Transmigrating into a Turbulent Era as a Soldier, Starting with Marrying a Wife

Seeing Xiaoxia's expression,

Li Yuan didn't need to guess to know that the one raging inside the house should be Xiaoxia's father.

Looking at Xiaoxia's pitiful expression, her face bitter as she didn't dare to approach.

Li Yuan could only walk to the door alone and said loudly towards the house.

"Son-in-law Li Yuan, greets Uncle."

"Huh?"

A puzzled sound came from the wooden house.

Immediately, the curtain was lifted.

A middle-aged man strode out of the house.

This man was tall and had dark skin, but his face was a bit thin, with a square face, sword-like eyebrows, wide eyes, and sharp eyes.

There was a scar on the side of his face, and his hair and beard were gray.

Li Yuan's eyelids twitched, Xiaoxia's father looked like someone not to be trifled with.

He came out of the house and saw Li Yuan at first glance.

The middle-aged man looked a bit puzzled.

He didn't recognize this young man.

Looking up again, he saw Xiaoxia hiding behind Li Yuan like a quail.

Rage instantly filled the middle-aged man's face, and he shouted towards Xiaoxia's direction.

"You little girl! Get over here!"

Xiaoxia quickly pouted, lowered her head, and obediently walked over.

Then with a thud, she knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice.

"Dad... Dad, Xiaoxia is back."

The middle-aged man had an angry expression.

"He... He is my husband."

"What!?"

Unsurprisingly, the middle-aged man was furious.

Then he turned around to go into the wooden house to find something to hit people with.

"Good for you, unfilial daughter, you didn't even ask your father before marrying yourself off!"

"Do you still take me, your father, seriously!?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man carried a wooden stick as thick as an arm and came out of the house, heading towards Xiaoxia.

Subsequently, a dramatic scene appeared in the village. Xiaoxia ran ahead while begging, while the middle-aged man chased after her like a ferocious god.

From time to time, there were painful cries from Xiaoxia when she was beaten.

The scene of this father educating his unfilial daughter was truly unbearable to witness, Li Yuan's face was full of black lines and his mouth twitched.

He could only hurriedly shout.

"Uncle, please don't be angry, take care of your body!"

Xiaoxia also shouted while running.

"Dad, don't hit me, don't let my husband laugh at me."

The middle-aged man finally stopped.

Perhaps he was just recovering from a serious illness, he leaned on the stick and gasped for breath.

His gaze turned to Li Yuan again.

He looked at him with scrutinizing eyes for a long time, and then asked with an unkind expression.

"Where does your boy live? What do you do?"

Li Yuan hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Reporting to Uncle, I am the head of the military household in Dongshan Village."

"Oh?"

Xiaoxia popped out from the side and interjected.

"Dad, my husband is wearing a blackwood waist牌."

"When the military households were tested, he was a strongman who could lift a three-hundred-斤 stone lock."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

He walked up to Li Yuan and carefully sized him up again.

"Boy, take off your blackwood waist牌 and let me see it."

Hearing this, Li Yuan had no choice but to untie the waist牌 and hand it to the middle-aged man.

Xiaoxia's father took the waist牌 and looked at it carefully.

He also stroked it with his hand.

Then he nodded.

"Not bad, boy."

"You're quite capable."

"Then what brings you here this time?"

Li Yuan hurriedly said with a serious expression.

"I heard from Xiaoxia that Uncle was sick a few days ago."

"This time, I brought some wine and food to visit Uncle."

As he spoke, he had Xiaoxia bring over the carrying pole.

The middle-aged man's nose twitched a few times.

"Huh? This smell, could it be wine!?"

He walked to the carrying pole and looked carefully.

Sure enough, he found two wine pots hanging on the carrying pole.

Moreover, judging from the style of the wine pots, it was the Chunjiang Brew from the county town.

Seeing the wine, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and his expression instantly became much kinder.

He nodded to Li Yuan and said.

"Not bad, boy, you have a good heart."

"Come, come into the house and sit down."

Li Yuan looked at the middle-aged man holding the wine pot with a happy expression.

He couldn't help but shake his head and smile wryly in his heart.

If he had known this earlier, he would have taken out the wine sooner, and Xiaoxia could have avoided a beating.

Li Yuan entered the wooden house and took a look.

The area inside the house was not very large, only about twenty square meters.

In the middle of the wooden house, a fire pit was built with a few stones.

A fire was lit in the center of the fire pit, and a rough pottery pot was placed on top of it.

The middle-aged man patted the side of the fire pit and said to Li Yuan.

"Since you're here, boy, have a few drinks with me."

"Don't be polite, find a seat yourself."

Li Yuan had no choice but to smile and sit down.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the wooden house.

Two more middle-aged men walked in.

"Uncle Jiang, you have wine here, why didn't you say so."

"That's right, we brothers just hunted two wild rabbits today, to add a dish for you."

After speaking, they sat down very familiarly by the side of the fire pit.

They first glanced at the handsome Li Yuan.

Then they asked Xiaoxia's father.

"Who is this?"

Xiaoxia's father smiled wryly and said.

"You two are laughing at me, this is the boy Xiaoxia brought back."

"Consider him my son-in-law."

The two first showed surprised expressions, and then both showed smiles, cupping their hands at Li Yuan.

Li Yuan could only get up and return the greeting.

Xiaoxia's real name was Jiang Xiaoxia.

Her father's surname was naturally also Jiang.

So the people in the village all called him Uncle Jiang.

Because Uncle Jiang was a generous person, he was supported by the mountain people here and was considered the leader of this mountain village.

After everyone was seated, Xiaoxia went to the kitchen to get busy.

Before long, she used the brought腊肉 and the ingredients in the house to make a few拿手菜 and brought them up.

The brought wine was also poured into rough pottery bowls and placed on the table.

The mountain people didn't have many rules.

Seeing wine and meat, they were not polite, holding bowls and drinking wine, eating meat in large mouthfuls.

After a few cups of wine, everyone became enthusiastic.

Under Uncle Jiang's introduction, Li Yuan learned that.

These two rather familiar middle-aged men were also the leaders of the mountain hunters.

The darker man was called Wang Shitou, and the stronger man was called Zhang Tiebao.

They were both Uncle Jiang's close friends.

Xiaoxia called them Uncle Shitou and Uncle Baozi.

Both of them were forthright people, and after some exchanges, they hit it off with Li Yuan.

Li Yuan also wanted to make friends with them, so he started chatting with them.

The topic was nothing more than life in the mountains.

Speaking of the current situation in the mountains, the two mountain leaders both complained bitterly.

Most of those who came to be mountain people were farmers who had lost their land, runaway slaves, and households oppressed by officials, gentry, and powerful families.

They could only rely on hunting and gathering in the mountains to make a living.

Although it was more free and unfettered than being tied to the land as a farmer.

But life in the mountains was very hard.

Not only was there a shortage of clothing and food, but there were also no doctors to treat illnesses.

Moreover, there were often wild beasts in the mountains that injured people.

Speaking of the pain, everyone sighed.

Uncle Jiang took a sip of wine and shook his head and said.

"After saying so much, it's actually just that the mountains are poor."

"There's no way to make money, we can only struggle to survive."

Li Yuan took a sip of wine, deep in thought.

Suddenly he opened his mouth and said to the three of them.

"Uncles, I have a way to make money."

"Do you want to hear it?"

The few were stunned, and all became interested.

Uncle Shitou patted Li Yuan on the shoulder and said.

"What way, tell us about it."

Li Yuan pointed to a black stone in the corner of the house and asked.

"Uncles, is this kind of black stone common in the mountains?"

"Oh, you're talking about石炭."

Uncle Shitou was the first to react.

"Yes, there's a lot, there's a cave in the back mountain of our village."

"There's a lot of this石炭 inside."

The石炭 Uncle Shitou was talking about was actually coal.

After being in the Great Liang Dynasty for so many days, Li Yuan hadn't discovered that the locals used coal on a large scale.

Whether it was for heating, fuel, or iron smelting, it seemed that they were mostly using wood and charcoal.

At first, Li Yuan thought that the area didn't produce coal.

But he didn't expect that after entering the mountains, at Xiaoxia's house, he would find that the stones used to build the walls were actually石炭.

Seeing Li Yuan looking at the石炭 with a happy expression, Uncle Shitou said.

"If you like this black stone, boy, I'll take you to dig it."

"You can take as much as you want."

Li Yuan thought for a moment, then asked Uncle Shitou again.

"If someone carries this石炭 to Dongshan Village."

"I'll give 20文 per担."

"Is there anyone here who is willing to do it?"

Uncle Shitou's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked.

"Boy, is what you say true!?"