Broken leg by silly daughter-in-law

The old village chief nodded in satisfaction. This child knows how to repay his kindness, and the days to come will gradually get better. However, he still specifically told him: "The county government needs to change the household registration, and it will cost about 20 taels. If you If you intend to register for him, prepare money, come to me, and I will take you to the county seat, and the master bookkeeper has some friendship with me, so there should be no problem."

Nan Nian was overjoyed at the moment, and thanked the old village chief repeatedly.

The two immediately made up a marriage certificate, signed their own and Nan Nian's names, and wrote their birthdays.

Although Nanning didn't remember, Liu Luochen thought that the day he woke up was Nan Nian's birthday.

The village head signs his name, which is considered to be witnessed by the elders in the village.

The two officially wrote the marriage letter, and they are a legitimate couple.

Liu Luochen counted the money in his hand, there were more than a dozen taels left, and a few more trips up the mountain would be enough.

Liu Luochen cupped his hands in return: "Thank you, Grandpa Six, this junior will go back and prepare."

The night breeze is cool, and there are several lights in the village.

Liu Luochen and Nan Nian walked out of the village chief's yard and headed home.

From a distance, under the big poplar tree, the voices of several farmers talking.

"Old Li, what are you doing home so early?"

A young man winked and teased: "Hehe, Lao Li is a man who has a wife again, so naturally he goes home to hug his wife."

Old Li spat, and scolded with a smile: "Bah! It's dark at night, so naturally I want to go home to sleep, wife and childbirth, so why don't you spend the night with you old bachelors?"

"Yo Yo Yo! Eat more eggs to make up for it."

"Haha, you can make up for what you eat!"

"roll!"

The young man named Lao Li walked quickly to the village.

In ancient times, productivity was low, and lighting mostly relied on candles and oil lamps.

Most farmers are reluctant to work with oil lamps at night.

Naturally, there is no entertainment. When it gets dark, naturally everyone will go home and get out of bed.

Therefore, it is really nothing new to have two children in three years of farming.

In the Dahui Dynasty and even in the villages, the power of the clan is very valued, and they pay attention to having many children and grandchildren and many blessings.

Almost every family has three or five children.

Although men are allowed to marry, heterosexual marriage is the mainstream.

Boys in the family are the main labor force, unless the family is unable to survive, it is rare to marry the man in the family to someone else as a wife.

But there are also people who are born to like men more than women.

The two of you love me, and you don't object to marrying, there are many things.

Although there are not many couples in Liujia Village, there are three or four couples.

After saying hello to a few familiar people, Liu Luochen took the piece of white muslin cloth again, and spent 20 renminbi on handwork, and asked Grandma Li next door to help make two inner clothes.

Ask her to help again, when the autumn harvest comes.

Gather some cotton and make quilts.

Looking at the weather outside, it's only after seven o'clock.

Liu Luochen is a modern person, so he really doesn't like going to bed so early.

So he picked up the old set of bows and arrows and prepared to repair them.

In ancient times, salt and iron were all under the control of the imperial court. The iron scissors were also to be enthroned and recorded, and they could not be made at will.

So Liu Luochen took out a few straight wooden sticks and cut them into the shape of an arrow with a knife.

This is thanks to the memory of the original owner.

In Liu Luochen's memory, there is a drawing of the bow and crossbow, and the lethality of that thing is not bad.

Just this kind of thing, you have to be careful.

Above the imperial power, Liu Luochen didn't want to be accidentally clicked.

Nan Nian was holding a basin of melons washed by her husband.

I ate so much.

Xianggong's fair and tender face is really pretty.

Stretching out her head to smack that fair and tender face, Nan Nian chuckled, "Sir, sweet."