Li Qing is a doctor of literature, undergraduate history, interdisciplinary postgraduate examination to ancient literature, specializing in the study of literature from the pre-Qin to the Tang and Song dynasties, a doctorate in classical Chinese philology, and finally at the age of 27 stayed in the doctoral school to teach, learning the first half of his life.

I opened a course in ancient literature at school, and just took over a national research project, I didn't know how to panic for a while, and finally the hospital found out that the cancer was terminal, and then my boyfriend who had been dating for four years ran away.

Her beautiful life had just started up, and the power ran out.

After a period of frustration, she picked herself up and threw herself into her research. She fought all this alone, and God knows how painful it was. Everything has been arranged for the inheritance, and some of the papers involved in the research have been written and handed over to their supervisors. My parents have a younger brother to pick up, and there is nothing to regret.

In fact, it is not considered that she died of cancer, she died suddenly. Working at high intensity, locking myself in the house every day, going out to class when I have classes, working without classes, and dealing with meals, I died before the cancer launched a general attack.

People are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than Hongmao, and her death is neither light nor heavy.

Those who study literature will more or less believe that there is a soul after death, not to mention that she has also done a few years of research on Buddhism and Taoism ethics, just when she can't wait to experience the world of souls, who would have thought that after the darkness, she would come here to inherit the original owner's lifelong ant Huabei.

Li Qing confessed.

Her boyfriend abandoned her when she needed him the most. made her distrust men, so she promised Jiang not to marry for life.

Now this healthy body is only twenty-one years old, and he is in the prime of life.

In this life, I lived the life I longed for in my previous life.

Mountains and rivers are pastoral, planting flowers and weaving cloth, and raising buns.

Li Qing roughly brushed off her goal, even if she was lucky enough to live for another fifty years, these fifty years must be comfortable.

Thinking of this, Li Qing hugged the cloud and gradually entered the dream with a smile.

Ten pieces of Tiancun, Li Jiatang House, a station oil lamp flickering is blooming its beauty, three black shadows are shining in the house, and the owner of the shadow is the Li family of three.

Li Youliang's wife, Liang, has already coaxed the child to sleep.

The three of them sat at the table.

"Get light, what can I do now, the county is going to be offended." Zhou was miserable. (Deguang, Dawn Banquet)

"Dad, I'm ......" Li Youliang knew that he was wrong, and his little Taoism couldn't play any treasure in front of this father who liked to say nothing and make amazing shots.

"There is a young woman in your second uncle's family who has never been married." Li Yanming picked up the bamboo skewer and fiddled with the wick, but his face did not fluctuate.

"But...... Can the second uncle agree? Li Youliang is not sure, if he succeeds in getting Li Qing back today, he will not be so frightened.

Li Yan saw that Li Youliang was still not giving up, and said: "In the future, don't get involved in your sister's affairs, and don't think about getting anything, you and your mother's little twists and turns are okay to deal with the previous Qing'er, and now it's a blessing not to be bitten by her." ”

"But ......" Li Youliang still wanted to refute two sentences.

"Enough, go to your second uncle's house tomorrow to sit down, and the village school will start the day after tomorrow, so don't expect me to go out again." Li Yanming put down the bamboo stick, turned around and entered the house, Zhou smeared ointment on his body, afraid that Li Yanming would dislike it, so he laid the floor himself. When they applied the medicine, they remembered that they didn't ask Jiang for medical fees, and their lungs were about to explode.

"Ah Liang, listen to your father's Ang, my mother should have never given birth to that disobedient and unfilial thing, and you are also relaxed, just say that the unfilial person is sick and can't get married, and tomorrow your father convinces your second uncle, and then go to discuss with the county lord."

Zhou was afraid that Li Youliang would do something incredible, so he put on eye drops in advance.

"Yes, my mother can save me." A dark light flashed in his eyes, and he didn't care whether Zhou could sleep well tonight, so he turned around and entered the wing.

The next day, the dim clouds obscured the playful and lovely sunshine, the wind couldn't stop blowing, Li Qing stretched her waist, her consciousness was still a little hazy, and the fresh air penetrated her nose, making her instantly sober.

A new life is about to begin, planting flowers, raising cats, picking mulberries, weaving cloth...... What a beautiful day.

Li Qing lifted the quilt, put on his clothes, and walked out the door, only to find that Jiang was already cooking, and smoke curled from the roof.

She really looked at her home, this house was made of wooden beams, and supported by wooden pillars, there were four bamboo houses, two were made of stones, the bamboo side was a straw roof, and the stone house was tiled. It is folded 90 degrees, and it looks like half of a courtyard house as a whole.

I remember that Jiang Tangchen admired the ancient talents, and begged Jiang to build the two decayed wooden houses next to the stone house into four bamboo houses, one for new rooms, one for the study to meet guests, and the rest was the room of Yunji, and the house where the loom was located, and Jiang lived in the stone house, and several rooms had their own doors and were unobstructed.

The kitchen is not in the main house, and there is a small cubicle that is used as a kitchen.

But Li Qing always felt that something was missing.

What about the pigsty? From beginning to end, she didn't seem to see the pigsty, let alone the pigsty, she didn't even see a chicken.

It doesn't seem to be raised.

But isn't this rural? Could it be that this is a fake countryside? I remember living in the village with my grandparents when I was a child, and every family always raised some poultry...... So, it's really weird that there isn't one here.

Jiang Shi saw Li Qing standing in the courtyard in a daze, and shouted, "What are you doing with the pestle?" Go and clean your face, and I'll go and wake up the clouds. ”

There is a well in the house, go around to the back of the house, there is a stone slab, on which is placed a wooden basin, there is half a basin of water, Li Qing poured the water, took a small wooden bucket, threw it into the well, lifted up half a bucket of water, and poured it into the basin.

These are all antiques in her eyes, and they are very interesting.

She threw the bucket into the well again, lifted it up, poured the water, and threw it again...... I only felt that my hand was loose, and my heart was tight......

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The barrel slowly disappeared from her sight, merging with the dark water of the well, followed by the rope, and after a few moments, it was all submerged...... Oops 😰.

pills, pills, pills......

Li Qing hurriedly applied water from the basin to his face, broke willow branches, brushed his teeth, and ran to the front hall.

I was entangled in my heart, whether to talk to my mother-in-law.

What if the mother-in-law blames her and hits her (⊙ o⊙)! Or not to eat. But the barrel has to be explained.

After a few seconds, Li Qing decided not to tell her mother-in-law about Jiang's barrel for the time being. She turned and stepped into the kitchen, served the food, and set it on the table.

There were flour lumps in the rice porridge, and there were no sweet potatoes in sight, and the dishes were kimchi radishes in the jar and vegetables that were not finished last night.

Jiang Shi pulled Yun Ji and went to the back well.

Li Qing: pills, pills, pills...... Li Qing sat at the table like a good baby.

I only heard Jiang's voice: "Ah Qing, where did our bucket go?" ”

(⊙x⊙; )

"...... in the Well"

Li Qing said that she was trembling and hurried to the back of the house.