Yang Qiuchi waved his hand and stood up. His feet were a little floating, and his tongue couldn't stretch out: "Wait, wait a while, I, I will make a nest for Xiao Hei first, otherwise, I, we will sleep, where is my Xiao Hei sleeping?" He squatted down and touched Xiao Hei's head, then touched Xiao Hei's mouth, lowered his head, and touched Xiao Hei's nose with his nose. "Is that right, Xiao Hei, be good!"

The little black dog kept pulling his front legs, tilting his neck, and licking Yang Qiuchi's face affectionately with his tongue.

Yang's mother said: "You've drunk this way. Let it sleep anywhere tonight for one night, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Then, that won't work!" Yang Qiuchi raised his head and said with a stern face, "Xiaoxue, do we have wooden boards?"

Feng Xiaoxue smiled at her husband while washing dishes: "Yes, beside the firewood pile in the yard outside." After a pause, she said, "You'd better listen to your mother and go to bed first and make a nest for him tomorrow, okay?"

Yang Qiuchi's tongue was disobedient and too lazy to say anything. He pushed open the door and went out into the yard, staggered to the firewood pile, bent down and picked up a wooden board and looked at it. This was the short-section wooden board that someone had seen from the house repaired. It was enough to make a doghouse. He turned his head and shouted loudly: "Xiaoxue!"

"Hey!" Feng Xiaoxue responded in the room, put down the half-washed bowl, wiped her hands on the apron, walked to the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Does our family have hammers, nails and saws?"

"Yes, I have!"

"Give it to me!" Yang Qiuchi said drunk, his tone unconventional.

Feng Xiaoxue had no choice but to agree, found these things, took them to the yard and handed them to Yang Qiuchi, then went into the inner room, and lit a light next to the window of the room. The two lights in the room were exposed, and the yard was much brighter.

Yang Qiuchi rolled up his sleeves and started to repair the doghouse. The little black dog squatted beside him and watched Yang Qiuchi work hard. After a short while, the doghouse was repaired.

Feng Xiaoxue had washed the dishes and cleaned up the room. She watched from the side. Seeing Yang Qiuchi repaired the doghouse, she ran into the room and found an old cotton coat and handed it to Yang Qiuchi.

Yang Qiuchi smiled knowingly. He folded the old cotton coat and put it in the doghouse. He gently patted the little black dog's butt, and pointed to the doghouse: "Xiao Hei, this is your home, go in!"

Xiao Heihuan jumped to the doghouse, smelled it, and crawled in, turned his head and lay in the nest, with his pointed chin lying beside the door, looking very comfortable. Feng Xiaoxue used a small porcelain bowl to bring a bowl of water next to the doghouse, and put the porcelain bowl that had just served the meat and bones for the puppy together.

At this time, a few muffled thunder came from the dark sky. After a moment, a few lightning illuminated the horizon and returned to darkness in an instant. A few raindrops hit Yang Qiuchi's face. He raised his neck and Yang Qiuchi looked at the rolling haze in the sky: "I'm afraid it's going to rain. I'm afraid the rain will not be small."

Feng Xiaoxue reached out and felt it: "Yes, husband, the doghouse is ready, let's go in and have a rest early."

When Yang Qiuchi heard this, his whole body began to feel hot. The woman beside him was his wife. He had a wife and could have sex with her tonight. In the quilt... Yang Qiuchi felt his heart beating wildly and turned his head to look at Feng Xiaoxue.

Feng Xiaoxue seemed to sense Yang Qiuchi's emotion, smiled gently, and leaned gently on her husband's shoulder.

Yang Qiuchi glanced at him and saw the shocking dark spot on Feng Xiaoxue's left face again. He felt sad. What a beautiful woman, hey! God really doesn't have eyes.

Yang Qiuchi stood up shakingly, and entered the room with one foot. Feng Xiaoxue followed him and also entered the room, looking back and bolted the door.

Yang Qiuchi took the curtain and entered the inner room. The inner room was slightly larger than outside. There was a earthen kang near the windowsill, and a small cabinet stood at one end, with a thin quilt and two small pillows on the cabinet. A small square table was placed in the middle of the kang. Feng Xiaoxue lowered her head and walked over, knelt on the bed and climbed a few steps, and took the small oil lamp that had just lit the doghouse for Yang Qiuchi on the windowsill, and gently placed it on the small square table on the kang. Then she sat on the edge of the kang, looked at Yang Qiuchi, and then lowered her head silently.

The room opposite the door is a high cabinet. I don’t know how many years have been used. It is gray, black and old, and the original paint color is no longer visible. Other places are empty except for two benches and a small toilet.

Yang Qiuchi walked slowly to the edge of the kang and sat down silently without looking at Feng Xiaoxue.

This is his home? In the Ming Dynasty? I have been back to the Ming Dynasty for hundreds of years. What we welcomed him is such a poor home? Yang Qiuchi was a little disappointed, but what could it be? He turned his head slightly and looked at Feng Xiaoxue on the side of the small square table. This is his wife, a gentle, considerate and understanding little woman. It’s a pity...ah~!

The rain outside started to rustle and hit the window. How are mom and dad? They may have known that something happened to them. They may have found their body in modern society, but they must have never imagined that their son had traveled through time and space to the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago. They must have cried very sadly, especially their mothers.

When Yang Qiuchi thought of his mother, he felt sour. His mother was weak. After he got into college, every time the holiday ended, when he went to the station to take a bus back to school, his mother hid in the house and never gave him away. Later, his father told him that he realized that his mother was hiding in the house alone and cried secretly. She did not give him away because she was afraid that she would cry when she saw her.

Now, my mother must be crying very sadly. His only son is dead. She must be stroking her body and crying. Dad, my father looks very strong on the outside, but he is still full of tenderness in his heart. He is very strict with himself on weekdays, but Yang Qiuchi knows that my father's love for him is no less than that of my mother.

Yang Qiuchi silently thought about his parents hundreds of years later, tears fell, wine surged upwards, and his body shook.

Feng Xiaoxue jumped off the edge of the kang, held Yang Qiuchi who was silently crying and shaking, and said anxiously: "Husband, what's wrong with you? Don't cry, Xiaoxue is by your side. Don't cry." It seemed as if coaxing the child.

Alas! I am dead, Yang Qiuchi leaned against Feng Xiaoxue weakly, and was still heartbroken: I am dead in modern society, reincarnated, no, I was resurrected in the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago. My thoughts are still my own thoughts, but this stinky skin belongs to someone else, and the woman who hugged me is also someone else's.

Yang Qiuchi looked at Feng Xiaoxue with tears in his eyes. The woman's husband was dead. He left this body to himself and allowed himself to be reborn. Since he occupied his body, I must treat the old mother and wife he left behind as my mother and wife to care for them and make them live a happy life.

Yang Qiuchi did not dare to put her face on Feng Xiaoxue's bulging chest. Feng Xiaoxue hugged Yang Qiuchi tightly into his arms and patted him with one hand. She didn't know why her husband was crying well, and she would never have imagined that her original husband had only one body left, and his soul had been replaced by a young man hundreds of years later.

In the past, my husband only knew how to eat, drink, whore and gambling, and went home to beat my wife when I got drunk. Now, after my husband was swept away by the strange wind, he came back safely and became a good husband and a good person who knew how to feel sorry for him. She silently thanked God in her heart. If his husband could treat him like this in the future, he would die immediately, which was worth it.

Feng Xiaoxue hugged Yang Qiuchi tightly and said softly: "Husband, let's go to rest."
Chapter completed!