If you want to talk about the conversation of the women of Shangshui Village, in addition to the Zhou family, it is the Ding family.

Everyone in the village knew that after Ding Fengmao's death, Ding Ling did not live well under the harsh treatment of Jiang Chun's mother and daughter.

But every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and no one wants to cause trouble, so as not to be in trouble when they get it.

Ding Qiaoxiu already looked at Ding Ling's fox and charming face, if it weren't for the bottomless pit of the Zhou family, she would have wanted to marry Zhou Wenshan.

As a result, Ding Ling was not bought by the old widower in the countryside, but married Zhou Wenshan, and she didn't mention how awkward it was at the moment.

Then he said viciously: "Tsk, you are going to die in the future, and you have to die outside, don't go back to the Ding family, the Ding family doesn't recognize you as a dead star!" ”

Jiang Chun wrote a marriage letter to them in such a hurry, because he was afraid that Zhou Wenshan would die halfway through Ding Ling, and he would come back to trouble him.

Thinking that the marriage book had been drawn, the debt collector finally earned himself some silver taels, so he hurriedly covered Ding Qiaoxiu's mouth and said with a smile: "Ding Ling, why are you still stunned, hurry up and go home with Wenshan." ”

Hungry and dizzy, Ding Ling really didn't want to talk to Jiang Chun's mother and daughter anymore, she pursed her chapped and peeled lips, and whispered to Zhou Wenshan beside her, "Let's go." ”

I saw Zhou Wenshan confirm the marriage certificate, and handed it to He Shi to take a look before putting it in his arms, and then took off the cotton clothes on his body and wrapped Ding Ling.

When he held Ding Ling just now, he felt that she was thinly dressed and her body was cold, and now that her body temperature had warmed up, she finally didn't look like she would fall ill at any time.

With a large difference in body size, Zhou Wenshan's cotton clothes covered Ding Ling's neck directly from his knees, revealing only a plain white face that was reddish due to high fever.

The delicate person in front of him coincided with the figure who kept asking him for help in his dream.

Looking at such a thin body and immature face, Zhou Wenshan, who had been hunting all year round and was covered in blood, cold and hard, felt a soft heart.

It's too delicate, and I have to get fat when I take it back.

Wrapped in a cotton coat with a man's body temperature, Ding Ling felt that her body had warmed up a lot, and the warmth made her dizzy want to sleep even more.

The body suddenly flipped in the air, so frightened that Ding Ling subconsciously hugged the neck of the man in front of him.

Weighing the thin body in the crook of his arm, Zhou Wenshan frowned a little more, and then quickly said: "Mother, I'll take this girl home first, and I'll pick you up later." ”

He looked at Zhou Wenshan's behavior of already hurting his daughter-in-law, and he was very pleased.

The sickly face smiled, "The snow has stopped, my mother can walk back by herself, you are just making too much fuss, let's go together." ”

Ding Ling was carried to the door by Zhou Wenshan, just as a cold wind blew, she didn't feel very cold just now when she had a high fever in the house, but now that there was no cover, she shivered and nested in Zhou Wenshan's arms.

Feeling the man's footsteps, she remembered that the man took off his cotton clothes to herself, and he was only wearing a middle coat outside the cold house.

She timidly raised her little face, looked at him with innocent eyes and said, "That... Aren't you cold? I'll give you back my clothes. ”

The voice of the little woman in her arms was soft and glutinous like a little milk cat because of fever and nasal congestion, which tickled Zhou Wenshan's heart.

Seeing Ding Ling struggling to take off his cotton clothes and give him as he spoke, Zhou Wenshan hugged the person tighter again, and his steps did not stop.

"Don't move! Your man is not false, but you are a thin handful of bones, and you are panicked when you hold it, don't let a gust of wind blow you away at that time. ”

Kind-hearted care was disgusted by the man, and Ding Lington was speechless.

"Third brother, mother! You're back! ”

Listening to the immature and young male voice not far away, Ding Ling noticed that Zhou Wenshan had already carried her to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain in the east of the village.

There was a little boy of eight or nine years old standing at the gate of the small courtyard, and when he saw them coming back, he happily greeted them.

"Third brother, you really brought your sister-in-law back, you didn't lie to me!"

The little boy was thin and slender, just like her, only to Zhou Wenshan's shoulders, dressed in a washed gray cotton shirt and cotton pants full of patches, the cuffs and trouser legs were shortened, and the black cloth shoes were also patched with a few patches, and his face was red from the cold, obviously waiting for them at the door for a long time.

Seeing that Zhou Wenjing was happy, Zhou Wenshan's tone was also a little more relaxed, "When did the third brother lie to you?" Wenjing, help your mother go back to the house to rest, and then go and ask Xiaomei to boil the medicine for wind and cold, your sister-in-law is sick. ”

After that, Zhou Wenshan directly carried Ding Ling into the small courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, the first thing that catches my eye is a small independent adobe house, which seems to be relatively new, with a low shack next to it and a lot of firewood, and then three old adobe houses side by side.

Zhou Wenshan carried Ding Ling to the independent adobe house, opened the door curtain, and put her on the kang when he entered.

The kang was burning, and there were not many things in the room, except for a cotton mattress full of patches, a square wooden table, and a bench with missing legs.

"Third brother, just now the eldest brother and the second brother came to search for the family property again, Sister Xiaomei said that in addition to her mother's medicine, the other medicines were taken away by them, and the wind and cold medicine was only half a bowl of water that I cooked for my mother last night..."

The little boy followed, his head drooping, and he said that he was a little embarrassed to look at Ding Ling.

Zhou Wenshan's expression turned cold, "There are only a few broken quilts left at home, and they are still worried about what kind of family property they have?!" ”

Ding Ling was covered by Zhou Wenshan's mattress and only half of her face was exposed, listening to the conversation between the brothers, she couldn't help but feel sad in her heart after looking at the room.

The family is surrounded by walls, the old mother is seriously ill, the brother and sister-in-law are not good, the younger brother and sister are young, and now they have brought back their own sick number, and this family is afraid that it will be even worse.

"Brother Wenshan."

A girl's call interrupted Ding Ling's thoughts.

I saw a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old open the curtain and come in, she was dressed in a red cotton coat and black cloth cotton pants, her body was not patched and clean, and her appearance was flat and not good-looking.

At this time, he was holding a hot coarse porcelain medicine bowl in his hand, staring at Ding Ling with a displeased face.

Seeing Ding Ling's face, her brows furrowed a little, "Brother Wenshan, why don't you listen to your mother's nonsense, take this sick seedling home, look at it, it's almost dying, and it's a waste to drink medicine..."

Seeing that Zhou Wenshan's already cold face sank again, she explained: "I'm not wrong. Besides, it's almost the New Year, in case she dies of illness in our house, wouldn't it be very unlucky! ”

"Xiaomei, we have already drawn the marriage book, she is your sister-in-law, if you say such disrespectful words in the future, don't blame me for turning my face."

Zhou Wenshan's tone was cold, and there was an implicit warning.

Xiaomei didn't expect that Zhou Wenshan, who had always relied on herself, would actually say heavy things to herself for Ding Ling, who had just entered the door.

Suddenly, his eyes turned red, he glared at Ding Ling, and then put the medicine bowl on the square table with a "bang", and ran out without looking back.

Of course, Ding Ling could see the little girl's hostility towards him, and understood that friction with her in the future was indispensable.

Secretly sighed.

She is not happy to stay in this mountain nest as a sister-in-law, but now that her sick and weak body needs to be recuperated, she has to stand on her heels first, so that everything can be considered in the long run.

Seeing that Ding Ling lowered his head and didn't speak, the little boy thought she was sulking, and hurriedly explained: "Third sister-in-law, don't be angry, Sister Xiaomei is actually a very good person, she just thinks that it is not easy for the third brother to make money alone, so she spoke more heavily." ”

Thinking that she would have to get along with people in the future, Ding Ling decided to get close to the little guy in front of her first, she smiled, "I'm not angry, listen to your third brother, your name is Wenjing, right?" ”

"Yes, Zhou Wenjing." Zhou Wenjing's eyes lit up when he saw that Ding Ling actually remembered his name.

The third sister-in-law is good-looking, gentle and gentle, and she looks better when she smiles!

is not like the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law, who are not only fierce, but also always beat and scold him at every turn!