Shen Wen went back early in the morning. When he came in, Mrs. Wang was lighting a fire and making breakfast while cursing Wang Heyao.
Wang Heyao was sitting on a low stool in the outer room like a lost dog. His shoulders seemed to be even more hunched, his face was gray and his eyes were bloodshot.
Mrs. Lao Wang always doted on her only son. Even if he did all kinds of eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, she still felt that this son was very good. What was wrong was that he led his friends and husband to have no children.
Shen Wen had never heard her scold Wang Heyao like this. He listened outside the door for a while before he figured out the reason why Mrs. Wang was angry.
After that night, Leizi not only took back the four taels of silver he had given him before, but also asked him to pay ten taels of silver for his medical expenses. Where could Wang Heyao have any money to give, Leizi found someone to beat him up? Wang Heyao couldn't bear it, so he stole a bunch of keys from his mother, tried them one by one while his mother was sleeping, and stole the title deed of the forty acres of land at home. Everything was sold when it came out.
He had a bad reputation, and anyone who bought his land was afraid of getting into trouble, so he lowered the price by half before anyone wanted it.
The land worth eighty taels of silver was sold for a total of fifty-five taels of silver. If anyone else had taken the money, they would have felt distressed at the loss. After Wang Heyao got the money, he almost fainted with joy.
He immediately forgot that the family was almost in trouble, and that Leizi wanted compensation from him. He took the money and put it in his pocket, and lost everything in the gambling shop that night.
Wang Heyao had been gambling for so many years, but he was still a fool. He didn't even realize that others knew that he had just sold the land and deliberately set up a trap to deceive him. Or there was no way he would lose all his money in one night.
Today, Mrs. Wang found out that the land deed was gone. She was so angry that she almost lost her temper. Finally, she couldn't help but cursed her good son.
When Shen Wen opened the door, the mother and son looked over when they heard the noise. The room was dark, and as soon as the door was opened, light came in, making both of them squint.
When he saw clearly who was at the door, Wang Heyao jumped up from the low stool, stuttering and asked: "You... why are you back?"
Shen Wen curled her lips and smiled and said to the two of them: "I'm a little tired, so I went into the house and lay down. I've had breakfast, so you don't need to bring mine."
After saying that, regardless of the reactions of the two people, he entered the back room, closed the door, and there was no movement.
Mrs. Wang and Wang Heyao looked at each other in shock. The scene just now seemed like a dream.
When Shen Min first walked in, they almost didn't recognize him.
The face that used to be skinny, dark yellow and often bruised by beatings, but after not seeing her for a few days, the bruises have disappeared, there is flesh on the face, and it is actually much fairer. She looks five or six years younger, almost like a newly married woman. The way it was when I came in.
Neither mother nor son thought about it carefully. They had always treated Shen Wen badly before. He couldn't eat a few mouthfuls of food every day, couldn't sleep well, and was beaten and scolded at every turn. This person was certainly not in a good state. Shen Wen is staying at Qingyan's house these days, and Qingyan tries his best to make him delicious food to replenish his body. He also finds someone to come to his house every day to chat with him, walk with him, and play leaf cards to improve his mood. Besides, he was only in his early thirties, not too old, so he could recover easily even if his health was damaged.
The mother and son were used to Shen Min's previous appearance, but now that he had changed so much, they felt as if a spirit had sucked the vitality of a living person.
Wang Heyao lowered his trembling voice and said, "Mom, did he... did he just... laugh again?"
Mrs. Wang swallowed her saliva and slapped her son, "You're worthless, what are you afraid of him doing?" Then she gritted her teeth and shouted towards the door of the inner room, "Come out and do it when you get back." Food, don't think that it's important to have someone to support you, my Wang family doesn't support people who eat for nothing, so come out quickly..."
Before she could finish the second half of the sentence, her son covered her mouth.
Wang Heyao covered his mother's mouth, pulled her back, and said urgently in a low voice: "My mother, please stop yelling. I don't dare to eat when he really cooks. That night he treated Lei Zi like that." A big piece of bloody meat, I chewed it with a smile and swallowed it. Later, I had nightmares for several days. In the dream, he cooked for me, stewed meat for every meal, and just smiled in front of me. The lid of the pot is full of bloody human flesh!"
Mrs. Wang trembled, broke away from her son, and said, "Don't scare yourself!"
Having said that, she never mentioned asking Shen Min to come out to cook.
It was almost noon when Mrs. Wang couldn't bear it anymore.
There isn't much moldy sorghum rice left at home. In order not to eat it all too quickly, she recently went to the nearby rivers and mountains to dig wild vegetables, and mixed them with rice to cook porridge.
She didn't have to do any of these jobs before, it was all done by her son's husband. She is getting older, and her legs and feet are not as good as when she was young. Going up the mountain is okay, but going down is very strenuous. Not only does she dig vegetables and cook every day, but she also has to clean the house and In the yard, she washes clothes, boils water for her son, and cleans up the things on the floor that he vomited after drinking too much.
The old lady was so tired that her back was bent. She was so tired from day to night that her legs and feet were dragging her feet.
She was always full of resentment, but today Shen Wen came back and did nothing. The old lady couldn't bear it.
It was almost noon, even if Wang Heyao tried to stop her again, she still banged on the door of the back room regardless, and yelled: "You loser, who are you scaring? You think you are a young mistress, you have such a good life." Come on, come out and work!"
Wang Heyao's face turned pale and he tried to stop him at first, but when he thought about Shen Wen's respectful attitude towards him before and the way he didn't want to talk to him when he came back in the morning, he also felt angry. He couldn't help clenching his fists and wanted to hit someone again. .
Even a mountain spirit should be beaten to death, he thought through gritted teeth.
He no longer stopped, Mrs. Wang's scolding became even worse, and the door banged louder.
Just when Wang Heyao also lost his patience and wanted to kick open the thin door panel, the door finally creaked and was opened from the inside.
The moment the door opened, although Wang Heyao was furious just now, he couldn't help but take two steps back and swallowed.
Shen Min's fair face appeared at the door. He looked at the mother and son with a calm expression, and whispered softly: "Mom, who are you scolding?"
Mrs. Wang's mean face tightened, "The one I'm scolding is you, you loser!"
Shen Wen said: "If you don't make it clear, I thought you were scolding yourself. After all, ever since you married into the Wang family, your father-in-law died that year, your mother-in-law died two years ago, and your husband-in-law died three years later. You raised a child." My son is still a loser who only knows how to eat, drink, whore and gamble, and now he is about to become extinct. Are you not a real star of death?"
Mrs. Wang had never been contradicted by her son's husband before. Her face turned pale with anger and she couldn't catch her breath even after taking several deep breaths.
Wang Heyao stood there with angry eyes, clenched his fists, and wanted to rush over and hit someone if he found an opportunity.
But Shen Wen was not afraid. Instead, she walked out of the house to meet him, carrying a baggage on her body, obviously looking like she was going out.
Wang Heyao was stunned and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Shen Wen looked at him and sighed leisurely, "I want to go to the county."
"What are you doing in the county?" Wang Heyao asked.
Shen Wen said: "Go to the county government office, I want to report myself."
"Self-report? What are you reporting?" Wang Heyao felt something was wrong, and his clenched fists gradually loosened.
Shen Wen replied: "A few nights ago, you brought Qian Lei home, and he and I were alone in a room late at night. According to the laws of this dynasty, he and I have committed the crime of adultery. I am going to file a self-report."
The more Wang Heyao listened, the worse his face became. He was so frightened that his hands were shaking, and he hurriedly said: "You can't do it, you can't do it!"
Adultery is punishable by two years of exile. Qian Lei's family is from the town, and he is the only son in the family. His father has a small influence in the town, which is why Wang Heyao does not dare to resist him.
If Qian Lei was exiled or something happened while in exile, Qian's father might skin him alive.
Shen Min shook his head and said, "I have already decided."
Wang Heyao grabbed Shen Wen's sleeve, his voice changed, and said: "You...you dare to go! Self-reporting requires evidence. You have no evidence at all. False accusations will be punished!"
Shen Min curved her lips and smiled, showing her white teeth, and said, "Who said I have no evidence?"
Wang Heyao looked at his smile, suddenly thought of something, and his eyes widened instantly.
Shen Wen said: "Qian Lei's shoulder is missing such a big piece of meat. That place is not easy to bite. The tooth marks haven't grown yet, right?"
Wang Heyao's eyes rolled around and his lips trembled, "You... you will also be exiled. The road is difficult and dangerous. You may encounter bandits or die of illness on the road."
Shen Wen nodded and said, "You're right." But before Wang Heyao could breathe a sigh of relief, he added, "It's not like I've never died before. I've jumped over wells. I'll just die if I die on the way to exile. "
Wang Heyao almost lost his temper this time. Just as he was about to persuade her again, Aunt Li came in through the open door from the outside.
When Wang Heyao saw her, he quickly took the baggage away from Shen Wen and whispered: "I beg you, don't go to the county government, and don't tell others about this. I'll listen to whatever you say in the future." Isn't it okay?"
Shen Min remained silent, but did not try to take back the baggage.
Wang Heyao breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly took the baggage back to the house and put it away. When he came out, he asked his mother, who was still pale, to cook quickly. For the first time, he squatted in front of the stove to light a fire. While doing so, he secretly listened to Shen Wen. He talked about something with Aunt Li. He didn't relax until Aunt Li left.
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After finishing lunch and packing up, Qingyan was still worried about Shen Wen. Qiu Henian accompanied him and went to Mr. Wang's house on the pretext of delivering walnuts. Seeing that it was just as Aunt Li said, Shen Wen came out to talk to them happily, and Wang Heyao, mother and son, were as well-behaved as quails, so she put down the walnuts and went back with peace of mind.
On the way back, Qingyan sighed: "I always feel that Shen Min is different from before."
Qiu Henian looked back at Mr. Wang's home and said, "He has died. After such an experience, people will change."
After a while, he muttered again: "Wang Heyao seems to be a coward, but he is not so easy to handle. You may not know if something will happen again in the future. Don't go to your sister-in-law alone in the future."
Qingyan nodded and said, "Okay."
After returning home, Qingyan saw that Qiu Henian had no intention of leaving, but found the carpentry tools and was getting ready to work at home, so he asked, "Is there no work in the shop today?"
Qiu Henian was cleaning the wood chips on the plane. Hearing this, he looked up at him and whispered: "Yes, I don't want to go."
Qingyan was startled for a moment. The way Qiu Henian looked at him quickly made him understand the meaning of the other person's words, and his cheeks suddenly turned red.
She didn't say anything explicit, but Qingyan was so ashamed that she didn't dare to look at him. She quickly said she was going to boil water, then turned around and ran into the house.
Qiu Henian was busy for half an afternoon and built a three-tiered shelf on top of the chicken coop, which was similar to a bookshelf. The difference was that each layer contained a nest made of hay, which was a place for the chickens to lay eggs.
After it was done, the two of them lifted the shelf up and placed it on top of the chicken coop. Qiu Henian used a few nails to fix the corners and the chicken coop together, so that the chicks could sleep in the chicken coop at night and lay eggs during the day. You can lay in the upper nest and even hatch your chicks there.
Qingyan thought this was quite fun. The little chicken was living in a building. He curiously stepped forward to look at the top floor. He was just a little short of seeing the top floor. A pair of big hands grabbed his waist and lifted him up. stand up.
Qingyan said "Hey" and hurriedly turned around and hugged the man's neck.
"Are you sure?" Qiu Henian looked up at him and asked in a low voice.
Qingyan lowered her eyelids and said "hmm" sheepishly.
Then, Qingyan was put down. The clothes rubbed against each other, and he could feel the hard chest and bulging muscles of the arms underneath, which made Qingyan's face blush even more.
It was rare that both of them were at home this afternoon. Qingyan cooked three dishes for dinner, stewed a fish with sweet potato vermicelli and tofu, cut up the remaining half of the pig head meat, and fried a plate of Chinese toon eggs. It can be said that Quite rich.
After eating and cleaning up, Qiu Henian brought in some more firewood and filled the big pot with water to boil water for bathing.
It rained a lot while going up the mountain during the day, and her hair and clothes were a little damp. Qingyan really wanted to wash them off.
After the two of them washed and dried their hair, they leaned on the bedside and read together as usual.
After reading just one page of the book, Qiu Henian suddenly stopped.
Qingyan asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
The book was turned upside down and put aside, and Qiu Henian pulled down the bed curtain.
The two of them sat on the bed tent and looked at each other for a long time. Qingyan lowered his head and smoothed out his clothes. He seemed to have accidentally untied the tie on the clothes, and he didn't even think about it. Tie it on again.
A pair of big hands stretched out and held up the hem of his clothes, trying to tie the tether again.
Qingyan lowered her eyelids and pursed her lips, feeling unhappy. After being teased all afternoon, he specially boiled water to take a bath in the evening. He thought...
Qiu Henian laughed, and Qingyan suddenly raised his eyes and saw the smile on the corner of the other person's mouth in the hazy light.
He stared at the smile blankly, not noticing that the big hands in front of him had given up on the tying rope, and instead pinched both sides of the shirt and slowly took it off along the thin shoulders.
When Qingyan came into contact with the cool air, his body trembled slightly. His eyelashes trembled. After enduring it for a while, he knelt down and stood up, kissing Qiu Henian's lips.
For many days, there was only one secret kiss, and after the intoxicating happiness last time, Qingyan felt empty in her body.
Qingyan felt like she was a piece of candy, about to be sucked from beginning to end.
He closed his eyes and sighed comfortably.
The man raised his head with wet lips and asked him if he wanted to do what he did last time. Qingyan wanted to get up and look for grease, but was stopped.
Qiu Henian's warm hand reached down, and then he showed his palm. Qingyan only glanced at it and turned away, feeling shocked and ashamed.
It was obviously useless, but the palm of my hand was already wet, and it was still reflecting a glowing light under the light of the oil lamp.