There is space for the married man

Cars and horses were inconvenient in ancient times, which was really troublesome. No wonder the villagers had to get up before dawn when they went to town.

Under the sun, Wen Lang walked for an hour before reaching the town.

Raising his hand and wiping the sweat off his face with his sleeve, Wen Lang carried the rabbit to a restaurant. The shop clerk saw that he was plainly dressed but handsome, with an extraordinary demeanor. He walked over with a smile on his face, and took a closer look before noticing him. Seeing the red mole on the center of Wen Lang's eyebrows, Xin Dao turned out to be a brother.

"Guest officer, do you want to hit the tip or stay at the hotel?"

It was past noon at this time, and there were not many people eating in the store. The guys had just had lunch and were cleaning up the tables, chairs and benches.

Wen Lang showed Xiao Er the rabbit in his hand, "Excuse me, do you accept rabbits here? I just caught them this morning and they are fresh."

The smile on Xiao Er's face collapsed when he heard this, and he said coldly: "We have special personnel here to supply, and we don't accept ingredients from unknown sources."

Seeing this, Wen Lang didn't bother him any more, he smiled with a good temper and said, "Then, do you know where I can take this rabbit?"

Speaking of this, he lowered his eyelashes and said with a sad expression: "To be honest, my mother is sick in bed, waiting for me to get money to buy medicine."

He was born well, especially with a pair of eyes that looked bright, but also had a good temper. When he was ridiculed, he also had a smile on his face, which made the waiter feel pity.

"It's also a poor man. You can go to Fuyuan Building to try your luck. There are many customers there. There are still food in the store at the moment. Maybe they will accept it."

The gloomy look on Wen Lang's face was instantly wiped away, his brows and eyes were curved, and he thanked the clerk.

Immediately, he walked briskly in the direction the buddy pointed to him.

Fuyuan Building is full of people coming and going at the moment, and the shop is full of customers who are urging Xiao Er to serve the dishes.

"What's the matter? Why hasn't the braised rabbit meat I ordered come up?" The fat man slapped the table, and the teacup on the table trembled and water spilled out.

The man hurried forward to comfort him, "Young Master Wang, our back kitchen is already preparing, please wait a moment."

"Prepare, prepare, just now. How long have you been waiting for this young master? Still preparing? If you don't want to open this store, just say so!"

When the buddy heard that it was okay, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

When the shopkeeper heard the sound, he went upstairs, pushed the waiter away, rubbed his hands and said, "Please calm down, Mr. Wang, there are a lot of guests ordering braised rabbit meat today. The rabbit meat is not available for a while. Do you want to change it for you?" How about something else? We have chicken, duck and fish here, and the taste is not inferior to that of braised rabbit.”

Prince Wang sneered and said, "I have been waiting here for a long time, and now I just told me that the rabbit meat is gone? Are you kidding me?"

"Don't dare, it's because the shop assistants are useless. They didn't count the inventory in the shop. They neglected the prince. The villain will give you an apology. Can you spare the money for this meal?" The shopkeeper He hurriedly apologized, this prince is a fool, if he is not happy to serve him, it will not be worth the loss if he makes trouble.

"My Wang family sent you this little money? If I can't eat this rabbit meat today, you are all ready to close down." Wang Gongzi slapped the table and said harsh words.

The shopkeeper hurriedly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and said to the clerk beside him, "Have you found the rabbit meat yet?"

The clerk said bitterly: "Shopkeeper, it's past noon now, and the rabbit meat in other stores are all sold out."

There are not many people who love to eat rabbit meat, so naturally there is not much prepared in the shop, who would have imagined that there are so many people who come to eat rabbit meat today, and after it was sold out, they caught up with the prince and wanted to eat it.

"The shopkeeper! A little brother said he wanted to sell rabbits, and asked us if we would accept it." Suddenly, a guy ran up from the first floor and said excitedly to the shopkeeper.

When the shopkeeper heard it, it was really timely rain.

"Take it! Call the kitchen to prepare."

Wen Lang never thought that he just happened to be in time to help Fuyuanlou, so he not only accepted his rabbit at a higher price than usual, but also accepted his fungus at the same time.

Weighing the 250 Wen in his hand, Wen Lang deeply felt that earning money was not easy.

He originally wanted to earn money, save some urgent needs for Youjia, and use the rest as travel expenses, but now it seems that he really thinks too much. He is too busy to take care of himself, so he has no extra ability to help Youjia.

Holding the money, Wen Lang hurried to the gate of the city before the sun set.

"Lu Yin." The soldier guarding the city gate said indifferently.

Wen Lang was startled, but didn't realize what it was, and then he remembered that it seemed to be a certificate of leaving home, in other words, a passport.

"If you don't have one, don't get in the way here." The soldier pushed him aside, and a middle-aged man behind Wen Lang took out a document from his arms, handed it to the soldier for a look, and got out smoothly. the city gate.

He knew that this world was fictional. In the history of Wen Lang's original world, there was no such dynasty as the Da'an Dynasty, and there was no man like Ge'er who could conceive and have children.

He guessed that this world would be very different from the previous life, but he never expected that the population flow management in the Da'an Dynasty would be so strict.

However, Wen Lang didn't have any extra money, so he used it to bribe the soldiers guarding the city gate.

Unable to walk, Wen Lang could only walk back in despair.

Without a guide, he can go to the government to open one, although it may take a little time.

After figuring it out, Wen Lang cheered up and walked towards the yamen.

Then he was kicked out.

Damn boy!

Not only did he run away with the money, but he even helped him get his household registration. Wen Lang is now You Jingshu's registered husband. Unless the two of them go to the Yamen together to go through the reconciliation procedures, it is impossible for Wen Lang to leave here alone.

Isn't divorce in TV dramas just a divorce letter?Why do you need to register with the government?

Wen Lang rubbed his aching temple, stood under the shade of a tree, and thought of Zhou Yuelan, the wife of his father Wen Shilun in this life. If anyone wanted to die by himself, it was this Mrs. Wen. Lang should respectfully call her mother, but in fact Wen Lang was not born of Zhou Yuelan, and he was born older than Zhou Yuelan's legitimate daughter, so she naturally would not treat her.

What the servant did must have been ordered by Zhou Yuelan, he really couldn't tolerate any mistakes, and impatiently registered himself as You's family, now even if he wanted to run away, he had no choice but to accept his fate as You Jingshu's husband.

What he originally thought was that after he left here, he would write a letter to the You family to tell them the truth, otherwise, if he told Song Lingwan directly, Song Lingwan would definitely not feel relieved to let his elder brother leave alone.

Now he can't leave, and he really doesn't want to go back to make trouble, Youjia can't live on by himself, how can he have the energy to take care of himself as an outsider.

"Hey..." Wen Lang sighed, not knowing what to do, when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

At first he thought he had heard it wrong, but the voice got closer and closer until he was beside him.

Wen Lang turned his head and saw that it was You Mingyuan.

"Brother Lang, what are you doing here?"

Wen Lang twitched the corner of his mouth with a wry smile, "Uncle You."

Seeing that he still didn't understand something like this, You Mingyuan shook his head, thinking that this child is really stubborn.

"Are you leaving?"

Wen Lang pursed his lips, and nodded almost invisible, "Yeah."

Yesterday Wen Lang's dowry servant said that Lizheng had to go to the yamen to hand in a new naturalization booklet every three months, so he asked for You Jingshu's identity certificate, saying that he was going to go to Lizheng to go through the naturalization procedures for his young lady. At that time, the family was busy preparing for the wedding, and since the young man was sent by the Wen family as a dowry, they didn't think much about it and let the young man go.

But then something happened to the package, and it was already dark, but the boy never came back. You Mingyuan guessed that he must have run away.

Seeing Wen Lang sitting here with his head downcast, You Mingyuan casually swept the stone bench next to him and sat down.

"Have you been to the Yamen?"

"En." Wen Lang looked down at his fingers, feeling very depressed.

I have been stupid for 17 years, and I have been counted one after another as soon as I wake up. No one will feel better.

Seeing Wen Lang nodding, You Mingyuan's mood didn't fluctuate too much, which was almost the same as he guessed.

Since the Wen family dared to send Wen Lang here, they naturally had to do everything right, and the most important thing was household registration. Even if none of them wanted to, Wen Lang was already You Jingshu's sure husband.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away, Wen Lang entered the household registration of Youjia, even if he has wings, he can't fly back to the imperial city.

Mrs. Wen not only solved Wen Pingting's marriage, but also removed the thorn in her own flesh and blood. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone and kill two birds with one stone.

"Don't think too much at such a young age, what's the matter, isn't there still Uncle You? My eldest is a good boy, and now I just can't figure it out for a while, it will be fine after a long time." You Mingyuan looked at You Yun in the sky Said.

Wen Lang turned his head to look at You Mingyuan. You Mingyuan used to be the prime minister of the dynasty, with one man under ten thousand, but he didn't have the sharpness of a high-ranking official. Instead, he was full of elegance, kindness and kindness.

"Isn't Uncle You afraid that Big Brother You won't think about it?" Wen Lang felt that You Mingyuan was a little too optimistic. You Jingshu's behavior clearly meant that he didn't want to live anymore, and waiting for a long time would only be torture.

You Mingyuan smiled, and said firmly: "I will now, but with time, he will be able to cheer up."

Wen Lang was speechless for a while, You Mingyuan looked at him sideways with clear eyes, "He is my son, I know it very well."

Wen Lang had never experienced this kind of trust between father and son. Suddenly his eyes turned red, and he lowered his head abruptly, not wanting You Mingyuan to see his embarrassing appearance.

You Mingyuan raised his hand to touch his head, and said, "He is a good boy, and you are also a good boy. If you want to, get in touch with him more. If you don't, just treat him as your brother."

"Don't worry about it. Since God destined you to come to our house, it's God who gave me an extra son. If you come, please rest assured. Brother Lang, go home with Uncle You."

Wen Lang's nose burst into soreness, and he nodded heavily.

He never thought that the father's love that he had never felt before would be tasted in another world.

The two of them headed back to Linxi Village in the setting sun.