I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

Mrs. Li said that men like Zheng Chengan and his father are men, while he and Chong Xifulang are twins, and both of them will have a little cinnabar mole between their eyebrows. This is called a pregnancy mole, and it is a manifestation of their ability to have children.

There are also women here, but they are much more favored than brothers.

Zheng Cheng'an silently responded for a long time, isn't this guy just like a woman?

Just... a super shape-changing woman?

But it seems like this is better, anyway, he has no feelings for women, so this kind of world can feast his eyes, it would be even better if all the brothers outside can have the same figure as his Okio.

After saying these words, it was already dark, and the house was almost invisible, so Mrs. Li lit the kerosene lamp, and just after lighting it, a timid voice shouted at the door: "Mum, it's time to eat."

Mrs. Li responded, and before getting up, she did not forget to say to Zheng Chengan: "Em, go eat first, and I will let your husband serve you later."

Fulang... that handsome guy?

Zheng Chengan nodded with weakness on the surface and ecstasy on the inside.

Sure enough, after a while, the handsome boy came in with a wooden tray.

There is not much on it, so there are two bowls, one is porridge, clear soup with little water, and the other... is medicine.

It was dark, and the pungent smell of medicine wafted over before the handsome guy could get close.

Seeing Zheng Chengan's disgusted eyes, the handsome young man flinched and said anxiously: "Don't be angry, it's not that you're not allowed to eat, it's because Dr. Xu said you just woke up today, so it's best not to eat too much."

Zheng Chengan was taken aback, and smiled: "I'm not angry, why are you so afraid of me?"

Of course I'm afraid, it was hard for him to be married back. The few days here are much more comfortable than at home. Although the work is still the same, at least no one is arguing and scolding all day long, and no one deliberately picks at the house. Food doesn't fill him up.

What's more, because he has to take care of others, Eminem doesn't give him much work, and he has to watch carefully to find work for him.

The more so, the more worried he became.I'm afraid that my delicate and frail husband Chongxi will be uncomfortable and belch farts. After all, he married in the name of Chongxi. If he is always bad, he can take care of him for the rest of his life. But if he is gone, the husband's family will definitely will kick him out.

Now that the husband is awake, he is even more worried.He knows his own situation, he looks tough, tall and big, not at all delicate and pretty like other brothers, his whole body is full of muscles, hard, this marriage was not agreed by the husband himself, let alone the reason why he became In this way, it is because of that person...

If the husband doesn't like him, what should I do if I divorce him?

Thinking of this, his heart trembled, and his movements became more cautious: "No, no."

Zheng Chengan sighed silently in his heart, forget it, it will scare people.

Putting down the tray, he didn't know what to do.

In the past, I used to put a piece of rag under the husband's neck and just feed him the medicine, but now that he is awake, won't he be unhappy if he is fed like this?

Zheng Chengan: ...

Does this person keep writing what he thinks on his face?

Zheng Chengan said: "Help me up."

Zheng Cheng'an clearly saw that the handsome young man breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he thought that there was another opportunity for close contact, the handsome young man reached his back with his right arm, scooped it up lightly, and lifted it with his left hand. She leaned halfway to the head of the bed, and even put a soft pillow under her waist.

It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Now Zheng Chengan can only move his head a little bit, and the other parts are still as soft as long-cooked noodles. He can only fully enjoy the happiness of a high paraplegic.

The little handsome guy scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to his mouth. The porridge was not very hot, but the temperature was just right, but Zheng Chengan didn't want to do that, he just wanted to exchange feelings with the little handsome guy.

Zheng Chengan: "I..."

As soon as a word was out of my mouth, a spoonful of porridge was stuffed.

Zheng Chengan swallowed this mouthful, and was about to continue talking, but the next spoonful was already on his lips.

Zheng Chengan: "..."

He looked at the handsome young man, who lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze, but the words "refused to communicate" were written all over his body.

Zheng Cheng sighed in relief, but he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and drink his porridge in peace.

As soon as the porridge was finished, the handsome boy picked up the medicine bowl filled with black soup, Zheng Chengan hurriedly stopped him: "Wait! Let me take my time first, okay?"

The little handsome guy glanced at him and put down the bowl.

Now that he had a chance to speak, Zheng Chengan licked his lips, and said slowly, "You...what's your name?" The room fell silent instantly.

Zheng Chengan waited for a long time, and when he felt that maybe this person would not answer his question at all, he heard the soft voice of the handsome boy, "Lian... Lian Xing."

"Lian Xing..." Zheng Chengan thought about these two words in his heart, "Is it the star of the star?"

Lian Xing nodded: "En."

Zheng Cheng'an raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "It's really nice, the name suits you very well."

Lian Xing visibly flustered: "It's time to drink the medicine."

Fine.

Sooner or later there will be a chance.

Naturally, you can't drink the medicine one spoon at a time, or you will die bitterly, so he asked Lian Xing to bring the medicine bowl to his mouth, Zheng Chengan held his breath and swallowed it in a big gulp, and took the medicine bowl away Take a breath and repeat the movement again.

Finally, after drinking this bowl of medicine, Zheng Chengan had no love in his life, his eyes were empty, but Lian Xing went out soon and came back, bringing him back a bowl of warm water.

He drank it all, and after diluting the taste of the medicine in his mouth, he felt better.

Once a person is energetic, he has the strength to seduce a man.

Lian Xing was tidying up a small couch, his back was facing him.Zheng Chengan's eyes were presumptuous, looking up and down, like a gangster on the street who is always aiming at girls' breasts, but his voice was serious: "Lian Xing... ah, can I call you that?"

Lian Xing's back was stiff, as if he couldn't even control his fingers, he paused before answering: "Yes."

"Hey!" Zheng Chengqian sighed pretendingly, "It's too tiring to talk like this, can you come over?"

Lian Xing immediately turned around, with an uncontrollable nervousness on his face: "Mum should have finished his evening meal, I'm going to do the dishes."

After speaking, he ran away in a panic, not even caring about the bed.

Zheng Chengan: "..."

It's really rare for Zheng Cheng'an to want to tease someone, but people don't seem to like him, which makes him reflect on himself, could it be that he has done too much?Too greasy?

He temporarily put aside his lustful thoughts and turned to think about his situation.

Obviously this is a new world, but it is absolutely strange, but it seems that apart from his previous perception of gender, other things are almost the same as in ancient times.

But after finally traveling through time and catching up with the trend, he didn't say that he would dress up as a prince, prince, elder brother, son, at least he must be the young master of a rich family.

Now it's such a mess, even if you drink a bitter medicine, there is no candied fruit to sweeten your mouth.

This made him think, if he transmigrated into the story of the heroine, then he is either a cannon fodder or a passerby.

The hostess makes glass, invents soap, cement, dynamite...he can only be a passer-by, maybe one of a group of passers-by, not even worthy of a word in the book.

Zheng Cheng'an is now regretful.

If he had known that he would be able to time travel one day, he would have read a few more pages of the farming article. This is good. At first, he felt that the parents were short-tempered and boring, and he hadn’t seen it on the hot list. He probably couldn’t make much money. After a few clicks, I gave up.

Now, I only love to pour a big pot of dog blood, so what if there is a lot of dog blood, let him have a few more words when he is swearing at people here?

He did live in the countryside for a few years when he was a child and could speak dialects, but that didn't mean he could farm the land.At that time, he spent all day playing with chickens and dogs, either picking wild fruits from trees, or fishing in rivers. He didn't do any serious farm work.

But if he wanted to survive in this strange dynasty in the future, he wouldn't last long in such a difficult life, so he had to find a way to earn money.

After cleaning the stove, Lian Xing came back to the house, and continued tidying up his small bed. Zheng Chengan twisted his body uncomfortably, and called him: "Lian Xing, come here."

He frowned, with a serious expression, Lian Xing suddenly felt vigilant, maybe he should ask to divorce him now?

Lian Xing dawdled past, never taking the initiative to say a word.

Zheng Chengan felt extremely uncomfortable, "Touch what's under my mattress? I can't move these days, it's going to kill me."

Lian Xing breathed a sigh of relief, luckily he wasn't going to divorce him.

He stretched out his hand to reach under the mattress, and as soon as he moved, Zheng Chengan was shocked and laughed uncontrollably, "Don't, don't stretch it there, hahaha...it's too itchy, down, down..."

"Huh——" Zheng Chengan took a breath, wiped the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes with the corner of the quilt, and then saw Lian Xing standing beside him holding something like a book.

Zheng Chengan raised his head to look, but he couldn't see what it was, so he asked, "What is that?"

"Book."

Zheng Cheng'an: "I know it's a book, what kind of book is it?"

Lian Xing held the book and handed it to him. Zheng Cheng'an had a big head at a cursory glance. The characters and traditional Chinese characters on it were almost incomprehensible as individual characters, but he could roughly figure out what it meant when they were put together. .

Zheng Cheng'an read word by word: "Nao... Xilou... So many... Qing Zhang... Lang Jiang..."

Lian Xing said: "It's "Nao Xi Lou Passionate General Zhang Lang"."

Zheng Chengan nodded: "Oh, that's it, it's too inconvenient for me to read it this way, please read it for me."

Lian Xing opened the book obediently, and read obediently: "Zhang Lang is about to meet a man, talk nonsense, make him a confidant, enjoy drinking, put his shoulders on his shoulders in a moment of excitement, and hold him in his arms. The body is delicate and soft, and the body exudes a graceful fragrance..."

After reading this, Lian Xing's face slowly turned red. He closed the book with a snap, and stammered, "The last...the ones behind, you...you can see for yourself..."

Zheng Cheng'an also felt that something was wrong when he heard it. Why did he feel that he was about to develop into an indescribable place? What kind of book is this?

Zheng Chengan sighed: "Forget it, I won't read it, you can put it away."

Lian Xing put it in a small box, and heard Zheng Chengan muttering to himself: "What kind of book is this? A story book? Or a little yellow book?"