A rough white linen cloth filial filial clothes, the head is covered with white silk, the goose face is very clear, the eyes are red, the eyelashes are still wet, the small nose is also frozen red, she is looking at him timidly.

Do you look at her, Yang Han?Too small, right?Should it be the first one or the first two?Although he has been a lot of experience for the resurrection of the dead and the rapid integration into the new life, but at first glance to see the new identity of the wife is so "young", his heart is still very strange.

The extremely weak body supported the kneeling and then began to shake again, and before he fainted again, he grinned and said to her, "Don't be afraid, I have not died yet."

Han's young lady's eyes were wide open, staring at him for a moment, tears gradually dimmed her eyes, and she suddenly cried.

This cry, crying Zheng Shaopeng a cold chill from the tail vertebrae all the way to the back of the head, which takes a lot of heart and commission, in order to cry so tearing.

Han's young mother wept sadly, her hands clutching the coffin tightly, for fear that she would wilfully go to the ground.Usually just take care of him without complaint, to the husband and wife way, just married, two people did not even say a few words, in fact, the two people did not talk about deep feelings.

But now she knows how important it means to herself.Even if he only breathes a breath, he is a man of his own, with him, this family is not finished, it is a pillar.

Zheng Shaopeng was she cried for a while, just wanted to comfort and comfort her, said a few words, "the first meeting, please take care of" a kind of scene, but unfortunately the body is not competitive, the mouth like a sticky fish open, but nothing can be said, but the eyes turned, and fainted in the past.

There was another great disturbance in the hall, and the awakened Han young lady cried and dragged him out of the coffin.Lord Yang has heard of some people's false resurrection, but it is not too much a fuss.Seeing Yang Ling's resurrection, although he was a little embarrassed in his heart, he was happier.

After all, Yang Ling is the only person with a well-known name in this chicken mingyibao, and there is such a person in the clan, which is also an honorable thing, how to say that it is also the blood of Yang's own family.

Previously, he was moved by his son and ran to rob the property, of course, for the sake of his son's plan, but half of his private mind was worried that the little widow could not keep it, and after a few years, he took the Yang family's field to marry, and now his nephew came alive, went to this door of worry, and took that thought.

He was very embarrassed to ask someone to help lift his nephew to bed, and people went to the doctor, and spent most of the day, and then left with the help of the children and grandchildren.

Two bowls of rice porridge, a dish of lobster, is the ninth great man Zheng Shaode reincarnated as Yang Ling and his wife after the reincarnation of the first meal.An oil lamp seemed to be hanging out on the stove, and the room was full of fireworks.

The first eight times of reincarnation, not the rich family or the great power of the noble, at first time to eat such a meal, despite the hunger, Zheng Shaopeng, now the identity of the 17 years of the Great Ming Hongji Xuanfu show talent Yang Ling is also reluctant to eat a 70% full will no longer be difficult to swallow.

Han young lady eats very sweet, coarse tea and light rice is too hard, but see her husband not only live, and even can eat down to eat, her little heart only happy and satisfied.

Look at the family of the four walls of the house, Yang Ling can not help but secretly sigh, look at this is a little girl Han young lady very sweetly will be a bowl of rice porridge to drink, but also with a small tongue to lick the bowl along the edge of a clean, Yang Ling heart can not help a sour: "damn ghost judgment seems to be their own play, early know so, not as good as the original to enjoy the days of billionaires, although the age is a little."What now?Do you really want to be ten thousand years old and then subtract a thousand years old?It’s been like that for two years, at least.This daughter-in-law, though younger, is very patient."

He calculated in his heart that Han's young lady put down the bowl, and pushed the remaining half of the bowl of rice porridge, and said softly, "Haven't eaten enough yet?"Come and drink it too.”

Han young mother then boldly glanced at her own man, his appearance is still very haglutty, but the spirit head has been much better, a pair of eyes also have a magic, see his good-looking eyes gently staring at themselves, Han young mother can not help but a little shy, she lowered her eyes, gently said: "Bong, you are sick, you should eat more things."

Yang Ling thought about it, only in the mind to search out should be called her mother, but this kind of ancient call him is very awkward, good in the original Yang Ling since the fall, all day drowsy, even the eyes are too lazy to open, did not open her eyes, did not call her mother, so called her Dairy name: "young lady, my body is just, so I can not eat too much, if you do not eat will be wasted."

Han's young mother thought about it, smiled shyly at him, and took the bowl and whispered, "Thank you."

Yang Ling carefully looked at her, this girl has taken off her filial piety, changed a green cloth shirt, her face still looks immature, may be the reason for the practice of martial arts all the year round, the body has developed a few big girl's appearance, handsome appearance, slightly black skin, but thick eyebrows, very handsome nose, rich lips, thorny eyes, very cute.

When she found that her husband was looking at her, Han's young mother thought that there was something indecent to eat, and she could not help but turn away from her body with some shyness.Since the marriage, this is the first time she and her husband sat together to eat together, although she has been husband and wife for half a year, in her impression, the impression of her husband in the heart is still a blank, in addition to knowing his name, know that he is the youngest show talent in Xuanfu, is the only famous man in the chicken castle, even know nothing.

In the middle of this house is the dining hall, as soon as the door is the stove, and the right entrance is the bedroom, and there is a faint smell of medicine.On the left was the residence of Yang Ling's parents, and after the death of the old man, he was idle and used to pile up some debris.

The dining hall is also the living room, but also Yang Ling's spiritual hall, Han young mother is afraid that he is too weak, insist on not letting him do it, help him to sit on the head, and then go to the couplet, burning paper, gold and silver, etc. to the door, the spirit hall is demolished, but also busy with a sweat.

Looking at Han's young mother cleaning up the house, Yang Ling could not help but sigh, saying that modern girls touch more things and eat well, so precocious, precocious what?Premature is only their body and **, look at Han young mother, this is the mental maturity.

Fifteen-year-old girl, just after the door to serve a bedridden patient, so poor home, but it is really difficult for her, I do not know how to survive this half-year.Looking at her beauty and good luck, Yang Ling did not feel a little heart, this girl's simple and pure appearance, let him have a feeling of compassion and love in his heart, think of himself living for two years at most, he really did not want to ruin the family.

Han young mother just turned around, see him sitting on the hot, can not help but face a hot, these more than half a year, every day only look forward to their own man wake up, now he really woke up, by him so looking, but she felt uncomfortable.

She was a little embarrassed, shyly into the house to pick up the oil lamp, saw his eyes are still chasing their own, the face can not help but more and more hot, but do not know how to talk to him, she was solid in the house for a while, red face to pull over the thin and was staunch on his legs, stammering: "You just recovered, rest, I...

He smiled, his heart warm.He did not know what he had been sick of, but since he was possessed, there was nothing wrong with being weak and his heart-wrenching feet except for his long bed rest and malnutrition.

When he saw Han's young mother running out, he took the quilt and went down to the ground, just taking the opportunity to get acquainted.This look at his heart can not help but be half cold, everywhere is empty, but also really a family four walls, it is really poor.

Walking to the opposite room, from Han's young mother's mouth, he already knew that this was the original Yang Ling parents' residence, now empty, put some debris, he went to the door, raised the food pocket, there is only less than a bowl of broken rice, no wonder she only boiled two bowls of porridge at night, drink their own half bowl of porridge drink so fragrant, I don't know how many days did not eat a full meal, Yang Ling nose a little.

Such a day is a problem to live, how can this winter be?I said eat and die, but I didn’t say I wanted to starve to death.In his heart, he cursed the judge one by one.

The room was not big, there was nothing in the house, and he walked out a few times, he pushed open the door and went out, the night of the mountain village was dark, and the small oil lights of each family were not far away, not like the current countryside, everywhere bright.Looking at the round of winding moons hidden by the clouds in the sky, he only felt cold bones, the four wilds were silent, and I did not know where Han's young mother went, he was trying to return to the room, suddenly heard a squeaking from a distance, and then a dog cried out.

He listened to an old woman’s voice, “Little girl, night, walk and look at it.”

Then the young mother's brittle voice said: "Oh, thank you, this food is waiting for the next year in my home land to have a harvest to return to you."

Yang Ling quietly went to the low wall, under the wall piled over the snow, he held the low wall to look over there, only to see a white-haired old woman holding an oil lamp in one hand, half pushed the door, the young lady must have been out of the yard.

When the old woman shook her head and sighed, she heard the voice of an old man in the house saying, "My wife, the Tartary has come in autumn, and there is not much food left in our house."

The old woman closed the door and muttered, "Well, I know, but the young mother is poor, can help you."And then the son of Linger is a name for himself, and there will be a blessing in the future if the great trouble does not die.”

As the door covered, the words below were inaudible.Yang Ling heard the door of his own yard, and a petting figure came in and couldn’t help but take two steps forward.

Han young mother saw a shadow came to the courtyard, not surprised, but also Yang Quan, the scoundrel came to the door to flirt, she carried a small half pocket food, hand in hand from the back of the courtyard door to touch a stick, whispered: "Get out of here, otherwise... otherwise I will call me a man."