Chapter 27: Micro-micro, Qinghu does not return 2

At the wrong time, when the husband was born, his husband was recruited to work hard. He would go to the distant capital to build a mausoleum for the emperor. I heard that it would take three years at the shortest and ten or eight years at the longest.

She didn't hold her husband's skirt to cry, but silently prepared her bag for him, opened the old cotton-padded clothes, added some new cotton into it, and sewed it thicker than before. Because the traffickers who have been to the capital say that the cold wind is piercing in winter, and the snow can flood people.

The husband pulled her and said that she couldn't make her happy, so he let her suffer first. Her simple and honest face was full of reluctance at this time. A farmer who can only do rough work is proud to marry a daughter-in-law like her, but at this time, complacency has become difficult. I don't know which year I will come back. My beautiful wife is a widow, and how lonely life should be. Would it be better for her to remarry someone else?

Before she could say anything, she hid her husband's mouth and said, "Don't say that. Can you don't want me, not even the children?" The husband was silent. He was about to leave home before he was ready to be a father.

The husband team set off a few days later. She and the women in the village went to the entrance of the village to see them off. The men sucked their noses hard so that they would not cry, and at the same time, they waved their arms hard.

For a moment, she suddenly felt that her husband could never come back, and the impulse to go home and pack up to keep up was unprecedentedly strong. However, in the end, she put up with it. Although her parents-in-law were not old, they still needed her care, not to mention the bumpy road, and the child would not stand it.

In the first few months, I miss you very much. No matter what you are doing at hand, you will hallucinately hear the sound of your husband whistling in the yard. Men don't have any excellent skills, but they are very hard-working and courageous. When I was a child, I followed my parents to visit my relatives in this village. At that time, I was too young to cry when I saw the big yak coming towards me. It was he who ran over from the trunch to open the cow and teased her with a butterfly with a straw pole.

She doesn't remember it herself. Her parents said with a smile after the matchmaker left, saying that he knew how to love his wife since he was a child and was a man worth marrying.

Now that her husband is not at home, she can only try her best to recall some things between them so that he won't go too far.

However, this kind of trance is still a bad thing. One afternoon, she went to the town alone to buy salt. On the way back, she accidentally stepped on the air and fell into the canal. The consequences of the fall were serious. Not only did she sprain one knee, but the four-month-old child also had a misjure. Her parents-in-law comforted her that she would have more children, and even her mother came to take care of her, but no one could dispel her guilt.

"How many women in the village have a safe first child? You don't have to pay attention to this kind of thing at all. Your young couple will still have a long life in the future. When he comes back, you can give birth as much as you want. The neighbor sister who just gave birth to a boy the other month came to comfort him. She looked at the child in her eldest sister's arms with tears in her eyes, thinking that her child would look like this, right?

After resting for half a month, she was able to work on the ground again, but she always felt empty around her and couldn't sleep soundly at night. On the night with the moon, she looked at the circle of dim yellow and hazy through the window paper. Without the moon, she had insomnia all night and could not convert.

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The people who repair the altar are all farmers from all over the world. They are able to do things with round shoulders and wide backs, but they eat too much, which makes the stewellers who will be the supervisors very unhappy.

"Damn, it's sweet potato again! You don't have the strength to work if you just eat sweet potatoes!" A man from the north got angry as soon as he received lunch. They ate japonica rice all the way to the capital. After a decent meal on the day they first arrived, although it was difficult for the cook to change a few tricks, they always ate sweet potatoes.

It was a small young man who was eating. He didn't usually work much to distribute meals when everyone was resting. At this time, he shouted and didn't dare to say anything. Instead, the eunuch who put his hands on his hands and looked like a gift stared at him: "If you have food, you still shout. I think you're hungry!"

The man from the north frowned and said, "Who is hungry!" Is this also called rice? Open your dog's eyes and see if it's called rice? You are the guy who grew up eating gold and silver.

The eunuch threatened "um" and shrills, "It's your blessing to work for the emperor. It's also a supreme honor for the emperor to give you to eat sweet potatoes. Not only are you grateful, but you are even picky?"

The man almost fell on the bowl and beat him. The people on both sides hurriedly grabbed him and reminded him that he could not provoke the eunuchs. The consequences of competing with a eunuch were more terrible than offending the current members.

"Huh! Sell your own brother's bitch!" But he hated it, and the man from the north cursed in a low voice.

More husbands just stretched out the bowl silently, even if the sweet potato seemed difficult to swallow. At this time, they can still make a living. If they rashly contradict, they may move their heads and get nothing.

Song Zhen, the king of Yi, passed by in the distance with several servants. He stopped and looked at them for a while, as if he didn't see anything. When he learned that his brother was going to build an altar, he was uneasy. On the one's, he was afraid that his identity would be exposed, and on the other, he was also afraid that Emperor Xuanping would take this opportunity to recruit a more powerful wizard. No matter which possibility, it would make him fail.

After a few steps, Wei Tanyi came to face with a flute and a leisurely look. When he saw him, he saluted with his hands. Knowing that he had crazy capital, Song Zhen had to swallow his anger and asked, "Mr. Wei came here alone. Isn't it a walk?"

"Well, what did the prince come to do, and what did the people come to do?" Wei Tanyi smiled politely and bounced back the problem smoothly.

Song Zhen didn't expect him to dare to talk to himself like this. He stared at him with dark eyes for a while. He got angry and hummed and left.

Wei Tanyi said to his back, "Go well, prince." Suddenly, he asked the man who had been following him a few steps away: "Looking at those people, what do you remember?"

The man wrapped himself in a cotton-padded coat that was already dilapidated and dirty, and whispered, "I'm very familiar with it."

That's it." I tell you the truth," Wei Tanyi knocked on the shoulder bone with the tail of the flute. "You died more than 1,200 years ago. At that time, King Qiong unified the Central Plains and wanted to build an immortal mausoleum for himself, so you came here. You may be exhausted or fall to death, only you know. If you want to go home, you must remember where you are from, otherwise I can't help you even if I have the ability.

"1,200..." The man had no feeling for this huge number, but frowned, "Where am I from?"

"Even if it's just a little clue, life habits or local specialties, please be sure to remember."