Huang Tinghui carried Wu Feilian on his back and walked in the direction of the thatched house.

Approaching the thatched house, Huang Tinghui patted his head and secretly said badly.

I was in too much of a hurry to go out, and I forgot to put out the millet porridge.

Right now, this millet porridge is probably all in a pot.

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Tinghui?" The little girl asked a little strangely.

"Nothing!"

"I'm afraid we don't have millet porridge to drink, if we're lucky, we still have a pot to eat!"

"If we're unlucky, we're going to have to change to an iron pot!"

Huang Tinghui said with a bitter face.

"Huh?" The little girl opened her mouth slightly, and then thought of something.

"It's all Xiaolian's fault!" The little girl said softly.

"It's your own fault not to say anything in the future!"

"I don't like it!" After speaking, Huang Tinghui carried the little girl on his back and walked briskly to the thatched house.

When the wooden fence was opened and the door was opened, the firewood in the kitchen was already burned.

Fortunately, there was not much firewood on it.

Huang Tinghui lifted the lid of the pot and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's okay, there's still a pot to eat!" Huang Tinghui said softly.

Lifted a layer of pot from the iron pot and handed it to the little girl.

The two of them ate the pot made of millet porridge, but they had a different taste.

After eating the pot, the two wiped their bodies clean again and changed into dry clothes.

At this time, Huang Tinghui looked at the little girl and said seriously: "Xiaolian, I have almost lost the family property left by my parents in the past. ”

"There are only four walls in the house, and there is only such a thatched house left, which was built with the help of my Uncle Erzhu."

"If you stay, you'll have to suffer with me."

"Would you like to stay?" Huang Tinghui probably knew the answer in his heart, but he couldn't help but ask.

Hearing Huang Tinghui say this, the little girl hurriedly said: "I'm not afraid of hardship!" ”

"At home, I work by myself, and I can eat as much as I want."

"I can do laundry, cook, raise chickens and ducks."

"I also raise a few pigs at home."

"Also, the crops in our fields are waiting."

"I also often go up to the mountains to pick wild vegetables and chop firewood."

"Xiaolian can do anything!"

"As long as Xiaolian stays, she won't cause trouble to Brother Tinghui!"

"Brother Tinghui, I can work harder, open up the wasteland near the small thatched house, and then we will have land and land!"

"In this way, Xiaolian and Brother Tinghui won't be hungry!"

Listening to the little girl's chatter, Huang Tinghui couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Sure enough, what a cute, innocent little girl.

But when I think of the little girl's stay, she will inevitably become her wife.

Do you want to play with the cultivation system?

The evil Huang Tinghui felt a little guilty.

"Brother Tinghui, Xiaolian is full and can work!"

"Brother Tinghui sits and rests, and Xiaolian cleans up the house."

Just do it, the little girl didn't say a word, just rolled up her sleeves and started drying.

However, Huang Tinghui obviously saw that the little girl's exposed wrist had a lot of scars.

Whipped!

Thorny!

……

I don't know what a miserable life the little girl lived in the original home.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

"Housework should be shared together, and you can't do it alone."

Huang Tinghui rolled up his sleeves and snatched the broom from the little girl's hand.

"You go and tidy up the quilt and clothes, and then dry them, don't get moldy!"

Knowing that the little girl can't be idle, Huang Tinghui is not happy to sort out the quilts and clothes.

It's just right to hand it over to the little girl.

"Hmm!" Hearing Huang Tinghui say this, the little girl's eyes were shining.

She walked very obediently in the direction of the bedding and clothes.

Huang Tinghui also picked up a broom to clean the small thatched house.

Looking at the energetic little girl, Huang Tinghui suddenly thought of such a day.

It seems to be good too.

The thatched hut was mostly cleaned up, and a voice came from outside.

"Brother Hui, Brother Hui!"

Huang Tinghui heard the voice, and he opened the door.

Uncle Jianmin, Uncle Rongcheng, and Uncle Daring stood outside the thatched house.

"Uncle Jianmin, Uncle Rongcheng, Uncle Daring, why are you here?"

Huang Tinghui asked a little strangely.

"We heard from Sister-in-law Liu, you have a girl at home?"

Huang Jianmin stood on tiptoe and glanced inside the thatched house.

When the words fell, Huang Tinghui's face changed a little.

This era is very different from later generations, blood, clan, these ties are a lot weaker in later generations.

It is highly valued in this day and age.

Not to mention small villages, even in officialdom.

After all, in ancient times, when productivity was low, if you wanted to live well, you had to stick together.

And the surname and blood relationship are the basis for maintaining all this.

The concept of clan is extremely important in this era.

Now I have a girl in my house who may bring "unknown".

It is impossible for the clan to sit idly by.

No, people are coming!

"Uncle Jianmin, Uncle Rongcheng, Uncle Daring, the patriarch asked you to come?"

"Where's my Uncle Erzhu?" Huang Tinghui asked.

"Erzhu and the old patriarch came later, we heard Aunt Liu say that this girl doesn't seem to be a good match for you."

"It's not a busy time to farm right now, the little girl should be from a neighboring county, let's ask Uncle Erzhu to send her back!"

"What do you think?" Uncle Jianmin is an old and serious character, and he proposed this method.

Send the little girl who brought bad luck back, and you don't have to run errands by yourself.

Although they are all mud legs, the calculation is still clear.

"Uncle Jianmin, it's not that the little nephew doesn't listen to you, it's really a boat, and the raw rice has been cooked into cooked rice!"

"It's not up to you to decide!" Huang Tinghui gritted his teeth and made a ruthless move directly.

When everyone heard this, they were dumbfounded.

This kid!

That's too fast, isn't it?

I just picked up someone before, and now I've ruined someone's house?

I'm too thirsty!

But when I think about it, isn't it full of fire when I am young and strong?

There's a girl right now, can you just do it?

Sure enough, it's a proper bastard!

"Jianmin, what are you doing with this bastard?"

"Send the girl back directly, will he dare to resist?"

Rong Cheng rolled up his sleeves and walked in the direction of Huang Tinghui.

Huang Rongcheng has a strong physique, let alone a Huang Tinghui, even if there are a few more, he is not his opponent.

He was confident that Huang Tinghui would not dare to fight against him.

"Get out of the way, Brother Hui!"

"For your father's sake, I don't want to hurt you!" Huang Rongcheng threatened.

"Uncle Rong Cheng, do you think you have the qualifications and guts to hurt me?" Huang Tinghui's eyes changed, and Huang Rongcheng, who was shocked, was stunned.

Although Huang Tinghui is a bastard in Huang Rongcheng's eyes, in Huang Rongcheng's eyes, a bastard will not have such eyes.

Aggressive!

Tough!!

Huang Rongcheng only felt that the young man in front of him was not the nephew in his impression at all.

"What am I afraid of?" Huang Rongcheng said with some lack of confidence.

"Uncle Rong Cheng should know that although Tinghui is a bastard, he is a scholar anyway!"

"My Dasheng Dynasty respects literature, literature is prosperous, and Confucianism is born!"

"There is a saying: everything is inferior, but only reading is high!"

"To put it mildly, Uncle Rong Cheng is a common man who does farm work, you dare to do it to a scholar?"

"Uncle Rong Cheng is afraid that he doesn't want to enter the yamen and sit down!"

"I heard that the board inside the yamen is not something that ordinary people can bear?"

Hearing Huang Tinghui's words, Huang Rong was touched by electricity and immediately bounced away.

For the first time, he felt that his "bastard" nephew was really a little scary.

The board of the yamen?

I heard that many ordinary people who couldn't afford to pay were beaten to death by the officials.

Even if you don't die, you won't be able to get out of bed for months.

He is the pillar of the family, and Huang Rongcheng does not have the courage to try the board of the yamen.

Huang Rongcheng looked at Huang Tinghui with complicated eyes, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing that there were several uncles in town, Huang Tinghui continued: "Tinghui is a bastard, but he also knows that one person does things and one person does things!" ”

"I also know that since I have done something, I have to take responsibility!"

"At the moment, the life and death of Xiaolian's family is uncertain, and I don't know if I have a home, since she is with me Tinghui, she is Tinghui's person!"

Speaking of this, Huang Tinghui paused, and he continued: "In the girl's family, the name is the most important. ”

"I don't care what monsters and rumors of doom you've heard."

"Today, Tinghui will tell your uncles clearly!"

"If any of you dare to take Xiaolian away, you will risk killing the scholar!"

"Tinghui is dead, but my uncle's family is all dragging the family."

"I don't want to come and your uncles don't want to step on Ting Hui's corpse for this!"

Huang Tinghui said in an extremely tough tone.

"Uncles, Tinghui picked up his daughter-in-law and hurt himself, and he spoiled himself!"

"Others say that she brings bad luck, but Tinghui thinks she is a koi wife who brings good luck!"

"If your uncles are good for Tinghui and Huangjia Village, don't let everyone have a gap because of this matter!"

Huang Tinghui's tone was cold, and the three croppers standing outside the door were out of place for a while.

was stunned by Huang Tinghui's words.

This guy!

Is it really that bastard nephew of your own?

How can it be!

The three of them thought in unison.

This thing is done, and no one can mess with scholars!

……