The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

It is true. Only an orphan and a widow are left. Not to mention the Li family, I am afraid that even the idle men in the village would bully such a family.

If they come and make trouble every few days, Lin Ge'er, a young boy with a soft personality, would probably suffer.

"This..." When Qiao Qingyun was a child, he was surrounded by children of officials in Kyoto. Later, he moved to the provincial capital and devoted himself to reading books of sages. He came to Anning Town to open an academy. Although there were many students from poor families, he was only responsible for correcting their homework. He had no intention of taking care of other things.

Therefore, he knew very little about rural affairs and could not say anything at the moment.

"That's Brother Lin's own business. If he can't stand up on his own, no one will help him all his life." Chu Xiao didn't think he was kind enough to pave the way for someone who had nothing to do with him.

He always believed that one has to walk his own path. If he doesn't try hard, how can he know whether he can succeed or not? The worst that can happen is that both sides will be destroyed. If he has a bit of kindness in his heart, it is also for the little kid. As for Lin Ge'er, he has done what he should do. Everything else depends on Lin Ge'er himself.

Yan Sanmei nodded seriously. It was true. In the same situation, different ideas would lead to different results.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, before it was fully light, crackling sounds were heard in the village. It was the sound of firecrackers being set off.

Yan Zhenshen also got up early, built a fire outside the yard, threw bamboo poles into it, and soon the sound of bamboo exploding was heard.

The hounds in the backyard were used to it, but the wolf cubs and Little Gray kept barking when they heard the noise.

Zhao Guizhi mixed some paste and asked others to paste Spring Festival couplets and hang lanterns, while she continued to prepare breakfast.

Originally, the plan was to have Yan Zhenshen write the word "Fu" on the red paper, but now that there was a teacher in the family, the task naturally fell on Qiao Qingyun.

After writing the word "Fu", Yan Zhennan asked him to write something else since there was still some red paper left.

Qiao Qingyun wrote about a bumper harvest, thriving livestock, blessings from heaven, and a long life, and finally wrote about meeting good luck when going out.

These were all posted by the old housekeeper during the Chinese New Year. Every year the yard was filled with them, so he naturally wrote down some of them.

Yan Zhennan took the Spring Festival couplets and planned to find a place outside the yard to post them, but suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no Spring Festival couplets posted in Qiao Qingyun's small yard.

"Would you like to write another pair of Spring Festival couplets? I'll accompany you to the county town to post them after the New Year's Eve dinner."

“No need.” Qiao Qingyun took the Chuchu Jianxi from his hand and smeared the paste on it: “Go and stick it on quickly, or it will freeze.”

"I haven't chosen a location yet."

But since the paste had been applied, he could only find a big stone to stick it on. However, he saw that the location was a bit far away, so he moved it closer to the house with great effort.

Chu Xiao directed Yan Zhenshen to paste the Spring Festival couplets on the door, sometimes left and sometimes right. Just as he finished, he turned around and saw Yan Zhennan moving stones.

The corners of his mouth twitched: "Has this second brother been so depressed recently that he actually went against a big rock."

Yan Zhenshen glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "Anyway, I'm almost dying of suffocation."

Chu Xiao: “…” He said this as if he didn’t allow it, but it was obvious that he himself did nothing.

Well, the main reason is that he complained about the cold last time and said that it was inconvenient to take a shower, so I asked him to take it easy, but I didn’t say that it was not possible.

Chu Xiao stretched out his hand and hooked it around Yan Zhenshen's neck: "That night, we fired the first shot of the New Year."

Yan Zhenshen: What are you talking about?

He could guess without thinking that what his husband said was not serious.

After the Spring Festival couplets were pasted and breakfast was finished, Zhao Guizhi and Yan Sanmei started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen.

Yan Zhenshen slaughtered chickens and ducks, while Yan Zhennan took Qiao Qingyun to Liujia Bay to buy fish.

In winter, the ice is thick and catching fish is more difficult than usual. You have to dig through the ice first and then cast nets to catch them, but you usually can’t catch any fish.

But every household must have a fish on the dinner table during the Chinese New Year, which means abundance every year. So on Chinese New Year's Day, Liujiawan usually catches hundreds of fish, big and small, which is enough for people in nearby villages to share.

This was not the first time that Qiao Qingyun had gone out with Yan Zhennan. When someone asked him about it before, he introduced him as Yan Zhenbei's teacher and his good brother, who was visiting his home.

But it was a bit inappropriate to still be there on New Year's Eve, but Qiao Qingyun generously said that his parents had died early and he was the only one in the family, so he shamelessly stayed to join in the fun.

Yan Zhennan immediately objected: "Ayun and I have a good relationship. My home is his home and his home is my home. It's the kind of relationship where you are in me and I am in you."

Qiao Qingyun was a little amused by his bold remarks, but he would not deny it. This was a fact, and how others understood and thought about it was their business.

Apparently, no one thought about it that way, and they even laughed and joked: "I think you are the one who is clinging to him. Otherwise, a scholar like him would not care about a peasant like you."

Not only was Yan Zhennan not angry, he even raised his head and said proudly, "What's wrong with being persistent? Anyway, he will be good to me from now on."

"Okay, okay, you two are the best." The uncle who started the conversation smiled and shook his head: "You are already 18 or 19 years old, but you still act like a child."

Yan Zhennan: “…” I am asserting my sovereignty, how can it be considered as a child’s speech?

The net in Liujia Bay caught a lot of fish. Those who were waiting to buy fish stopped gossiping and ran over to pick the fish.

There were many people buying, so Yan Zhennan didn't let Qiao Qingyun squeeze in. Instead, he ran over himself and picked up two pieces quickly.

They were all quite big and they struggled hard when they first got ashore, but they were frozen soon after.

What was frozen was the arc of the tail. Yan Zhennan showed it to Qiao Qingyun proudly: "Does it look like the fish in the New Year pictures?"

"Yes." Qiao Qingyun handed the backpack forward: "Put it in quickly, won't your hands get cold?"

Yan Zhennan threw it in and rubbed his hands, then put on the backpack and walked back.

Qiao Qingyun handed a palm-sized hand warmer from his sleeve to Yan Zhennan: "Warm yourself up first."

Yan Zhennan didn't answer, but held Qiao Qingyun's hand: "Cover it for me."

The uncle who just spoke to me happened to pass by and said with a smile: "Wow, this relationship is really good. I even covered my hand."

Then he pulled the person who came with him and said, "Hey, I helped you grab all your fish, why don't you return the favor and cover my hands for me."

The uncle who was pulled over had a look of disgust on his face: "Are you disgusting? Go home and cover yourself with your wife."

"I've known you for more than 30 years. When you were a kid, you let me touch your bird as you pleased. Now you can't even cover it with your hand, and I'm forcing you to do it."

"Go away, hey, where are you touching?"

The two uncles' voices faded away, and Yan Zhennan laughed out loud: "He actually had the nerve to laugh at me."

Qiao Qingyun also smiled, put the hand warmer into Yan Zhennan's hand and pulled his hand out: "Cover it yourself, go back quickly, mother is still waiting."

"Ayun, my hands are cold, please warm them for me again." Yan Zhennan caught up with him, but Qiao Qingyun ignored him.

With so many people watching, it’s better to be careful about the impact.