After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Song Huiling was a little surprised: "This shouldn't be the case. A man from Dayan is given a name when he is twenty years old, but you are already twenty-three."

He Zhan folded his hands, leaning his tall body lazily against the stove. "We ordinary people don't have to be so particular. My name was given to me by my father on a whim. My mother told me that when my father knew she was pregnant with me, he successfully beheaded two bandits and won military merit, so he named me He Zhan."

Song Huiling paused while cutting the pork fat, raised the kitchen knife and looked sideways: "This name doesn't make sense. If the baby is a girl, should she also be named He Zhan?"

He Zhan's lips twitched suddenly, and he almost couldn't hold it in: "If it's a girl, my father said to call her He Sha, Cao Tou Sha."

Song Huiling: "..."

Sha, homophonic to "Sha"...

He Zhan's father is really bad at naming!

"What about you? What's your maiden name?" He Zhan suddenly leaned closer.

Song Huiling leaned back slightly: "I don't want to talk about it, don't ask."

The original owner's maiden name was given by her maternal grandfather. Her maternal grandfather was a military man with a low level of education, so he named her "Xiu'er" on the spur of the moment.

There wasn't much problem with these two words, but "You're such a show-off" has become a well-worn internet meme in modern times, and she really didn't want to hear anyone call her a show-off.

Only close friends and husbands can call a woman by her given name. Song Huiling's resistance made He Zhan's eyes darken and his tone became cold: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Song Huiling didn't know what was wrong with He Zhan. He was willing to chat with her just a moment ago, but now he became distant and unkind. But she was busy and had no time to care about him.

Outside the house, Yang called out, "Ah Zhan, the water in the jar is almost empty. Go get some water from the well."

The He family has a total of three large water tanks, one in the kitchen and two against the west wall of the courtyard. All of them are filled with enough water to last for ten days to half a month.

But it takes twelve buckets of water to fill a water tank. There are only two buckets of water at home, so it takes six trips back and forth. It takes more than ten trips to fill all three water tanks.

Every household in Yuntun Village shares the ancient well in front of the village gate. It takes at least a quarter of an hour to walk from He's house to the ancient well.

By the time He Zhan filled the water jar with water, it was probably almost dark, not to mention that he was still injured.

Song Huiling lifted the lid of the water tank in the kitchen and took a look, then said to He Zhan, "There's still a small tank of water here. Don't go fetch it. Let mother come here to fetch water."

"It's okay. You and mother need water every day, so you should fill the bottle. It's just a minor injury. It won't have any impact." He Zhan's voice was deep and powerful.

Song Huiling remembered as if possessed by a ghost that He Zhan changed his name to He Jue after he became blood-thirsty in the later period, and his actions became more and more crazy after that. The influence of a name on a person's behavior seems to be a bit metaphysical.

Apart from being a bit too chauvinistic, Ke He Zhan is a decent man with considerate and responsible character. She has not shown any viciousness or cruelty from the villains she criticizes. Selfishly, she does not want him to follow the established plot of the original book and end up in destruction.

Just before He Zhan stepped out of the kitchen, she called out to him, "Husband, wait a moment."

He Zhan turned around in confusion. Song Huiling looked at him steadily and said, "Although the courtesy name should be chosen by the elders, you have already passed the age of twenty and still have a single name. I am not very knowledgeable and have the audacity to choose a courtesy name for you."

He Zhan's eyes were still deep and sharp, but they gradually widened. He felt something strange in his heart, and heard Song Huiling say, "How about calling you Heng'an? Heng means eternal and unchanging, and An means safe and worry-free. May you have a smooth life."

He Zhan's thoughts went blank for a moment, and then Song Huiling's gentle and delicate voice belatedly entered his ears.

Heng and An.

He Zhan recited each word silently in his mind, and then there was a loud bang, which was so exaggerated that he heard the sound of his heart exploding.

There seemed to be some strong emotions about to overflow in his eyes. He took a step forward with his long legs, approached Song Huiling, pinched her chin, forced her to look up at him, and kissed her hard on the lips.

Their lips barely touched once before He Zhan let her go. His upturned eyes were filled with smiles, and he seemed to be in a very good mood: "Why didn't I realize you were so likable before?"

Song Huiling was so shocked that her brain crashed, her lips slightly parted, her face blank.

"Thank you. I really like this courtesy name." He Zhan took the opportunity to pinch her fair and delicate cheek, then turned and left.

Song Huiling was the only one left in the quiet kitchen. After a long while, a huge and dull chopping sound was heard.

Song Huiling just chopped at the chopping board, and the sharp knife went straight through the pork fat, with the handle facing downward, slanting into the chopping board.

"Damn it!" Song Huiling yelled in annoyance.

What happened to the promise that you were not interested in women? Men's words are really deceiving!

She made so much noise that it alarmed Yang, who hurriedly shouted outside the house, "Hui Ling, what's wrong with you?"

“Ah!!!” Song Huiling felt extremely embarrassed. He collapsed and screamed, “Damn He Zhan!”

Is there such a way to thank someone? He should just change his name to He Jue!

Outside the hospital.

He Zhan was carrying a shoulder pole and two empty buckets on his shoulders and was about to go out. Yang turned her head to look at him and whispered, "Ah Zhan, why did you make Hui Ling angry again?"

Facing his mother, He Zhan still restrained himself and pressed down the corners of his lips, saying with a serious face: "Mother, I have a new name. Please call me Heng An from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the yard carrying a bucket of water.

Yang's facial features wrinkled into a ball.

What is Heng? Why is my son acting crazy today? My daughter-in-law doesn't seem right either.

Yang was worried, so she put down her work temporarily, walked to the kitchen door, and poked her head in: "Hui Ling, what's wrong?"

But everything seemed fine in the kitchen. Song Huiling was busy cutting pork fat. When she heard the voice, she looked up at Yang and said calmly, "Mom, it's okay. I'm preparing to boil lard."

This is strange. Yang touched her head and returned to the courtyard. Was she hallucinating just now?

After all the pork fat is cut into pieces, the water in the pot is boiled.

Song Huiling treated the cut pieces of pork fat as lard and poured them into boiling water. After blanching off the blood and odor, he scooped them out and started to boil lard.

Half an hour later, the oil bowl was filled with boiling lard, and she also harvested a full basin of lard residue. While it was still hot, she added some salt and stirred it, so that it could be preserved for seven days.

When stir-frying vegetables, add some golden and crispy oil residue and mix them together. The whole dish will be more flavorful, fresh, fragrant, and slightly greasy, and it tastes very good with rice.

During this period, He Zhan had come back several times and the water tanks in the kitchen were all full.

Song Huiling had not forgotten the previous embarrassment, and she shrank her head like a quail, not knowing how to face him.

But He Zhan seemed to have forgotten about the matter completely, so Song Huiling pretended that she was not involved in the incident and did what she had to do.

The water tank outside the yard had not been filled yet, and He Zhan continued to go back and forth between the ancient well and his home.

As it was getting dark, and on his last journey, he met an uninvited guest at the gate of Yuntun Village.