Feng Yin thought about it and thought it was this reason, so she didn't worry about it anymore.

Sure enough, not long after the couple finished washing up, their four sons came back together with Feng Quan and Tang Jiu.

"Dad, mom."

The four brothers Zhang Qiubai and the four of them entered the yard and greeted each other in unison, "Good morning."

Tang Jiu also greeted him: "Brother Yiming, hello, sister-in-law."

Zhang Yiming looked at the six people who came in Hulala: "When you come back, hurry up and prepare. The village chief should send someone to urge him later."

Feng Yin washed the basin that the couple had just used and handed it over to the boss to fetch water.

Then he smiled at Feng Quan and said, "Uncle Quan, are you still used to living in the village these days?"

"Habit, too used to it."

Feng Quan smiled and said, "The people here are simple and simple. Compared with the flower world and intrigue outside, Xiaoyu Village is simply a livable paradise."

Feng Yin: "..." Can't you just say it is a paradise?

Wait, is it that there is no literary master Tao Yuanming in this world?

She looked at Zhang Yiming suspiciously.

When Zhang Yiming approached Feng Yin's gaze, he was slightly confused, turned around and pulled Feng Yin to their temporary room: "Yinyin, I have some things to arrange."

Feng Yin smiled and followed him into the house silently: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yiming looked at her with a serious expression: "What's your look just now?"

"I just listened to Uncle Quan's description of Xiaoyu Village, and I felt that something was missing? I was curious to see what you reacted."

“What is missing?”

Feng Yin shrugged and said helplessly: "That's right, looking at Uncle Quan's image, I should be a scholar."

"Well? He is indeed a scholar, and he is also a very talented man in his hometown."

Zhang Yiming was not surprised at her, "What does this have to do with what he said just now?"

Feng Yin raised her eyebrows: "Usually, shouldn't scholars summarize it in the sentence "Paradise Garden"?"

"You also know that there are many people missing in this world."

Zhang Yiming held her face with a funny look, kissed her hard on her lips before laughing, "So, don't compare the culture we are familiar with with this world. Hum?"

really.

Feng Yin took a deep breath and nodded: "I understand."

"Even if I can't hear those familiar allusions and idioms in the future, I will get used to it."

"good."

Zhang Yiming heard a deep feeling of loss from her tone and felt more sad. He put her in his arms with his long arms.

In this way, she relieved her loss and sadness at this moment.

Feng Yin was nestled in the man's arms, and the tears in her eyes could not be suppressed.

Although she has no relatives and has never enjoyed family affection in modern times, she still has friends, career and a prosperous and familiar world.

Suddenly I walked into this strange world, and first faced the fear of being weak and about to lose my life, as well as the unknown result of the fall of my vest.

Then there is the family that is barely left and you will be in poverty at any time.

All these are easy to say. As long as she is here, she cannot let the family starve to death and be poor.

What made her speech the most was that not only was the original body carrying a deep hatred for blood, but also the enemy was searching for her with great fanfare, trying to eradicate the roots.

Don’t look at her heartlessly playing the role of a mother and fighting wits and courage with her children.

He can also talk and laugh with Zhang Yiming, and carefully plan to handle the future of the family and young like a person who is fine.

But only she knows best that a woman’s inner fragility is only less than a fuse. As long as she has this fuse, the collapse will be at this moment.

"Ying!?"

Feeling the strange trembling of the woman in her arms, Zhang Yiming silently closed his eyes and patted her back with his big hand.
Chapter completed!