung bean syrup and prepared to send it to her father and brother who were working in the farmland.

She was stunned at first, but after reacting, she immediately ran up with small steps, staring at the other party.

The other party was a man in his twenties, wearing a gray cloth coat, his hair was draped over his shoulders, listless, and he looked down. However, under the downfall, his facial contours are clean and neat, the bridge of his nose is high, his eyebrows and eyes are deep, and his body is about 1.87 meters and nearly 1.9 meters, which makes Shen Jiaojiao, who is 1.66 meters taller, more and more petite.

Shen Jiaojiao's brain was blank, she opened her mouth, her throat was so tight that she couldn't say anything: "You ......"

Sky! Why does this person look exactly like her husband?

The dark eyes rolled, Shen Jiaojiao didn't know what to think, she was overjoyed, she took care of the people around her, she could only bite her fingers lightly, suppressed her voice, and said excitedly: "Husband, have you crossed over too?"

The man frowned, his face was displeased, he took a step back slightly, and distanced himself from the woman in front of him: "Girl, I don't know you."

Shen Jiaojiao's eyes widened slightly, and she looked at him sneeringly, as if she had been hit by a great blow, her ruddy little face that was originally fleshy turned white, and she bit her lip lightly.

She stared at the young man for a long time, the other party's eyes were indifferent and cold, she was completely looking at a stranger, Shen Jiaojiao was like a fish in her throat, and the tip of her nose was sour.

This person is not her husband, and her husband is reluctant to do this to her.

Shen Jiaojiao finally rose up a glimmer of hope, and now she has completely fallen from the clouds to the bottom, and she is really the only one in this small broken place.

"I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." Forcibly enduring the astringency in her heart, Shen Jiaojiao turned around with mung bean soup and walked towards her own field, her steps hurried and flustered.

She looked at the young man's gaze too straightforward and incandescent heat, and many people around looked at it, and Shen Jiaojiao received many ambiguous laughing eyes along the way.

She bowed her head silently, as if she hadn't seen it.

"Dad, mother, brother, I'll bring you sugar water."

"Hey!" Shen Jiaojiao's mother Luo Fang responded from afar, with a smile on her face: "Jiao's father and brother, I'll go drink sugar water first, and you guys will do it first."

The two men worked with their heads bored, and they didn't lift their heads.

Luo Fang came panting, took off her hat, and her face was flushed in the sun due to long-term exposure, which was in stark contrast to the white and tender Shen Jiaojiao.

She picked up the sugar water and poured more than half of it into her stomach, Shen Jiaojiao specially put the sugar water in the well water to cool it and then sent it, the slightest cool air went down to her stomach, and most of the heat was relieved, Luo Fang's face was wrinkled with a smile: "My Jiaojiao is really filial!"

The corners of Shen Jiaojiao's mouth pulled out a smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes, her eyes wandered, and she was absent-minded.

Luo Fang is a rough person, but the girl was born by herself, and she could see that something was wrong at a glance, she frowned, approached the girl, and asked in a low voice, "Have you taken a fancy to that young man?"

Shen Jiaojiao looked up blankly, and before she could speak, Luo Fang rushed ahead and said, "Jiaojiao, mother doesn't care who you fancie, but Qi Yan can't."

Qi Ember ...... It turned out that the person's name was Qi Yan.

Shen Jiaojiao felt uncomfortable, but her face was not obvious, she leaned on Luo Fang's shoulder with a smile, and asked softly, "Why?"

Luo Fang pinched her little nose, and her face was full of doting: "This is not the place to talk, your father and your brother will eat later, and my mother will talk to you when she goes back."

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"Qi Yan, he was taken to the battlefield by the recruits at the age of twelve, he is twenty-three years old this year, and he doesn't know how much blood he has on his hands, this kind of person is angry!"

"He has been in the barracks for eleven years, and he is still a small soldier, and he has no future at all!"

"I heard that he has a little problem with his ears, he is in pain, he can't carry his shoulders and can't lift his hands, how can he support his family?"

"The most important thing is that his mother is a widow, and there is a younger brother and a younger sister below, and whoever marries him is unlucky."

At the dinner table, Luo Fang was eating with broken thoughts, and the spit stars spewed out from time to time, which was so exciting.

Shen Jiaojiao ate silently, didn't dare to speak, and felt very sad.

This person looks exactly like her husband, how can he be so useless?