hunting and farming husband

He grabbed the chipped bowl and cleaned it in the broken water tank.Then, he pulled out all the hay in the yard and piled it in the only good house.

As soon as he finished clearing the weeds in the yard, the sun in the sky was shrouded in layers of dark clouds, and there was more water vapor from the kite.

It is going to rain.

He bit his lip tightly, and kept cutting as many reeds and thatch as possible on the bank.

Sweat condensed into beads and fell into his eyes, a little stinging.

His hands were cut with several bloodstains by blades of grass.But he didn't dare to stop, and tied the grass that had been mowed all afternoon into small blankets with straw ropes.

Then they carried them one by one to the sloping kitchen, rolled up the straw blanket and threw it on the top.His stomach growled again, but he was fighting the rain for time. If he didn't make up for the house, he might have no place to stay.

Sniffing, he felt pain in the soles of his ninja feet.Clutching the beams of the house next door with both hands, he climbed up the net step by step.

Stepping on this wooden beam, the nerves in the soles of his feet twitched.

When he climbed to the roof, his face was almost covered in tears.

He grabbed the straw blanket and patched the side near the plank bed.Just in case, I also moved some grass from the kitchen roof.Although there is a lot of corruption, it can also be used.

Wait for the harvested grass blanket to be moved.

The sky suddenly began to drizzle, and after a while, the raindrops seemed to be full of water, and the raindrops fell bigger and bigger.

Ye Liandong's heart skipped a beat, he clasped his fingers tightly to the beams of the house, and went down from the roof.

The raindrops hit the leaves, and the sound became more and more urgent.Like a team of drums, driving people into the house.

When it rained, the cold wind raged.The wind whirled around the trees, and the whimpering sounded like ghosts and wolves.The fear hidden in his heart was suddenly awakened, Ye Rendong's pupils shrank.His hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and he lowered his head tightly, just wanting to get off the beam immediately.

The strong wind almost blows the thin man away, he clings to the wood tightly, his face is hurt by the huge raindrops.

I don't know if it was tears or rain, but it poured down his small face to his neck.

The last step down the house, almost fell down.He propped his right hand on the ground, blocking part of the impact.Before he had time to think about it, he grabbed the stick and ran into the house.

"Woooooo... Grandpa..." He fled into the house with the sound of weeping hurriedly.

The crackling raindrops hit the roof, and the side of the cabinet was already wet.

The chill seeped into his bones along the soaked clothes, and his hands and feet were cold.

Can't catch a cold.

Inside he made a haystack of hay around the boards.A small one, but it can give him an unprecedented sense of security.

He walked around the hay he had piled up beside the plank, found the small hole that went into the plank, and slipped himself in.

It was dark all around, and the wooden boards in the haystack were covered with softer grass.His whole belongings are in the corner of the plank.

Fumbling to pull out the only remaining set of clothes from the bag, he changed the ones on his body a few times.

He wiped his hair with the wet clothes, then unfolded them and covered them outside the haystack.It can also block the wind by the way.

Looking at the rain outside for a while, the cold wind woke him up.

He looked around, and there was water leaking across the planks.He was shocked that the house was not secure.

I was afraid that this room would collapse and I would be crushed to death in my sleep.Ye Liandong moved again, pushing the opposite cabinet to the wooden board.

After finishing all this, he hid in the haystack again.

Reassuringly, he took out a few dates from the bundle, grabbed them and gnawed them slowly.

"The jujubes on the tree haven't been finished yet, I don't know how many will fall." He muttered to himself.The voice is glutinous, like glutinous rice cakes sprinkled with icing sugar, sweet and soft.

There was pity in the small voice, like a greedy cat who didn't have enough food.Hearing this, he wished he could press and rub his belly.Then he stroked his hair to comfort him, our family has food.

In Guliang Town, an ox cart creaked in the rain.

There is a shed on the bullock cart, and there is a man with a handsome face lying in it.Wearing a padded jacket, the outer quilt was still tightly wrapped.

But at this moment, the corners of his mouth were pale, his brows were furrowed, and the breath he exhaled was inaudible.

Obviously things are not going well.

The coachman is wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, driving the car dutifully.Sitting next to him was a man full of blood. Just by looking at his fleshy face, he knew it was not easy to mess with.

The coachman flicked his whip, and the cows walked with a groan.He thought, the man inside had a really good life, but it's a pity that this life is almost gone.I don't know if I can hold on and say the last sentence to my family.

The sound of the rain has not subsided, Ye Liandong removed the grass leaves from the soles of the feet, grabbed some wormwood again, crushed them, and rubbed them on the soles of the feet.Although he can only shrink within this square inch, he is already quite satisfied.

Feeling sleepy, Ye Liandong lay down in the grass nest.He unfolded the cloth and covered himself, piled up hay, and fell asleep in a daze.

And an hour later, at the entrance of Shanghua Village.

The ox cart drove in slowly, and the villagers nestled at home heard the mooing of the cow, and couldn't help sticking their heads out to have a look.

"Whose house is this a visitor?" An old man rolled his sleeves and watched the ox cart drive by in front of the door.

A woman walked by him and followed her, "I'm afraid the boss of the Cheng family is back."

"Didn't the person who came to our village to deliver the letter say that the boss of the Cheng family is back? Seeing that it's raining and still in such a hurry, he probably won't survive." The woman sighed.

Four years ago, the imperial court conscripted soldiers to fight wars, and every family with men from fifteen to forty had to send out men.Back then, many of the children in Shanghua Village were confiscated.

I don't know how much I can get back.

In the rain, the door of Cheng's house in the village was knocked loudly.

"Is there anyone at Cheng Langyu's house? Cheng Langyu is back." It was the barbarian who knocked on the door.

As if he didn't know the pain, he was afraid to knock on the wooden door and make a muffled sound.

A shrill woman's voice sounded from inside the door: "Come here, come on, call your soul."

Du Qiuhong grabbed the wooden door and opened it, and what she saw was a man with a hunchback and a hunchback.She backed away in fright, and the umbrella fell to the ground. "Big brother, we..."

The man didn't wait for her to finish, and said, "Is it Cheng Langyu's house?"

Du Qiuhong choked.Cheng Langyu?Didn't the one who killed that day go to the army?

"Yes or no?" The man seemed impatient, with fierce eyes.

Du Qiuhong nodded quickly, with uncontrollable fear on his face: "Yes, yes, yes."

"I was ordered to send Cheng Langyu back. Now that he has been delivered, my aunt will take him in." The man received the letter of approval and turned back to the ox cart, intending to carry the man inside out.

"What?!" Du Qiuhong shouted in shock.

The turtle grandson is back!

Du Qiuhong hurriedly followed behind him, and asked: "Wait, big brother, what's the situation with my family Langyu, how can someone send it back!"

The man explained a few words and motioned Du Qiuhong to carry the stretcher on the other side. "He was stabbed a few times on the battlefield. For the sake of his merits, the general asked me to send him back to see his family for the last time."

"I'm going to die!" Du Qiuhong's face beamed with joy.But quickly converged.

But how can you die in your own home, it's unlucky.

But she didn't dare to say that, so she could only help carry him in.

Seeing the heavy rain, the coachman took Du Qiuhong's umbrella and hit the lying man.

The corner of Du Qiuhong's mouth twitched.Follow behind the strong man and go in.

"My mission is complete, let's take a step first." The man clasped his fists, turned around and entered the rain.

The three children in the family also ran out when they saw that someone had left.The eldest is Cheng Fuzhi, who is fat as a mountain, and the younger two are a five-year-old brother and a two-year-old daughter, Cheng Shaoer and Cheng Baoer.

Cheng Fu, who was so fat that he couldn't see it, said, "Mother, is this Cheng Langyu?" Cheng Fu is fifteen years old, five years younger than Cheng Langyu.

He couldn't understand this big brother the most, he laughed viciously, and kicked the man's leg.The fat on his greasy face trembled.

Du Qiuhua loves this nominal eldest son the most.

Cheng Langyu was born to the daughter-in-law in front of Cheng Anhua. When she entered, Cheng Langyu was already fifteen.Relying on studying for several years, those eyes were so deep that she dared not look at them.

She grabbed her fat son.Drive away the later girls.

"What are you looking at, be careful that he gets up and digs out your eyeballs."

She held her son's hand tightly and looked at Cheng Langyu's face.

Observed from a few meters away for a while.

Seeing that people let out more breath and less breath, which is similar to when his father died, she let go of her apprehension.

She covered her mouth and laughed a few times, pulled her eldest son closer, and whispered a few words: "Cheng Langyu can't die in our house."

"Your father is long gone. If he were in our house, we would have to hold a funeral for him, which would cost a lot of money."

Cheng Langyu's father, Cheng Anhua, was a hunter.When he was there, Du Qiuhong managed to save a lot of money, and now it's all in her hands.This suddenly came back to the son born to the previous woman, and she didn't want to take over.

"Then what should we do?" Cheng Fuzhi smiled, his face full of malice.

"Doesn't that bitch Lin Xiangli like to live in thatched huts? The thatched hut at the bottom of the mountain has been abandoned for so long and no one has gone there. Let's leave him there."If it is not eaten, it is a big deal to dig a hole and throw it in.Also save trouble.

"Also, keep your mouth shut outside. If anyone asks, just say that you sent him to his grandpa's house overnight."

"Yeah." So, in the middle of the night.

After the rain stopped, the two little ones were locked in the house, and she and Cheng Fuzhi carried the stretcher away intact.

Her family lived on the outskirts of the village, and by going around the back of the house, they could avoid the dogs in the village.

After passing the village, I walked to the ridge of the field.Du Qiuhong muttered: "This quilt looks new, but I will not take it away for you out of mercy." Although her eyes were hot, she thought of the money in her hand, so she didn't do anything.

After all, Cheng Langyu's own family would use the things that Cheng Langyu had used, which is really a little strange.

Cheng Fuzhi was panting badly. "Mother, how long will it be?" He wanted to throw him into the paddy field.

"Hurry up, hurry up, keep going."

After walking and stopping for about two quarters of an hour, the two arrived behind the hut. "Mom, throw it here?"

"No, what if a hunter sees it, throw it in."

Du Qiuhong felt relieved after thinking about solving such a big trouble.She stepped into the courtyard gate familiarly, and carried him into the house in the dark.

"Okay, put it here."

After putting the person down, Du Qiuhong's words were full of joy: "Let's go, go quickly."

He couldn't live in this house after living there for half a year, forcing Cheng Anhua to rebuild the house with blue bricks and big tiles.

It was Lin Xiangli who was so stupid, she would rather live in such a bad place than let her son study.

Look, it is still the end of premature death.

It would be better if the house here collapsed, and people would be crushed under it, and no one would know.

The footsteps gradually went away.

Ye Chudong who was hiding in the haystack held his breath and almost couldn't catch his breath.

He was cold in the middle of the night and did not sleep soundly.He woke up when he heard footsteps outside.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, his eyes widened in horror, and he tightly covered his mouth.Afraid of being discovered by others, killing people to silence them.

Fortunately, he left.

But... it seems that something has been put in.

Ye Liandong hugged her knees and hid on the wooden bed in the haystack.With his chin resting on his knees, he quietly waited for the dawn.

The rain stopped last night, and the sun is brighter today.

Ye Liandong's eyelashes trembled, and the small face exposed by the rain was so delicate that it was outrageous.

The black herbs faded away, and the fair skin was as white as the finest suet jade.

The eyes are like clear springs, penetrating and pure; the small nose is like a deer in the mountains, with a bright red tip; the lips are somewhat malnourished and pale, but they are better than their beautiful shape.

Especially the red hemorrhoids between the eyebrows, which are like peach petals the size of a fingernail, are gorgeously red.Let the pure face have more obsequious obsequiousness.

There is no face or stooped posture that can be deliberately hidden, he is simple and pure, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a mountain elf.