Becoming a big boss in the courtyard starts with pork

"sister?"

Zhang Xing originally listened to Mrs. Lou talking about her past experiences, but then he realized that she actually had so many sad past events in her heart.

At an ignorant age, she was sent into a strange yard by her family, and became the concubine of an old man she didn't know at all, let alone talking about whether she loved her or not.

At an age when he should have been enjoying a happy and happy youth, he became a fertility tool for the family to continue the family business.

Just because she was born a daughter, she would be despised, bullied, and treated like a servant.

At this time, when Zhang Xing looked at Mrs. Lou again, his eyes were different from before.

Zhang Xing looked at Mrs. Lou who was leaning on the dining table in front of him, as if looking at a little girl who missed her lost youth.

"sister?"

At Zhang Xing's call, Mrs. Lou seemed to recover from her confusion.

"Ah Xing, let you see my joke."

Mrs. Lou covered her face with her hands, as if she was a little embarrassed to let him see her appearance at this time.

"No, don't think about it, sister."

Unconsciously, Zhang Xing and Mrs. Lou's names for each other quietly changed.

"I have never said these things to others. Ever since I had Xiao'e, it seems that I have become an adult for granted, and I have become an adult who cannot have my own dreams."

Mrs. Lou calmed down a little and continued to tell Zhang Xing about her past.

Zhang Xing had already sat on the chair next to Mrs. Lou. After all, seeing Mrs. Lou swaying, he might fall directly from the chair to the ground in the next second.

"It's okay, everyone has unhappy things, just tell them."

Zhang Xing filled the cup in Mrs. Lou's hand with water and comforted her softly.

"Besides, who says that parents can't have their own ideals?"

"You are only in your early thirties now, so you can still pursue your ideals."

After hearing what Zhang Xing said, Mrs. Lou looked at Zhang Xing in disbelief.

This was the first time she heard such a statement, and she couldn't help but ask.

"really?"

"Of course!"

Zhang Xing saw that he had attracted Mrs. Lou's attention and immediately told her.

"It's never too late to start doing it if you want to."

"If a person lives in this world without his own ideals, what is the difference between him and a salted fish!"

Mrs. Lou, who was a little sad at first, was very curious and interesting after hearing Zhang Xing's statement comparing people to salted fish.

"Ah Xing, what you said is so interesting and makes sense."

Seeing Mrs. Lou's admiration for what she said, Zhang Xing apologized to the other Ah Xing in his heart.

Borrow it, don’t be surprised.

After her emotions calmed down, Mrs. Lou talked a lot with Zhang Xing, including her memories of her childhood hometown and various things she had learned and understood in the new society.

The two chatted while eating. Zhang Xing told Mrs. Lou many interesting things in order to stop drinking.

Of course, many of them are very common things in later generations of film and television books, but in this era when information circulation is still relatively scarce, they appear to be particularly strange and interesting.

With the passage of time and the catalysis of the previous few glasses of red wine.

Even though Mrs. Lou was still very interested in Zhang Xing's story, she still felt tired.

"Sister, it's getting late, it's time to rest."

Zhang Xing, who was on the side, saw Mrs. Lou's tiredness and spoke out.

Although Mrs. Lou also knew that her situation meant that she should rest, she still said to Zhang Xing.

"You support me before I go to sleep."

Zhang Xing had no choice but to reason with a woman, especially a drunk woman.

With Zhang Xing's support, Mrs. Lou slowly stood up from the chair and walked toward the stairs with little steps.

Mrs. Lou, who was already drunk, became a little confused after taking a few steps.

Her head couldn't hold it up at first, so she tilted it to the side, leaned on Zhang Xing's shoulder, and then slid onto Zhang Xing's chest.

Zhang Xing, who was originally just supporting Mrs. Lou from one side, saw this and had no choice but to reach out and hug her from behind to prevent her from falling.

After finally reaching the stairs, Mrs. Lou seemed to have fallen asleep. No matter how Zhang Xing called her, she just couldn't lift her feet.

Seeing that there was really no other way, Zhang Xing had no choice but to hold Mrs. Lou up.

Although the stairs are not narrow, it is still a little inconvenient for Zhang Xing to carry Mrs. Lou upstairs like this.

In order to prevent Mrs. Lou's head or feet from touching the wall and railing, Zhang Xing could only let her put her hands around his neck, then hold her as tightly as possible, and slowly walked up the stairs sideways.

As he swayed as he went upstairs, Zhang Xing felt Mrs. Lou's body rubbing against his own.

Even when turning a corner, the slit of Mrs. Lou's cheongsam suddenly slipped to one side, almost revealing her infinite spring glory.

Seeing this, Zhang Xing could only focus all his attention on the stairs. Otherwise, if he was not careful, he would not step firmly on the stairs, and both of them would fall.

Finally, he carried Mrs. Lou to the second floor. Standing at the door of the bedroom, Zhang Xing pressed Mrs. Lou against the wall next to him so that he could free his hands to open the door.

After the door opened, Zhang Xing picked up Mrs. Lou again and walked into the bedroom.

What surprised Zhang Xing was that there were actually two beds in this bedroom.

It seemed that the couple had already slept in separate beds.

Zhang Xing hugged Mrs. Lou and looked at the two beds in the bedroom. He immediately distinguished which one was Mrs. Lou's bed from the bedding.

After putting Mrs. Lou on the bed, Zhang Xing began to be in trouble again.

Although it was not good to sleep with clothes on, Zhang Xing looked at Mrs. Lou's current state and definitely couldn't take off her clothes by herself.

Zhang Xing hesitated for a moment, then bent down and took off Mrs. Lou's shoes.

He originally thought that the shoes would fall off while carrying Mrs. Lou upstairs, but to his surprise, none of them fell off.

Through the stockings, Zhang Xing saw that Mrs. Lou did not have her feet bound like many women in the old society, but her feet were not big either.

Zhang Xing placed a pair of embroidered shoes that were about the same size as his hands beside the bed, then grabbed Mrs. Lou's ankles and put her legs on the bed.

Just when Zhang Xing lifted the quilt next to him and was about to cover Mrs. Lou.

His hand was suddenly grabbed by Mrs. Lou, who had her eyes closed.

Zhang Xing wanted to pull out, but couldn't.

Mrs. Lou could be seen closing her eyes and moving her red lips slightly.

"Axing, don't leave."