Oh my god, I became the vicious stepmother of four villains

To make pork jerky, you need to buy pork. The pork at home is bacon, so we can't make a pork jerky. Xia Yingying was about to go out to buy pork when she heard someone knocking on the door.

"Is Xia Yingying's home here? Here is a letter, please take it."

letter?

Letters were the way for relatives in this dynasty to pass messages between each other. They were not very convenient, but they carried the weight of longing.

At first glance, Xia Yingying, who has always lived in the modern world where information is transmitted extremely quickly, felt it was very strange, but she also yearned for it very much.

Xia Yingying has not received a letter since she came here. The main reason is that the original owner's circle of life is too small and she has no reliable friends. The most important reason is that she lives in the countryside. There are many illiterate people and few intellectuals in this dynasty. Everyone basically lives in their own village and rarely uses letters.

Xia Yingying almost forgot that Lu Ziren was in Beijing, so the letter must have been sent by him.

Lu Haojie was also very happy when he heard someone outside coming to deliver a letter.

"Mom, this must be a letter from Dad."

Lu Haojie ran up and grabbed Xia Yingying's sleeve tightly, wanting to go with her to get the letter.

After Xia Yingying opened the door, there was a short but thin young man who looked to be about 37 or 38 years old, standing outside the door with a bag on his shoulder and a dusty face.

Seeing Xia Yingying come out, he took out a thick letter, checked the address with Xia Yingying, and handed it to Xia Yingying. Seeing that Xia Yingying was a woman, he asked Xia Yingying kindly.

"Madam, this letter is sent from the military camp in Beijing. Is your husband on the battlefield?" The young man handed the letter to Xia Yingying and asked curiously.

"Yes." Xia Yingying answered the young man's question.

Xia Yingying is still very young, with baby fat on her face, beautiful looks and elegant temperament.

The young man looked at Xia Yingying, feeling sorry for her with a bit of sympathy in his eyes.

When he delivered the letter, he naturally knew that an army had just returned from the capital, and it was the famous General Dingbei.

The northern border was temporarily stable, but those barbarians would come from time to time to trample on Daliang's borders and plunder food on the border.

If it weren't for these soldiers defending the country, their country would definitely be in dire straits.

But there are many dangers on the battlefield, and life is as fragile as an ant. If you are not careful, your life or death is unpredictable. For some soldiers, it is a blessing for them to be able to return alive from the battlefield.

The woman looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and her husband was a man fighting desperately on the battlefield, with his life in danger at any moment.

Most ordinary women are illiterate. The young man subconsciously thought that Xia Yingying might also be illiterate and had to pay someone to read the letter to her, so he took the initiative to ask Xia Yingying,

"My lady, I know a few words and can read and write. Do you need me to read to you the letter your husband wrote to you?"

When Xia Yingying heard what the young man said, she realized that he meant well to her, so she smiled and immediately politely refused.

"Thank you for your kindness, but no, my son has taught me a few words, so I can finish reading the letter."

When the young man heard Xia Yingying reject him, he was a little confused, but when he heard Xia Yingying say that she could read, he immediately admired Xia Yingying very much.

The young man did not think much about Xia Yingying's son who taught her to read, and said thankfully, "That's good."

"Come in and have a drink of water and take a break?" Xia Yingying asked the young man who delivered the letter.

"No, I still have a lot of letters to deliver, so I won't waste your time. Go ahead and do your work. I'm leaving now."

After the young man left, Xia Yingying said to Lu Haojie,

"Let's go back and see what letter your father wrote to us."

"Yeah." Lu Haojie immediately became excited when he heard and read the letter.

"Was it sent by Ziren?"

Xia Yingying took the letter into the yard, and Song Ruyi teased Lu Yurou and asked.

"Yes, it's him." Xia Yingying said.

Song Ruyi's brows relaxed a lot. When she heard that there was a letter sent to Xia Yingying, she knew it was from Lu Ziren. Apart from Lu Ziren, she couldn't think of anyone else who would send a letter to Xia Yingying.

The letter sent by Lu Ziren also proves that he is still fine on the battlefield.

The letter in her hand was heavy, and Xia Yingying's heart beat faster. This was the first time in her life that she had received a letter, and the sender was her husband. She felt a bit of anticipation and fear in her heart.

Xia Yingying took a deep breath and walked directly to the room. It is better to read private things like letters alone in an independent space.

Lu Haojie also took his short legs to follow Xia Yingying in, but Song Ruyi quickly stepped forward and stopped Lu Haojie.

Lu Haojie looked at Song Ruyi with confusion, but Song Ruyi took his little hand and led him to the well.

"Grandma, why did you bring me here? I also want to read the letter Daddy wrote to me."

Lu Haojie's little head was full of confusion. He didn't know why Song Ruyi wanted to hold him back.

"Your mother has just received your father's letter. She must be feeling very complicated. Let her read it first, and then I will show it to you."

Song Ruyi explained to Lu Haojie the reason why she didn't let him read the letter.

Song Ruyi's expression was very clear, but Lu Haojie obviously didn't quite understand. He looked at Song Ruyi in a daze, as if she was talking about some encrypted conversation.

Seeing that Lu Haojie didn't understand, Song Ruyi changed the way of expression.

"In your father's heart, your mother is the first. Your father must hope that your mother will read the letter first, so you should bear with it for a while and let your mother read it first."

It was not easy for Song Ruyi to explain it this way, and Lu Haojie suddenly understood.

Lu Haojie finally nodded, "Grandma, I understand."

Song Ruyi tried several different excuses in a row, and her mouth was dry and she was very thirsty, so she took Lu Haojie back to the room and poured a bowl of tea.

Xia Yingying held the letter sent by Lu Ziren in her hand, but her heart was beating up and down like popping candy. Her face was red and her fingers were tightly holding the thick letter. She sat on the bed and then opened the envelope, unfolding the letter paper as thick as a brick.

The words on the envelope are dignified and upright, as vigorous and strong as bamboo joints.

Xia Yingying thought of her own poorly written handwriting and instantly had the urge to practice her handwriting well.

She was busy with the pastry shop's affairs during this period and did not have much time to think about Lu Ziren and practicing calligraphy.

Today, Xia Yingying unexpectedly received Lu Ziren's letter, and the things that were buried in her heart began to grow vigorously like bamboo shoots after the spring rain.

Lu Ziren's letter paper totaled more than thirty pages, and each page was filled with writing.

Lu Ziren wrote a letter to Xia Yingying almost every day. Each letter was at least two pages and no more than three pages. The contents of the letter were similar, basically just some daily chat, like a diary.

However, through the letter paper, Xia Yingying could see how Lu Ziren ate the pastries she gave him bit by bit.

Lu Ziren strictly followed what Xia Yingying said. He ate the cakes in the first few days and then started to eat biscuits and pork and beef jerky.

Although Lu Ziren's letters were boring, Xia Yingying still read them with great interest. Could it be that this really proves the saying that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?

In particular, at the end of each individual letter Lu Ziren wrote, he would write these words: "I miss you, wait for me to come back."