Thatched hut of this size is really similar to a cowshed. It will be very suitable for huts to be locked up. It is very inappropriate for huts to be housed. Is this the home?

Liu Hao didn't believe his eyes very much, but he couldn't believe it. This is true.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw that the house was filled with debris, mostly funeral supplies, but fortunately it was arranged neatly and neatly. Liu Hao originally thought that the house would be messy, but it was so orderly, and Liu Hao was really surprised.

Liu Hao already understood a lot of things. Now that he has come to the Song Dynasty, he has to be called Wu Ji. He is the youngest scholar in Guixin County, a big shot in Wujiazhuang, the first scholar in Wujiazhuang in many years, and the pride of Wujiazhuang.

Although Wu Ji was a famous scholar, he was weak and sickly since childhood. He was a tuberculosis. Just before the New Year, his condition suddenly worsened and he was bedridden. In order to make fun, the elders of Wujiazhuang, especially the third uncle, who was named Wu Qing, worked the most hard and asked Wu Ji to marry a relative, so that he could cure his illness.

It was because of the fact that Mrs. Yang got married. As soon as Mrs. Yang got married, she had to take care of Wu Ji, treat Wu Ji, get medicine, wash clothes, cook, and stay busy all day long. Just taking care of Wu Ji took her a lot of time, and she also had to farm and collect firewood. How much time can she have to clean up the house?

If the house is messy, it is reasonable. Wu Ji had to be slightly surprised.

After a while of trouble, Wu Ji shined the sun and felt a little warmer on his body. However, the person who died for a long time had not returned to normal, he still felt cold and shivered. Madam Yang was busy holding firewood, raising fire, and holding Wu Ji down and baking him well.

With fire, Wu Ji felt that the warmth in his body became stronger, and the blood circulated, bringing a sense of comfort. He only felt that this fire was the most beautiful thing in life.

At this moment, Wu Qing and those who helped to mourn came, surrounded Wu Ji, and all of them were filled with joy. Scholars, that was a big shot. The scholar in Wujiazhuang was a banner of Wujiazhuang. If these people from Wujiazhuang walked out, if someone didn't know their origin, they just needed to say "Scholars Wu is from our village", and they would definitely give people courtesy and be superior.

When Wu Ji came alive, they were also happy. They surrounded Wu Ji and said something nice and asked Wu Ji to raise him well.

After a while, these people said goodbye one after another.

"Ji'er, you should raise your care and you will get better." Wu Qing was most happy, with a lot of pity in his eyes, and looked at Wu Ji: "You all go and prepare. Tomorrow, we will go hunting bears. This bear has been causing our village some days. Originally, Ji'er was going to hunt for death a few days ago, but Ji'er was seriously ill, so he kept dragging him. Now, Ji'er is cured and it's time to go hunting bears."

"Okay!" The young people were very happy and cheered in unison.

"If you hunt the bear, you will have meat to eat!"

"Bear bile is worth a lot of money, right?

"This bear is very big, and the footprints are scary enough. The bear gall can definitely be sold at a good price."

Whenever the bear is mentioned, everyone talks and expresses their opinions, looking forward to the good things after hunting the bear.

"Oh!" Wu Qing looked at Wu Ji and sighed again, feeling very regretful: "It's a pity that Ji'er's body bones are too poor and she can't go with us. Otherwise, she could give him more. His poor body bones need to be replenished the most."

"Uncle San, where did you say this? Although Brother Xiucai can't hunt bears, he can give him more. He is the only scholar in our Wujiazhuang!" The first young man who wastrayed Wu Ji said good things to Wu Ji, and his name was Wu Qiang.

"That's right, that's right!" Wu Qing agreed with Wu Qiang's words and waved his hand and said, "You all go and prepare! I'll go up the mountain tomorrow morning! Ji'er, you should raise it well! I'll hunt a bear tomorrow and I will definitely cut you a big piece of it!"

"Uncle Xie San!" The scholar was very popular in this era. Wu Ji didn't have to work hard and reserved a large piece of bear meat. Wu Ji was a little surprised.

Wu Qing looked at Wu Ji lovingly and then walked away quickly. Wu Qiang smiled at Wu Ji and then left.

The crowd left, only Wu Ji and Madam Yang were left. Wu Ji then looked at Madam Yang carefully, a pretty man with heroic spirit in his eyebrows and eyes. Although he was dressed in a coarse cloth, he could not hide his pure and beautiful appearance.

When Mrs. Yang saw Wu Ji looking at her, she couldn't help but feel shy. She lowered her head and kept rubbing the corners of her clothes with her little hands.

"Wu Lang, take a rest, I'll go cook!" Madam Yang was very shy. It would be better to run away than to leave.

"Cooking?" When Wu Ji mentioned the word "Food", his stomach was no longer healthy and made a gurgling protest. It was time to eat something. The dead man was resurrected and eat something, so he would be better sooner?

After a while, Wu Ji felt a little cold. It turned out that the door was not closed. The cold wind came in and had to close the door. Wu Ji stood up, his body was a little shaking, and he had not fully recovered. He was not very adaptable. He supported him to walk a few steps and walked steadily with the activation of his bloodline. When he arrived at the door, he couldn't find the door panel. Where was the door?

"Wu Lang, everyone blames me. There is no wooden board at home, so I dismantle the door board and make it..." Mrs. Yang's voice came from behind. Wu Ji turned around and looked at her with a look of self-blame, as if she had made a huge mistake.

She didn't say anything later, and Wu Ji also understood that the door panel was dismantled and made into a coffin, so she was so poor!

"I won't blame you! I won't blame you!" Wu Ji felt very uncomfortable when he took on the responsibility of supporting his family and was busy comforting Mrs. Yang. If he wanted to blame himself, he should blame his ex-Mr. A big man who can't support the family, but also needs the little girl to support him. Is this still natural?

"I really blame me, it's because I didn't keep a good family!" As Mrs. Yang said, her eyes turned red and tears were about to fall.

When Wu Ji saw this, he was a little nervous. This is the man's responsibility, how can he blame the girl? Wu Ji hurriedly changed the topic: "Is the meal ready? I'm a little hungry!"

Madam Yang's face changed and she hurriedly said, "Okay! Okay! Wu Lang, sit down, I'll give you this." She helped Wu Ji sit next to the broken table supported by four branches, and hurriedly gave Wu Ji a meal.

Wu Ji was so hungry that he was a little nervous. When he mentioned the word "friday", he was looking forward to it.

What will you eat? Big fish and meat are definitely not good, it is not something that this family can afford. Brown rice is rough, right? This is very reliable. In this case, it is great happiness to eat brown rice with rough rice.

Just as Wu Ji was distracted, Madam Yang brought a bowl forward and put it in front of Wu Ji, with a look of guilt: "Wu Lang, there is nothing delicious at home. You can cushion first, I'll borrow some food."

"No need to be so troublesome, just eat..." Wu Ji was shocked by the situation in the bowl before he finished speaking.

This is not rice, this is a mirror! A pale, slightly handsome face in the bowl, with a nose, eyes, lips, and hair clearly visible.

A bowl of hot water and a few yellow wild vegetables were the first meal Wu Ji had eaten after he was reborn. Wu Ji felt like a fish bone stuck in his throat. He wanted to speak, but couldn't speak.

"Wu Lang, it's useless to blame me..." Mrs. Yang's self-blame broke the silence.

"Oh!" Wu Ji sighed.

In the last life, Wu Ji's fate suddenly changed, from a white-collar worker to a poor man, and lived a few years of poor life. However, even so, it was a heavenly life compared to the present. At least, Wu Ji's meal was full and he didn't have to go hungry.

Unexpectedly, I just reborn and had not yet escaped from the joy of resurrection, and I lived a poor life. This is the real poor life!

"I won't blame you, I won't blame you, I really won't blame you!" Wu Ji's eyes turned red and his voice was a little choked.

Although life was miserable, she had a wonderful memory. Mrs. Yang thought about him everywhere and took responsibility for herself that originally belonged to a man. This was much better than her girlfriend before and was so heartwarming!

"Do you?" Wu Ji held Madam Yang in his arms and asked softly.

"I have it! I have it!" Madam Yang hugged Wu Ji in her arms, both shy and a little surprised. This was the first time that Wu Ji had had such a close contact with her after she had been married for so long.

"You are lying!" Wu Ji couldn't hear it. He said domineeringly: "Go and get the bowl! Let's share it!"

"Wu Lang, no, there is really something!" Madam Yang was busy lying.

"Do you still want to cheat?" Wu Ji stood up and went to the stove to see that the pot was empty and there was no soup. He took a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, returned to the table, poured half a bowl of the soup for Mrs. Yang, and gave her a few wild vegetables, leaving only one in the bowl.

Madam Yang seemed to be anxious, and tears were almost pouring out. But Wu Ji put the bowl in front of her and said domineeringly: "I am the head of the family, I have the final say at home. I want you to drink this bowl of vegetable soup!"

Although Wu Ji was domineering, he was full of care. After Madam Yang married for so long, she had never received such care from Wu Ji. She couldn't help but feel sad and started crying.

"Why!"

Wu Ji sighed in his heart. If such a bigger girl is in another time and space, it is the time when she receives the most care of her parents. If her parents hold it in her mouth, they are afraid of melting it, and if they hold it in her hands, they will not be as hard as Madam Yang, who is as sick as a tuberculosis and shoulder the burden of supporting her family.

Can such a petite person afford it?

"If I can't let her live a good life, I will be in vain!" Wu Ji secretly warned himself.

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