Hunting, farming and raising a husband

Chapter 12 Seeing a Ghost?

Getting a husband is a big deal.

Cheng Langyu is a person who takes action immediately after making a decision.

He stretched his eyebrows and said, "Well, I'll go to the town tomorrow to get the money."

"That's right." Cheng Langyu paused. Suddenly became indifferent.

Cheng Zhongshu couldn't help but sit up straight: "What?"

Cheng Langyu said: "Master, I don't want Cheng Anhua's house. I want to build a new house."

He planned to take his young husband to sleep there first at night, but he stayed with Du Qiuhua for a long time. If he continued to get along with that woman, he was afraid that he would kill her.

"Build a house?" Cheng Zhongshu was surprised. After realizing it, he quickly refused, "No, no, no." No

matter what Cheng Anhua did, Cheng Langyu, the eldest son, would inherit the family business. If he went to build a house, would it be Du's son who would build it?

Why is it Ayu?

"Ayu, Cheng Anhua was gone last winter, so you don't have to worry about him." Cheng Zhongshu took a puff of leaf cigarette and said seriously.

Cheng Langyu: "Go?"

"Look, I forgot to tell you. Last winter, in order to make some money for the New Year for that woman Du Qiuhong, that little kid went into the mountains in the middle of winter. Unexpectedly, it snowed that night... ...When I found it, it was frozen into popsicles." Speaking of this, the two old men sighed.

Tan Chunliu said sadly: "What he did is his retribution. But you can't abandon that house. He is unkind, but your mother's contribution is still there." Tan Chunliu liked Cheng Langyu very much at first

. His mother is talented and good at embroidery, so there will be no mother-in-law and daughter-in-law problems between the two of them.

But the fourth child is not a peaceful person. When Ayu Niang was here, he was eager to pass on his family wealth to the vixen outside. Later, the money for her son's education was also transferred, and Ayu's mother was angry to death.

The old Cheng family has been famous in Shanghua Village for hundreds of years, leaving an indelible stain on the evil-hearted man.

"My mother, I want to come out, but there are people living in that place. I am worried that my grandpa will take me to build this house so that I can make money for the New Year and let Brother Dong live in it."

Cheng Langyu looked at it with firm eyes. Looking at the old man.

How could Cheng Zhongshu not understand? This grandson is the most like me. He will be stubborn if he sees it right and will not give up until he achieves it.

Forget it, the children are older and have their own ideas.

"If you need me, just say it."

"I know, Master." Cheng Langyu lowered his sharpness and said obediently.

Cheng Zhongshu snorted lightly. "Then where do you want to build it?"

"The hut at the foot of the mountain." Cheng Langyu had already thought about the rest of the story when he decided to get honeysuckle leaves. He has lived at the foot of the mountain since he was a child. Later, Brother Dong came and stayed there for a few days.

The land over there is large, so we can raise the courtyard walls and build bigger houses.

"It's too far over there, and there's no one to take care of you." Cheng Zhongshu disagreed a little, but he could only talk. It would be great if this kid could listen to it for a minute or two.

"Grandpa, it's over there. My mother and I lived there all the time when we were kids."

"That's all, I can't help you." Cheng Zhongshu waved his hand, "It's getting late, so pack up and have a rest."

Tan Chunliu planned to let him The two slept in Cheng Limin's house first, but the guy hadn't come back yet.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Langyu said, "I'll take Brother Dong back there."

"I'm afraid there's going to be trouble." Cheng Zhongshu frowned.

"Sooner or later there will be trouble. The sooner the trouble is over, the better." Cheng Langyu stood up and went out without waiting for the second elder to see him off.

The two old men looked at Cheng Langyu and felt from the bottom of their hearts that their grandson had grown up. I used to be a strong and independent person, but now I am even more assertive.

"People who are married to their husbands are just different." The old lady pulled the quilt and covered Cheng Zhongshu, "Have a rest, oil lamps are expensive." "I understand." The

ancestral

house is in the center of the village, a little away from there. distance.

Not long after Du Qiuhong entered the house, she persuaded Cheng Anhua to buy land and build a brick house in the village. But maybe the woman had a guilty conscience and built her house in the south of the village, which is farthest away from her ancestral home.

Cheng Langyu led Ye Lonicera and walked slowly over there.

Villagers eat early in the evening so that they can take advantage of the last light to save money on lamp oil. It was dark now and there was no one on the road.

Although Ye Lonicera could only look at it in a blur, no one was more relaxed than him.

The cold wind passed by his face, and Cheng Langyu's warm hands covered it. "Is it cold?"

As soon as Ye Lonicera's long sleeves came out, Cheng Langyu put them down and put his hands in the sleeves to keep out the wind.

He gently rubbed his big hand on his cheek and whispered, "It's not cold."

"Are your feet cold?" Cheng Langyu saw that his shoes were worn out.

Ye Lonicera also knew it and curled up her toes in embarrassment. Murmured: "It's not cold."

Cheng Langyu let go of his hand and put the person in his arms as he did when he came. "I don't believe it."

Ye Lonicera choked.

"I'll buy you a new one tomorrow. Brother Dong, I'll give it up first." Seeing that he didn't speak, Cheng Langyu smiled wantonly and kissed him cheek by jowl.

Under the moonlight, those falcon-like eyes shone: "That woman Du Qiuhong may make a lot of noise later, husband,

please be more patient." Ye Lingdong held his hand and held it tightly.

"I will follow you from now on. I don't have anything to worry about." His low voice was like rice porridge that had been cooked for several hours, glutinous and sticky.

Cheng Langyu laughed out loud: "Well, it's great to have a husband."

Ye Lingdong's low magnetic voice in his ears and the hot air sprayed made his ears itchy, but he still responded with red eyes: "Yeah. "

While chatting, we arrived at the south of the village.

Cheng Anhua's house is considered grand in the village, with a main room, three bedrooms, a kitchen, a woodshed, and a pigsty.

Although Cheng Langyu was not favored later, he still had his own bedroom.

"If you feel annoyed, just hide behind me." After telling Ye Lonicera again, he started to knock on the door.

This time he used so much force that the dog barked a lot.

Du Qiuhong had just fallen asleep when she was woken up by a knock on the door.

She looked attentively. Who would knock on the door in the middle of the night?

Could it be...

She rubbed the goosebumps on her arms, pulled the quilt higher, and covered her head.

No matter who he is!

But even so, the voice seemed to have eyes, specifically looking for her ears.

Outside the door, Ye Lingdong stood behind Cheng Langyu. She said distressedly: "Don't hurt your hands."

"I know." Cheng Langyu turned around and pressed his face against his brother's face, saying slowly.

In the end, Du Qiuhong couldn't resist, so she got dressed and got up. She gritted her teeth and cursed: "Whoever kills a thousand swordsmen doesn't sleep at night and knocks on the door. Do you want to be accepted by the Lord of Hell?"

The creases at the corners of her eyes wrinkled fiercely. It's like pinching the person who knocks to death.

After walking out of the door, worried that she had bad intentions, she turned around and grabbed a kitchen knife from the kitchen.

When I walked into the yard, the sound on the door was still there. She was angry, but she was worried that her neighbor didn't shout: "Pat Hun'er, pat, why did you stay up so late at night and come to my door to beg for food?"

Although she said it, her eyes were full of caution. Just in case, she also took her precious son Cheng Fuzhi with her.

Cheng Fuzhi is fifteen this year. With a height of 1.7 meters and a wide body, he feels very secure.

But at this moment, his face was full of impatience: "Mom! I just fell asleep!"

Cheng Fuzhi's narrowed eyes were squeezed by the flesh and it was extremely difficult to open them. When he went out, he heard a clanging sound, and he couldn't help but curse and follow behind his mother.

"Who is it?" Du Qiuhong ignored him, grabbed the kitchen knife and shouted towards the door.

Cheng Langyu hugged his brother and said loudly: "Cheng Langyu."

As if worried that she didn't hear, Cheng Langyu repeated his name and urged: "Open the door quickly."

"Cheng Langyu?! "

Ah! You, you, you!" Du Qiuhong screamed, her pupils shrank, and even the corners of her mouth began to tremble.

There was a clang, and the kitchen knife that I had not grasped fell to the ground.

She was so frightened that her voice split: "Don't come in! I tell you, we have no enmity with you!!"

Cheng Fu behind her was so excited that he lost his drowsiness: "Mother! What a ghost!!"

The sound of a slaughtering pig echoed through the south of the village, and now all the dogs in the yard barked.

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