Meng Youtian turned over the cross street and headed straight to the Poguandi Temple at the east end of the village. Old Zhaotou in the village lived in the ear room in the ruined temple.

In the early years, Lao Zhao was robbed of the land by Li Dahuai's family and blocked the door by the house because of his resistance to rent and taxes. He was also tough, put on a torn cotton jacket and went out with a stick for more than 20 years. Until he got old and was in poor health, he returned to the village. His knowledge was a little higher than that of the villagers. He understood what others didn't know. He dared to spit, he dared to say and do it. Therefore, the villagers respected him very much. He was willing to find him whenever he had difficulties, and he enthusiastically gave you ideas and solutions.

Old Zhao's head usually has pale hair, and wrinkles are carved on his protruding forehead, making his eyes so deep that it makes people feel a little scared. His small eyes are like steel cones, and he can see through everything at a glance. His burly figure is a little hunched. But when he walks, he always looks energetic with his fists.

In the coldest days, he wore a white brick-colored torn cotton jacket. No matter how cold he was, he was open and his chest was exposed, and a cloth strap was tied around his waist. His initial image was always a bit scary, but when you understand his background and get along with him, you will respect this strong and unyielding old man.

Because he has no children, Lao Zhao likes the young and old men in the village very much. Every time Meng Youtian passes through the dilapidated temple, Lao Zhao often stuffs some food for him. Some are desserts offered to him, and some are a few mountain fruits. He was beaten and scolded, and he was willing to go to the dilapidated temple to learn theories from Lao Zhao. Lao Zhao often tells him about his experiences outside, and the relationship between the two is very good.

Meng Youtian came to the dilapidated temple and found that Song Mingzi was still lit in his ear room. Old Zhao was dinging and dinging at the head. He didn't know what he was doing, and he was humming and singing a small song.

"In the first month of the year, I asked someone to see you off. You said I didn't care about that good girl. I didn't care about her. In February, I didn't care about pulling soil and manure, and I was busy planting wheat on the farm. In March, I didn't care about raking and grinding the land, sorghum on spring wheat; in April, it was busy with farming..." The hoarse voice made Meng Youtian grin, but fortunately, the girl, and the little song was so small that even ghosts had to run away.

Meng Youtian stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Old Zhao, I'm here to send you a good girl."

The sound in the room stopped, and Old Man Zhao's voice came out, "It's Youtian, little bastard, you have kept it yourself with a girl. You can still think of me, the old man, come in!"

Meng Youtian walked in with a smile, "Haha, Uncle Zhao, I haven't slept yet so late!" As he said that, he raised the pig's head in his hand, "Look, I'm here to bring you some food."

Old Zhao smiled heartily, put down his work, got up and took the pig's head and looked at it, and praised, "Good boy, I'm really trying to beat everyone. You have a conscience, and I still think of you, Mr. Zhao." After pausing, he pointed to the bedding rolls sandwiched by Meng Youtian and asked, "What's wrong, has the Li family collected the house?"

"No, if a guest comes to your house, I have to squeeze in for a few nights." Meng Youtian curled his lips after explaining and sneered: "The Li family wants to take my house, Humph, wait for the next life!"

Lao Zhao nodded and signaled Meng Youtian to put down the bedding roll. He picked up the tobacco pot. Meng Youtian stepped forward and lit the paper media to Matsu Akiko on the wall.

"What guest, please learn theories for me." Old Zhao asked curiously with his head blinking his little eyes.

Meng Youtian didn't hide it, and told the story again, then spread his hands and said, "There's no way, you can't stop saving me!"

"You must be thinking that the girl is good-looking and is cheating her family as a wife." Old Zhao teased and said, "Okay, don't explain, let's see, don't go into the mountains to hunt in the future. Look, your mother is so anxious that she stands at the entrance of the village every day."

Meng Youtian closed his mouth and refused to say anything. The more he described this kind of thing, he became darker and darker. He was a little sleepy and looked for a place to sleep.

"I want to talk to you a few more words. It seems that you, a kid, can't even open your eyes." Old Zhao seemed a little dissatisfied, but there was a hint of concern in his words, "There is hot water, wash your feet and sleep, and there is no ground to smoke me."

Meng Youtian smiled. This old man obviously loved him, but he said so. He was really a stubborn person.

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The news spread rapidly in a small village of 100 households. The next day, less than noon, the next day, two nieces from the cousin's family came to Meng Youtian's family and paid him back the profits. Meng Youtian also beat a wild boar in the mountains, asking the poor guys to taste the meat. The rumor of the whole story was almost known to everyone.

After breakfast, Meng Youtian returned to the dilapidated temple. A few good friends rushed to the news, chatting and spanking with him, and making jokes. His home was not deserted, and the girls and wives from the neighbors came to see the new sisters. At that time, when the snow was in the village, when the door was heavy, it was a custom to gather on the warm kang, doing needlework and chatting about homework. If it was another season, in the autumn threshing ground and in the flower and fruit forest in the midsummer, the good sisters would have to flatter the younger generations who were rushing to talk to them, forming an interesting landscape.

"Tsk tsk, the girl on the ground looks so beautiful, but she is better than the girls in our village." Sun Gui's family is famous and smart. When they meet, they not long after entering the house, and then they hold A Xiu's hand and talk nonstop, as if they have been old friends for many years. "Looking at this hand, they must be a clever person!"

A Xiu blushed and said silly: "I'm very stupid, don't laugh at me."

"Look at your mouth, you're blushing." Aunt Shuanglian's eyes never left Man'er, and she liked them so much, "Look at the little girl's eyebrows, she's more handsome than her sister when she grows up! How old is she?"

"Eleventh." Man'er was not afraid of being angry, and looked at this and that with her eyes rolling.

"But you have to eat more, this little body-" Aunt Shuanglian shook her head gently, grabbed a handful of walnuts and stuffed them into Man'er's hand, blinked her wet eyes, and sighed: "My Ni'er, if it weren't for--it would have been so big."

"Old sister-in-law, don't mention that sad thing." Aritian Niang comforted: "Do you want to like Man'er as your goddaughter?"

"That's good." Aunt Shuanglian wiped the corners of her eyes and forced a smile to touch Man'er's face.

"Hey, see who is here, a female scholar!" Sun Gui's family shouted in a frightening manner.

It turned out to be Zijuan. Zijuan knew the words and was a remarkable figure among women at that time. Sun Gui's randomness gave them nicknames.

"If I hadn't called you sister-in-law, I would have sewed your mouth." Zijuan said angrily: "Don't scare others no matter how you are."

Zijuan? Zhixuan? Meng Youtian shouted vaguely that night. A Xiu didn't hear it clearly, so he immediately misunderstood. His big eyes immediately fell on Zijuan. This is the woman Brother Youtian talked about. I want to see how talented he is. Enlightenment Novel Network

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