Thinking of this, Qingyan no longer felt guilty, and felt that it was natural for her to enjoy this "blood-enriching package" alone.
Sugar is added to the white porridge, which makes it very sweet.
Qingyan doesn't like sweets very much, but on a winter morning, drinking such a bowl of hot sweet porridge makes her stomach feel particularly comfortable.
The steamed buns are just fermented, white and soft, with a strong and original wheat aroma. The stir-fried bean sprouts with shredded pork are not greasy to eat. The bean sprouts are crunchy and tender, so you don't have to chew hard. The pork is much more fragrant than anything Qingyan has eaten before. These are pigs fed without additives.
Qingyan first ate an egg with his mouth empty. The egg was almost translucent, and the yolk was as yellow as oil. It was so fragrant that he swallowed the whole egg in just a few mouthfuls.
Qingyan broke off half of the second egg and put it into the porridge. After taking a look at the man sitting opposite and eating silently, he stood up and stuffed the other half into the other's porridge bowl.
Qiu Henian glanced at him and did not refuse this time. He even ate the porridge and eggs together.
Qingyan smiled silently, took a pickle from the plate and put it into his mouth. His face immediately wrinkled, and his head was buzzing with soreness.
A big hand appeared in front of him, palm upward, and said in a deep voice: "Spit."
Qingyan felt that spitting it out was too disgusting, so he shook his head quickly and chewed a piece of pickled vegetables. He just saw Qiu Henian eating like this. The steamed buns were just covered with pickled vegetables. They looked very fragrant. As a result, It didn't make his teeth sore.
As soon as he swallowed it, he hurriedly looked for water. Qiu Henian had already added half a bowl of porridge and handed it to him.
Qingyan raised his head and drank it, and then he felt that he had recovered. If others had recovered, it would be over. But when he was a child, he was not satisfied, and when he grew up, he would not let himself suffer any grievances.
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He leaned in front of Qiu Henian and asked him to see it. He also asked vaguely: "Please help me see if my tongue is broken. Why does it hurt?"
Qiu Henian only glanced at it, then quickly turned away and said, "It's okay, I'll pour you some water to rinse your mouth."
Qingyan didn't pay attention to his unnatural expression. She followed the person behind her and almost stuck to him. She got the water bowl and drank it, but she still stuck to the person.
Qiu Henian had been turning his back or sideways to him as much as possible to prevent him from seeing half of his scarred face. At this time, he couldn't help but turned around, looked sideways, and grabbed him Shoulder assured: "That's just radish pickled in vinegar, you'll be fine."
After speaking, he asked: "Are you full?"
Qing Yan nodded. Qiu Henian let go of his shoulders, pushed him gently and said, "Go back to the house and rest."
He kept his words and pretended to be polite, "I'll wash the dishes..."
Qiu Henian had already bent down, holding his knees with one hand and his shoulders with the other, lifting him up easily like a little rabbit.
Losing his balance, Qingyan subconsciously put his arms around the other person's neck, and his whole body fell into a warm embrace.
Although the bed experience last night was not good, this kind of extremely intimate behavior seemed to make Qingyan develop an indescribable sense of dependence and closeness to this man. He clung to the man softly and obediently, letting him Lower yourself gently onto the bed.
Then, the man said in a deep voice: "I won't go to the shop these two days. I will do the work at home." After that, he went to the outhouse.
The warm body temperature left, Qingyan grabbed the quilt and covered herself, lying on the bed dazedly, trying not to touch the sore spot behind her.
She was still very tired, and when she was about to fall asleep, Qingyan suddenly got agitated and inevitably got involved in the back, and woke up again with a grin on her face.
While rubbing his lower back, he muttered in a low voice: "What did he just say? He hasn't gone to work these days? What is a grown man doing at home if he doesn't go to work?"
"Damn," Qingyan cursed secretly, "This is their wedding leave, what else can they do at home every day?" He asked and answered, "Fuck me! Damn!"
Qingyan's whole body was covered in white hair and sweat.
Chapter 4 His Origin
Most of the villagers in Liuxi Village make a living by farming. In winter, there is no life on the ground and they are idle.
There are also people who are restless. In the winter, the hunters in the village still have to go to the mountains every few days to bring back the traps that go up and down the mountains. They can bring back several rabbits at a time. If they are lucky, they can also catch pheasants and rabbits along the way. Roe deer and even wild boars, of course, may also encounter hungry bears whose eyes turn blue after being disturbed in the middle of hibernation.
Apart from them, the only one who has no time to spare is Qiu Henian.
He is the blacksmith in the village, and his shop is at the head of the village to the west. Because of his good skills and solid materials, not only people in the village come to him to make iron tools, but also in several nearby villages, and even in the town occasionally. People came specifically to find him.
This shop was passed down to him by the old blacksmith in the village. The old blacksmith's surname was Wang. No one remembers his exact name. Everyone called him Blacksmith Wang.
About four or five years ago, it was also winter. Blacksmith Wang finished his work and closed the door of his shop. When he was walking home along the river, he found a man who was half-frozen to death in the snowdrifts on the river bank. This man was Qiu Henian.
Even though half of his face was covered in blood and he looked scary, Blacksmith Wang still dragged him back to his home and invited a doctor from the village to come and see him. He boiled the herbs and poured them down bowl after bowl, and he was finally revived. .
When Qiu Henian woke up, he didn't remember where he came from or what he was going to do. He only remembered his name.
The villagers discussed this matter seriously for a while. Some people asked whether he was a soldier fighting nearby and ran away from the military camp.
But other villagers said that the battle has been fought for several months, and the most critical moment has passed. How could there be still soldiers running out?
Besides, this man didn't have any armor or weapons on his body. He was just wearing ordinary clothes. He might be a hunter from another village who was unlucky enough to get lost in the mountains.
The previous villager disagreed with his statement, "Although his face is injured and looks scary, look at his half-good face, his demeanor, and the way he walks, he doesn't look like someone from an ordinary family."
Another villager said: "If you belong to a wealthy family, you might have found him recently. You can't just ignore him. Let's wait and see."
After waiting like this for a month or two, there was still no news.
One day, Blacksmith Wang was in the shop, and he said to Qiu Henian, who came over to help him, in a drake voice: "I happen to have no heirs, so you can treat me as your son and take care of me till the end of your life. From now on, my blacksmith shop will be yours." You, if others want to learn your blacksmithing skills, I won't teach them, so I will teach you."
Qiu Henian agreed, and since then he has been Blacksmith Wang's son.
After Qingyan woke up, with her eyes still closed, she was sorting out information about Qiu Henian in her mind.
But it did not mention the true origin of Qiu Henian. Qingyan analyzed by himself that this person might be the descendant of some down-and-out big family, or he might be the bastard of a big and disliked family. He might have encountered some accident. , and ended up living here.
Since no one has come here for so many years, I guess it was completely abandoned.
Qingyan didn't have any special feelings about her husband's possible loss of wealth. After all, if Qiu Henian hadn't been in trouble, it wouldn't have been the original owner's turn to marry him, and it wouldn't have been easy for him to pick up such a big mistake.
Qiu Henian's skills were really poor and he was not a rich man, but Qingyan cherished his rare character and temperament.
He has won big prizes, lived a rich life, endured many hardships as a child, and experienced all the ups and downs in life.
Qingyan knew that he was being pretentious, but he was only being pretentious within the scope of conditions and was never demanding. Besides, he was confident that he and Qiu Henian would make life better together.
After sleeping for almost an hour, Qingyan saw old but clean robes lying on the edge of the bed when he opened his eyes. He was finally able to change out of his short wedding dress. Although the robe was too big, it was still manageable.
He put on his shoes and went to the ground. His butt still hurt, but it was better than the excruciating pain that he dared not move before. He slowly walked around the house. Qiu Henian didn't know where he went. There was no one at home and it was very quiet.
He opened the linen curtains and half-opened the window to let in some air, and the sunlight filled the room.
Qingyan finally had a chance to take a good look at this room. He was in a bedroom, with an area of about thirteen or four square meters by visual inspection. The floor was made of earth. Fortunately, the walls were made of bricks and stone, and the wooden windows were intact, but Zhu The red paint is already mottled and almost peeling off.
Next to the bed is the table with the bronze mirror, and next to the door is a wooden washstand. A copper basin is placed on it, filled with half a basin of water. A new soap locust is placed on the beam of the shelf, and on top of it There were two face towels, a new one and an old one.
Although the old ones were very thin and had small holes, they were still washed very clean.
The most decent thing in this room is the bed. When Qingyan was lying on it, he realized that it was a Wan Gong bed. Although it was old and the style was not as exquisite and complicated as the ones he had seen in the museum before, it was estimated based on the memory of the original owner. , also need to spend some money.
This bed is incompatible with this house. I think it was bought just for this wedding.