Ning Xiangzhen was so strong that he only wrung his hands and hummed at his sister-in-law's mosquito; "Remembered."

Tian smiled again, no longer paid attention to Ning Xiang, took a piece of dim sum by himself, and teased the official brother to eat.

After the men finished drinking, the women and children could be served, this meal was meat and vegetarian, and it was sumptuous in the countryside.

After eating, Dong's mother went to the cellar again and brought her daughter a bag full of pickled vegetables, which every winter every household in the village must prepare, so that they can be kept for dinner in the morning and evening. Ning Xiang has just gotten married, and naturally there are no these small dishes at home, Dong's mother feels sorry for her daughter, and she can't wait to bring her some back with what she has at home.

When sending her daughter and son-in-law out, Dong's mother grabbed Ning Xiang's sleeve again and whispered; "Go back, Ke Sensei and my uncle have a bad time, have a good time with him, people's hearts are flesh and blood, if you are good to him, can he still hurt you?"

After speaking, Dong's mother looked at her daughter's delicate and beautiful face, and persuaded again; "Besides, my uncle has a good heart, and people can endure hardships, listen to my mother's words, your good days are all ahead."

Ning Xiang saw that her mother's eyes were full of eagerness, and she couldn't help but feel sad, remembering the wrong things she had done in her previous life, which not only hurt Liang Bozhao's heart, but also burdened her parents to worry about herself, which was really unfaithful and unfilial.

"Mother, don't worry, I will treat him well and live with him wholeheartedly." Ning Xiang whispered, her eyes quietly looked at her husband, looking at his tall and straight back, but her heart was slightly soft. Mother is right, people's hearts are flesh and blood, she must live a good life with him in this life, never let her parents worry about herself, and pay back all the things she owed him in her previous life.

It gets dark early in winter, and when the couple returns home, the sky is already slightly dark.

Liang Bozhao piled up the firewood that had been chopped in the morning in the yard, left a small half at home, and tied the rest with ropes, and kept Ming'er to carry it to the city early in the morning to sell it, so that he could come back in exchange for some silver.

Ning Xiang knew that he made a living by chopping wood on weekdays, and when he was lucky, he would hunt some game, and occasionally someone in the village would do some rough work and not enough manpower, and he would also ask him to help for a few days and do some short-term work, although he would not lack food and clothing, but it was really not rich.

In the last life, not long after Ning Xiang entered the door, Liang Bozhao was no longer chopping wood, but often went in and out of the depths of the mountains and forests, those places did not even dare to enter, but he left for a few days, and when he came back, there were occasional scars on his body, Ning Xiang also asked, but he didn't say anything, only threw the silver to himself.

After a long time, Ning Xiang didn't ask anymore, and she didn't even clean and bandage his wounds, but she spent the silver, and often went to the surrounding markets with a group of little sisters, making fabric silk flowers snacks, buying what she saw, which made a group of sisters envious, maybe only then did Ning Xiang have a little comfort in her heart, and felt that she was no worse than others.

Recalling the past, Ning Xiang's face was hot, full of shame, looking at Liang Bozhao's eyes, there was both distress and apology, she didn't say anything, only lowered her eyes and returned to the stove room, served a bowl of hot tea for Liang Bozhao, and carefully took it out.

"Drink some water." Her voice is sweet, soft and soft, watery and moisturizing.

Liang Bozhao looked at her pair of white and delicate little hands, because of the cold, her fingertips were red from the cold, and she was still trembling slightly, and her pupils were watery, like the autumn water of Xiaoxiang, and when she looked at herself with her little head high, it really made people feel pity.