Chapter 2 The poor family has only four walls left
"Xing'er, drink slowly, there is still in the pot." As soon as he woke up the next day, Zhao Xing's mother brought the long-cooked porridge to Zhao Xing's bed.
Looking at the young woman who was still red and swollen in front of her, her face was haggard but still couldn't hide her beautiful face, Yang Zhijun felt a little confused.
"This is the only relative of my family after rebirth. My mother, Yang Zhijun, is so young, she is only 32 or 3 years old." Yang Zhijun was over 30 years old in his previous life, and he didn't know how old the body he occupied now was. Looking around, the family was poor and there were only four walls left, so he would definitely not be able to find a mirror to look at it.
He sighed in his heart. Yang Zhijun held the bowl and drank a bit of green and difficult to swallow. He frowned casually. Although this thing is pure natural and unadditive, it tastes really bitter. I guess there is not much food at home. Don’t even think about big fish and meat!
"Xing'er, you can eat some porridge first. I will sell the gun and golden eagle bow that your father left for you tomorrow. I will buy some meat and vegetables for you to make up for it." Zhao Xingniang looked at Zhao Xing with concern and said voluntarily.
"Mom, how long have I been sick?" Yang Zhijun could no longer pretend to be disagreeable and called out to mom.
"You have been having a fever for five days, and you were unconscious on the third day. After the doctor came to see you, he asked the family to prepare for your funeral. Yesterday my mother sold the old cow at home and changed the coffin. She asked the neighbors for help last night and kept you away and prepared to be buried today..." Zhao Xingniang lowered her head and said softly. Maybe she was feeling guilty for being able to restrain her son.
"Hey, what is the purpose of laying this straw mat in the house?" Zhao Xing asked curiously at a straw mat next to the coffin in the middle of the main hall.
"It was my mother who prepared it for me. It was the one I used to wrap my body after I buried you." Zhao Xingniang's tears rolled in her eyes and said with a sob, "Your father is gone, you are gone, and it will be meaningless for my mother to live in this world. It is better to go to the underworld road and walk faster and you can catch up and take care of you..."
"Mom..." Zhao Xing couldn't say a word, tears flowed like a spring. No matter in his past and present life, he had never been so sad. From the woman in front of him, Yang Zhijun could feel the deep love, that is the most selfless maternal love in the world and the greatest feeling in the world - even if he dies, he would leave the coffin to his son!
From this moment on, Yang Zhijun began to identify with his new identity and began to accept the woman in front of him from the bottom of his heart. He told himself in his heart that since God gave him a new life, since he could not go back to the time before rebirth, he had to seize the opportunity and live happily, not for others, but for the mother in front of him, he would also work hard in great spirits!
To emphasize, the name of pig's feet in the future will be Zhao Xing, and Yang Zhijun has become history since then.
"Mom, after I woke up this time, I can't remember anything about the past. Maybe I was burned up." In order to prevent people from asking about "Zhao Xing" in the future, Zhao Xing gave his mother a vaccination, for fear that Zhao would "get out" after asking.
"As long as you still recognize your mother, it is God's favor when you wake up," Zhao Xingniang said briskly, "As long as you are still here, your mother will have support, and your mother will not be alone."
In fact, Zhao was already happy. Before his rebirth, Zhao Xing suffered from smallpox a few years ago. After he was rescued, he became a fool. He could call his mother and say he was hungry and knew nothing else. Like Zhao Xing's words are clear and orderly. Perhaps, it was really clear that his son woke up this time and was obviously much smarter.
If Yang Zhijun knew that Zhao Xing, who was reincarnated, was still an idiot in his previous life, he would definitely be full of tears again. Not only did he travel through time, he was still an idiot in his lifetime!
"Mom, who were the two who came to force you last night?"
"It's the housekeeper and servant of Huang Yuanwai's house in the town. I haven't paid my rent this year and I've been here three or five times."
"Does our family have no land?"
"Your grandfather still had a few acres of land in his generation, and there were several droughts in your father's generation. In order to support you, your father sold a few acres of land. Now our family is a tenant of Mr. Huang's family."
"How did my father die?" Zhao Xing asked.
"This child used to know that his father was seriously injured and died by a servant of Mr. Huang's family in order to protect him. Now that he is awake, I can't tell him, so as not to find someone to fight to the death." Zhao thought secretly in his heart, but said, "Your father went to the mountain to hunt and was injured by a big insect. He left shortly after he got home, leaving only our orphan and widowed mother to depend on each other."
Looking up at the sunshine on the roof and looking around the two thatched houses in the house, Zhao Xing felt confused. He couldn't live this life!
"Mom, the butler Xing and the servant thought that his son was frightened away last night. They probably would come again today. It is fake to urge the rent, and it is true that they want to force you to sell yourself to the Huang family!" Zhao Xing frowned and said hatefully.
"It turns out that what I want to do is to deal with it for a few more days. After you are buried, a hemp rope will be knotted and will not be ruined." Zhao Xingniang said miserably.
"Mom, with me here, no one can bully you in the future!" Zhao Xing clenched his fists and secretly swore in his heart, "If you dare to bully my mother in the future, you will teach him to splatter blood on the spot. If you violate this oath, the heavens and the heavens will abandon each other!"
Under Zhao Xingniang's guidance, Zhao Xing dug up the ground under the bed where he slept, and set out a long spear and a large bow that was carefully bandaged with linen. Although Zhao Xing played with a "gun" of hot weapons in his previous life, he also felt extraordinary from the materials used for the two weapons.
Zhao Xing carefully collected two weapons and a set of secrets describing martial arts. In the future, without the guns and cannons from his previous life, Zhao Xing could only rely on the weapons in his hands to defend the safety and dignity of himself and his mother.
After waiting for a day, the Huang family's servant who was not bullying came to the door. Zhao's heart finally calmed down.
At night, Zhao Xing expressed his thoughts: "Mom, we can't stay here anymore! The Huang family will not let us go."
"There is a place to go, but the journey is long. I'm afraid your body will not be able to bear it..." Zhao Xingniang said voluntarily.
"My body is fine, it's much better. I don't know where the place I'm talking about?" Zhao Xing heard that there was a place to change, and he felt energetic.
"My mother's hometown is in Shangdang, Bingzhou, and she also has some land at home, so she can go and surrender."
"Okay! Let's go! You can't waste it like this anymore. Mom, we will leave overnight, otherwise the evil thief of the Huang family will come to ask for Tian Zu again tomorrow, and I'm afraid I will fight them to the death." Zhao Xing frowned and said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!