The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

There are many people at home today, and the hunting dogs are all locked up in the old house, but there is always a wolf cub that escapes.

Zhao Guizhi heard that a friend of Chu Xiao had come to her house, so she wanted to come out and say hello after finishing her work.

As soon as he came out of the kitchen, he saw the wolf cub peeking outside the door, so he quickly called Yan Zhenshen and asked him to take the wolf cub back to the old house.

Many women in the village would be frightened when they saw hounds, not to mention a wolf, and there were children in the yard.

Fortunately, the wolf cub did not run in directly as usual, otherwise it would have really scared someone.

While Lin Ge'er was washing the vegetable leaves, Luo Ge'er was cutting them. Once they had enough time to stir-fry them in the pan, they could start eating.

Xiao Bao sat nearby and watched attentively. When he heard Zhao Guizhi calling him wolf cub, his eyes lit up. He glanced at Lin Ge'er and whispered, "Dog."

Luo Ge'er turned around and smiled at him: "Go outside to find your Uncle Wang Wu and ask him to take you to see the big dog."

Xiaobao went to Wang's house quite often and was familiar with Wang Wu. After a little hesitation, he ran out to find Wang Wu.

Brother Lin was in the kitchen listening to Wang Wu responding to Xiaobao's words. He leaned his head out to take a look and saw that it was Yan Zhennan who carried the person out of the yard. He didn't say anything, but there was a faint smile between his eyebrows.

Xiaobao can accept more and more people approaching him, and he is extremely happy.

Outside, Zhao Guizhi spoke a few words to Bai Hao, who praised her and said she looked very young. If he was not Chu Xiao's friend, he would have to call her sister.

In fact, if you really consider their ages, there is nothing wrong with calling her sister. After all, Zhao Guizhi is only in her early forties, and Lei Huo is about to turn thirty.

It is true that Lei Huo looked older than ordinary people because of the wind and sun he had experienced on the battlefield, but he could not resist Bai Hao, a young man who loved beauty.

I don't know how much expensive moisturizer I used in Kyoto. It took me more than half a year to make my face look presentable.

People in the yard were talking lively about farming. Yan Zhenbei helped serve tea and water, and Zhang Yiming joked with him about when he would be able to pass the imperial examination and become the top scholar.

Yan Zhenbei studied in the county town this year and spent very little time in the village. His impression of Zhang Yiming was still that of the scoundrel who teased him and his sister in the bamboo forest of Nanshan.

But now that he could enter his house, he probably wasn't a bad guy, so he smiled shyly at him and said that he didn't have that ability.

Seeing that Yan Zhenbei actually responded to him, Zhang Yiming smiled even more cheerfully and patted the little guy on the shoulder: "It's okay, as long as you are more promising than my cousin."

Wang Wu also came over to talk: "That's right, our Xiao Bei works hard, if he is a scholar we will take the exam for Juren, if he takes the exam for Juren we will take the exam for Jinshi, no matter what we have to beat him."

Yan Zhenbei suddenly felt the weight of the hand on his shoulder. It was not like he had never thought of this before. He didn't think it was a big deal when Mr. Zhang broke off the engagement with his father-in-law. After all, if this hadn't happened, he wouldn't have such a good father-in-law.

But later, when I heard that he actually came to my house to propose marriage, I immediately thought that this man was really shameless, and I had the urge to beat him up.

But firstly, he was too young and might not be able to win the fight. Secondly, he had read more books and knew more than before. Although Zhang Yiju was a scholar now and it was okay to beat him, if he passed the imperial examination, he would be half an official. If he wanted to bully his family, they would be powerless to fight back.

So he can't fight now, at least he has to wait until he and that person are evenly matched in strength.

"Yan Xiaosi, you can definitely do it." Gu Pan also encouraged him.

Although he had no grudge against Zhang Yiju, he was still a member of the Zhang family after all, so he couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. It was an outsider who could suppress the Zhang family, and he was happy to laugh at them.

However, Gu Pan never understood Zhang Yiming. They all had the surname Zhang, so why would he be so disrespectful to his own clan members?

He thought about it and asked, and Zhang Yiming snorted in disdain when he heard it.

"You know my father is a good man, right? When he was alive, he would rather not eat meat for a few months than buy pens and ink for his good nephew. Whenever the clan did something, he would always contribute money and effort."

Gu Pan usually doesn't care much about other people's affairs, but he knows a little bit about it, so he nodded and said, "I know a little bit."

"My father fell ill when I was ten years old. I don't remember what exactly was wrong with him, but the doctor said it could be cured, but it would cost a lot of money and he wouldn't be able to work in the future."

Zhang Yiming said it quite easily, not like he was recalling any painful past. "At that time, I thought my father had contributed a lot to the Zhang family, so it was always feasible to ask them for help. But when they heard that my father couldn't work in the future, they were afraid that the money they had taken out would be wasted, so they all cried poor. That's fine, but do you know what Zhang Yiju said?"

Gu Pan shook his head. How would he know that?

Zhang Yiming snorted coldly: "He cried very hard, saying that if my father died, who would buy him pens and ink, and who would buy him snacks."

"I thought he was a little grateful to my father, but who would have thought that he would ask if I could buy him an inkstone before he died, saying that he had been eyeing it for a long time."

"Huh?" Wang Wu felt a little unbelievable. After all, this happened many years ago. He didn't know there was such a thing. "Why didn't you hit him?"

"I beat him." Zhang Yiming turned his head to look at him: "I rushed up to him and hit his nose until it bled. Later, my third uncle beat him up. My mother wanted to pull him away but was stopped by my third aunt. My mother asked the clan members to make the decision, but no one responded."

Zhang Yiming finally got a little angry when he said, "I shouldn't even tell you about this kind of life. Do you know how my father died?"

Gu Pan didn't know this, but Wang Wu knew something: "Didn't he fall to death while walking on the mountain after drinking too much?"

"That's fake." Zhang Yiming said with a smile, "My father doesn't drink at all. Besides, I followed him up the mountain. He kept mumbling to me while drinking, telling me to live a good life in the future and stop meddling in other people's affairs. It's not worth it."

Wang Wu was shocked: "So..."

"Yes, I saw him jump with my own eyes, and I was the one who went back to call the villagers."

Gu Pan and Wang Wu looked at him very differently. None of them had expected that Zhang Yiming could be so cruel as to watch his father commit suicide.

Zhang Yiming shrugged helplessly when they looked at him. "What can I do? I said all kinds of nice things and bad things, but he just wanted to die. He pushed me to the limit and said I would die with him if he dared. He didn't care and said it was fine, so that I wouldn't be a burden and bring trouble to my mother."

"But why should I die? I did nothing wrong." Zhang Yiming looked straight into Wang Wu's eyes: "You know what I said later, I said if he really doesn't want to live, then he should go hang himself in front of his uncle's house, and no one will have an easy life."

"But he couldn't bear to leave his nephew behind. He was afraid that he would hinder his future until his death."