A wife is not as good as a concubine, that means in bed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A concubine is not as good as a wife, which refers to the status of the family.

Marrying someone else as a concubine is a dwarf from the first day.

The sedan chair can only go through the side door, do not wear a phoenix crown and xia veil, only wear a pink wedding dress, do not worship the parents of heaven and earth, and cannot hold a banquet.

In short, no matter what, it's a dwarf.

The daughter of an old vegetable seller can't stand these nests, she resents her parents, resents her husband, and resents fate.

The moment Miao Yin met her in front of the door, Miao Yin was stunned, and he recognized her as the female bodhisattva of that night.

The old man's daughter lost her temper: "It's really unlucky, I bumped into a monk when I went out!"

She walked away with her waist twisted.

Isn't it her?

Or did she not recognize herself?

The old man's wife chased him out, and when she saw Miaoyin at the door, she was full of apologies: "I'm sorry, little master, this wild girl has been spoiled by me since she was a child." ”

The mother went to chase her daughter, the old man packed the vegetables for Miaoyin, and today he was really not in the mood to talk to the little master about Buddhism, so he casually said a few polite words, and sent Miaoyin away.

As the saying goes, the flesh and blood that can't be broken up, let alone quarrels?

The mother chased back her daughter, and since then, she is the one who waits for Miaoyin to grab vegetables in the garden.

She has always been lukewarm to Miaoyin, as if she had never met him.

Both men rarely even spoke.

The old man sometimes complained to his daughter: "Why don't you say hello to the little master?"

"He buys vegetables, I sell vegetables, is there so much to talk about?"

She choked when she spoke, and she did not have the gentleness of the female bodhisattva that night.

Maybe it just looks like it, but it definitely doesn't have to be her.

When Miao Yin confirmed his thoughts, the woman's casual words sent him to hell again.

"I'm pregnant. ”

A word after that night, two months later.

Miao Yin didn't know what to say, his face was pale, his heart was beating like a rabbit, and he was trembling all over, which was worse than drinking.

"What do you say?"

The woman's question was very cold, and she sent Miao Yin into the middle of winter.

"When you were in love with me, you worked so hard, why don't you speak now?"

Every word she said was like a stick hitting Miaoyin's bald head.

"Monks can be vulgar, right?"

She asked again, but Miao Yin couldn't answer.

"You marry me, I want a phoenix crown, eight sedan chairs, and invite the whole village to eat suckling pig seats. ”

Can't answer, can't escape, Miao Yin folded her hands and lowered her eyebrows.

"Don't say you don't have any money, I've inquired, although you are young, you have a very high rank in the temple, your temple is so full of incense, and there are people giving alms every day, you also share a lot, right?"

She regarded the monks in the temple as bandits who shared the money, and talked endlessly.

"You're also responsible for the money in the flower temple to buy vegetables, you can always be greedy, right?"

She not only regarded the monk as a bandit, but also as a villain for personal gain.

"I've said so much, you have something to say!"

The woman was a little angry and twisted Miaoyin's ears.

If a woman twists a man's ear, most of the time, she is coquettish.

She wasn't, and seemed to want to smash Miaoyin's ears.

"I can't be vulgar. ”

These are the words that Miao Yin answered her.

"What do you mean? You want to eat white food? Do you still want to be embarrassed? Are you still qualified to be a monk? Are you still worthy of chanting?"

The woman's curse was like an arrow hitting a chain, forcing Miao Yin to dodge and flee like a lost dog.

"You thief monk who kills a thousand knives, you don't have a face, I don't have a face, I'll give birth to the child to show you!"

Six months later, the woman gave birth to a son.

It is said that the pregnancy in October, from the gentle night between Miaoyin and the female Bodhisattva to the woman's birth of a son, only eight months have passed.

It is possible that the child was born prematurely, or it could be her former husband, or, I don't know whose it was.

There were rumors in the village that the daughter of the old Wu family had slept with many men, and she and many men had said that the child was theirs, but no one admitted it, and naturally no one married her.

Everyone can think like this, but Miao Yin, who is proficient in medicine, can't think like this.

Because Miao Yinyin is not only a monk, but also a man.

If you are a man, you should have blood and responsibility.

Miao Yin was raised by Master since he was a child, and he couldn't turn his back on Master and Buddha, so he couldn't return to the world.

He can't watch the daughter of the Wu family live the life of an orphan and a widow.

Fortunately, Miaoyin has an ingenuity, and he doesn't need to be greedy for money in the temple to help the Wu family's mother and son.

He cut down trees and trees to do carpentry work, bookcases, tables and chairs, wardrobes, screens, as long as they are made by Miaoyin, they must be the best.

Although it sells the most expensive, it also sells the fastest.

Of course, the money earned was given to the mother and son of the Wu family.

The daughter of the old Wu family never married again, but lived a prosperous life, living like a young grandmother every day.

Sometimes there will be gossip in the village, saying that the daughters of the old Wu family are all mothers, and they will often hook up with this, hook up with that, in addition to being with the old friends, they have found many new friends.

Her son is growing up day by day, and of course he can't stand others talking about his mother like this.

He went to gossip to fight, but every time he couldn't win, every time he was beaten, he went home with a blue nose and swollen face, crying to find his mother.

My son is still young now, and of course others will shoot lightly, but once he grows up, he is afraid that he will not be beaten into a cripple.

The daughter of the old Wu family went to the temple again and had a private meeting with Miaoyin.

In no man's land, she opened her clothes, revealing her slightly bloated body, trying to seduce Miaoyin to sleep, but Miaoyin was of course unmoved, and only asked her if she was short of money again.

She scolded the monk Miaoyin for being a thief, and said that she wanted Miaoyin to kill all the people who bullied our son.

"Do it at night, one knife at a time, as long as we don't say it, no one can suspect the monk. ”

Miao Yin didn't allow it, so she cried: "Do you just watch your son being bullied to death by others? If you don't care, I will make trouble all over the city, and let everyone know what kind of monks you have raised in the temple!"

If the matter is just for Miaoyin, Miaoyin will naturally bear what he deserves, but the matter is related to the reputation of the temple, because Miaoyin is already the dean of the Dharma Academy in the temple at this time.

"I will go down the mountain every night and teach your son some kung fu, not so that he can fight fiercely, just so that he can protect himself. ”

The woman put away her tears, she also understood that Miaoyin could not kill for her son, and she could teach her son some kung fu, which was Miaoyin's bottom line.

"What, my son, it's our son. ”

The woman smiled charmingly, and said to Miaoyin delicately: "In the future, we can meet every day, don't patronize to teach your son boxing and foot kung fu, you can also teach me other kung fu in other places." ”

Miao Yin knew that she was talking Langyu, closed her eyes, and lowered her head to chant the Buddha's name.

"Thief monk, fake serious!"

The woman laughed and cursed, twisting her fat buttocks and going down the mountain.