The Only Favourite Ugly Husband

With a knife, Jiang Zhen leaves the Jiang family gate.

On the He Cheng County side, most families eat three meals a day. Of course, the poor at home can only eat two meals.

The big guy gets up just before dawn in the morning, gets to work, and then around 7: 00, he eats his first meal of the day. This meal is basically porridge, of course rich people can eat it instead of flowers.

After eating, they will continue to work. Almost noon, that is, almost 12 noon, they will eat a second meal. Families with enough basic food will eat dry meals. If there is not enough food, they will have to continue drinking porridge.

And in the evening, people would eat another meal, most farmers' families, just like in the morning, eating porridge.

Although he eats three meals a day, the most serious meal is the lunch meal, and the Jiang family just ate this meal at noon.

Due to yesterday's busy night, Jiang's first meal today is much later than usual, and also due to the fact that we had more dry meals that were served to guests yesterday in the morning, so we were very hungry, so this second meal was also delayed by an hour. Jiang Zhen looked at the sky and knew how fast it was now estimated that it was a little over two o'clock.

Wake up one day and one night, good to eat and rest, Jiang Zhen has gained a bit of strength, now carrying more than ten kilograms of knife does not feel tired at all, just has been lying for a long time, my body is sore.

The early spring wind is a little cold, but this body is afraid of being used to freezing, but it's a good fit... Jiang Zhen flipped through the memory of Mr. Jiang, looked around and began to understand the world.

This place is a plain. Jiang Zhen only saw a small, slightly small mountain bag. At the same time, it has a large population and rivers.

Although the history of "Daqi” dynasty Jiang Zhen is familiar, the environment here is similar to that of the ancient Chinese village of Jiangnan Fish Rice.

This river west village not only has a river, but also several ponds, the river is filled with vegetables and vegetables such as green vegetable shoots, and two or three hundred meters apart, one room is misdistributed, which is the residence of the villagers of Hexi village.

The sun was fine, and a few women were either washing their vegetables or washing their laundry on the steps stoned out by the river, talking as they washed.

They saw Jiang Zhen walking by the river, but nobody was going to say hello to Mr. Jiang, and saw Jiang Zhen with a knife, only to ask the people around him: “Where is Mr. Jiang holding a knife? Which house is going to kill a pig? ”

“Haven't heard. ”

“I followed, and if someone kills a pig, I call it a pound of meat. ”

……

Several women said a few words and someone followed Jiang Zhen. However, Jiang Zhen did not go to kill the pig, but turned to the thatched house belonging to the Jiang family where he had been lying before.

Both the thatched house and the village house were a little far away, so the Jiang family moved away after they had money. The house only kept straw and a bunch of mulberries.

Removing the fact that the house is too broken, Jiang Zhen quite likes it here, at least quietly, and can still see Zhao's house far away.

He moved straw from the house to the door, Jiang Zhenyi | sat down and put the knife next to him.

Jiang Zhen found another bundle of mulberries and began to peel them.

To make the mulberry leaves bigger and easier to pick, families that grow silkworms cut all the branches of the mulberry tree each year. When these branches are peeled off, people will spend a few copper plates to buy them, while the thick wooden poles in the middle of the fingers, like straw, are used to make fire and cook.

Old Boss Jiang didn't know what the mulberry was for, but Jiang Zhen could guess-- most of the mulberry was used to make paper.

In ancient times, if he could make paper, he had a livelihood, but... Jiang Zhen's knowledge of paper production was limited to what the teacher said during the four major inventions of history class, and the few sentences he occasionally turned to later in the book to explain that the specific matter was unknown, not to mention that he was poor and had no money.

How do you feed yourself after yourself? To kill pigs?

Old boss Jiang worked with old man Jiang. He learned to kill pigs. The pig slayer is also responsible for turning pig intestines and other dirty work. Old man Jiang did not do it long ago, all by him. These jobs have no technical content. Jiang Zhen learned by turning his memory, but he also knew that it was difficult to live a good life on his own.

Forget it, it's a big deal to be a foreman first. Brother Zhao Jin is just a foreman.

Jiang Zhen slowly stripped a pile of mulberry skin and was about to walk around. He saw Zhao Jin walking down the road in front of his door.

“Brother Zhao Jin!” Jiang Zhen shouted and stood up.

Brother Zhao Jin looked at Jiang Zhen with some surprise and walked towards Jiang Zhen, but stopped a few steps away: “What's wrong? ”

After he asked, he said, "How is your health doing, Mr. Jiang? ”

“I'm fine, thank you for yesterday.” Jiang Zhendao, take out two eggs and hand them to Brother Zhao Jin: “Here you go. ”

“I can't take your eggs. A bowl of potato congee is worthless.” Brother Zhao Jin immediately refused, his family had no excess food to feed the chickens, eggs and other things are quite expensive for him.

“This egg is not for the potato congee, but for your help, isn't my life worth two eggs?” Jiang Zhen wanted to shove the eggs to Brother Zhao Jin.

Brother Zhao Jin subconsciously avoided, paused and said: “You keep your body..."

“I have more here, look.” Jiang Zhen found three more eggs to show Brother Zhao Jin.

Brother Zhao Jin looked at Jiang Zhen with some surprise. He also knew that Boss Jiang had been wronged by his parents. Where did he get the five eggs now?

“You rescued me once yesterday, and you rescued me from the river once before, and you can't fail me to repay you.” Jiang Zhen grabbed Brother Zhao's hand and stuffed him with two eggs.

The Jiang butcher's body is very tall. Mr. Jiang's individual is also quite tall in this village. Brother Zhao Jin is about as tall as him. His hands are also very large. Two eggs can be easily held.

Jiang Zhen grabbed this very rough hand, suddenly a little ape-inspired horse, but before he could figure out his mood, Zhao Jin had already broken his hand.

Jiang Zhen raised his head and saw Brother Zhao Jin muffled his head and said "Thank you”. He left without going back.

I wanted to say a few words to Brother Zhao Jin, Jiang Zhen was a little stunned, but soon realized... Brother Zhao Jin seemed shy?

A whistle was blown, Jiang Zhen hid the remaining three eggs in the thatched house, intending to send them to Brother Zhao Jin tomorrow.

He has already eaten two chicken legs this day. He can't absorb any more. Why don't you use eggs to chat with Brother Zhao Jin?

And... he used this boss Jiang's body some defects need to be well maintained, why not taste Zhao Jin's body? The Zhao family is landless and has been underfed. Brother Zhao Jin used to work around for short periods of time, which was more vigorously summoned by the owner. His body is not much better than that of Boss Jiang.

Having met the savior, Jiang Zhen picked up the knife and walked back to Jiang's house, intending to go back and wait for dinner.

Brother Zhao Jin had returned to his home by now, holding two eggs. His demeanor was quite unnatural.

He had seen a beautiful woman in the village, her brother was given eggs by an admirer, but he grew so big, no one had ever given him a gift...

But Boss Jiang's eggs must be different from those people. He is no different from men now, and everyone else treats him like a man.

“Brother Kim, are you back?” Zhao Liu saw his son and smiled on his face.

“Mmm.” Zhao Jin answered and gave her the eggs: “Yesterday I gave Mr. Jiang a bowl of porridge and he gave me two eggs. ”

“What's a bowl of porridge worth two eggs? You gotta give it back.” Zhao Liu thought this egg could not be taken.

“He also said he wanted to thank me for saving him.” Brother Zhao Jin added.

Speaking of this, Zhao Liu thought it was nothing to take an egg: “Yes, he should thank you. If it weren't for our brother Jin, he would be drowned.” Zhao Liu said, thinking about the fact that Jiang's family didn't say thank you that day, some dissatisfaction: “Although Mr. Jiang kept quiet all day, it was a good thing, his mother was too much. Brother Jin, you saved Mr. Jiang that day, she didn't even know how to say thank you. ”

“That's nothing.” Brother Zhao Jin said, when he saw Boss Jiang drowning, he remembered his own brother who drowned, so he didn't want to go into the water to save people, but he didn't intend to repay anything.

“Nothing, you saved someone's life, if it's in the play, people should agree with each other.” Zhao Liu said.

“Mother." If Brother Zhao Jin interrupted his mother, who would agree with him?

Zhao Liu sighed again. Since they dug up the eyebrow beads, people in the village actually saw Jin as a man. He saved a grown man from the water with one pair, and no one felt wrong.

It would be nice if Big Brother Jiang could get into their house. Although he doesn't like to talk, he is honest and willing to live a life... unfortunately, some people in the village helped them to visit Jiang's house a few years ago, and Lady Jiang refused.

She knew that Old Lady Jiang wanted to leave Mr. Jiang to work at home, but she was an outsider and had nothing to say.

The Zhao Liu family was somewhat disappointed to serve a bowl of porridge, stripped an egg and put it in for Brother Zhao Jin.

“Mother, you eat this porridge, you are not well, you should have eaten a few eggs to make up for it.” Brother Zhao Jin cut the rest of the egg open with a knife: “I'll do it with Dad in half. ”

Zhao Liu couldn't compete with his son. He ate the egg. Zhao Jin also ate his half of the egg cherishingly.

Eating the eggs, he inevitably thought of Boss Jiang and then felt something was wrong.

Today, Mr. Jiang spoke generously and vomited clearly. He kept his head and waistplate straight, more like a replacement than before.