The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

When you push the door open on a winter morning, a chill fills your lungs the moment you take a breath. Even if you are not asleep yet, your sleepiness will be instantly frozen away without a trace.

Chu Xiao covered himself with his cotton-padded jacket and hurriedly ran to the toilet. As soon as he reached the side of the courtyard, he saw a ball of snow falling from the roof and hitting him right in front of him.

He looked up and saw the man on the rooftop smiling: "The snow in the yard hasn't been swept yet, walk slower."

"If you're any slower, you'll pee your pants."

Chu Xiao didn't bother with Yan Zhenshen for this sudden mistake. After all, his brother Shen still had the sense to not hit him. If he had really hit him... hmph, he would still be a little angry.

He hurriedly ran into the toilet to flush the toilet. When Chu Xiao looked up again, Yan Zhenshen had already gone to clean the snow from another part of the roof.

Yan Zhennan was also deliberately throwing snowflakes down from the roof of the main courtyard. Qiao Qingyun, who was sweeping the yard, was drenched. He picked up a ball of snow and threw it onto the roof.

Halfway through the work, the two of them actually started a snowball fight. However, due to their different geographical locations, even though Qiao Qingyun had good aim, he was still at a disadvantage.

Fortunately, Yan Zhennan didn't dare to really hit his wife, and always chose to hit the wrong target.

Chu Xiao stood at the small door and watched for a while, then squatted down, made a snowball, and threw it directly at Yan Zhennan when he was not paying attention.

Yan Zhennan was still shouting on the rooftop, trying to hit the target in vain, when he was suddenly hit in the chest by a snowball. Not to mention whether it hurt or not, the sudden shock frightened him so much that he took a deep breath and coughed for a long time.

After seeing clearly who had done it, he looked eagerly towards the roof of the courtyard. Yan Zhenshen was standing high and could see far, but it was none of his business.

Qiao Qingyun and Chu Xiao smiled at each other and continued to sweep the yard, choosing to ignore the aggrieved look of the man on the roof.

It was snowing these days and Qiao Qingyun did not go to the county academy, but he went to the village school several times. It would be a waste of his talent to use his knowledge to enlighten a child.

So when he went to school, he didn't really teach anything serious, but instead wrote rows of Spring Festival couplets for the village children to learn.

I think if the children can perform well for their families during the New Year, the villagers will not think that studying is useless and will let the children go back to work in the spring.

It's because he doesn't have much money now, otherwise he would really like to build a bigger school and bring children from the surrounding villages to study.

After all, a teacher is a father for life. If there is any gossip one day, he can still count on his students.

Therefore, ideological education should also start from childhood. The mouth is the door to the heart. If you keep your mouth shut, the truth will be revealed. The mind is the foundation of the heart. If you do not guard your mind carefully, you will stray into the evil path.

It is not that the people in Anning Village are unaware of the importance of studying, but the tuition is too high, and it is impossible for an ordinary farmer's family to raise a scholar.

The Zhang family did cultivate one, and although his character was a bit poor, there were still many people who envied him.

Therefore, the villagers were very grateful that Qiao Qingyun set up such a school. When the children returned home, they would hear their parents nagging about studying hard with the teacher. Knowledge was secondary, and what was important was to learn how to be a good person.

It has to be said that the presence of a negative example made the idea that Qiao Qingyun wanted to convey very successful.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the twelfth lunar month, and it was also the day for Zhang Yiyu's wedding. If it were the Zhang family of the past, there would have been a grand celebration, but now it was so deserted that only some Zhang family members were too embarrassed to hold their wedding.

The news that Zhang Yiju was banned from taking the exam had spread throughout the village. Those who had borrowed money from the Zhang family were no longer as polite as before. They came to the house every now and then to ask for money, but were driven away by Zhang's mother with a sarcastic tone.

No matter what, Zhang Yiju was still a scholar, and even though he felt sorry for the money, he didn't dare to go to the house and make a scene. After all, the young master and the scholar in Zhang's mother's mouth were her son's classmates, and even a tiger in trouble could not be bullied by a dog.

Not only did I not get the money, but I was also called a dog. How could I not be angry?

When they saw the scholar coming back with the bridal sedan on a tall horse, the villagers, feeling very upset, secretly spit several times.

And Zhang Yiju, who was riding on the horse, did not look happy at all. His dejected look did not look like he was getting married at all, but more like his mother had died.

At this moment, he couldn't stop regretting. No matter if he could have chosen Chu Xiaoxiao, Chu Wanwan, or Lu Chengxue, any one of them would be more beautiful than the woman in the sedan chair.

Suddenly he glanced and saw the beautiful Yan Sanmei in the crowd, smiling and talking to the girl next to her.

Zhang Yiju's eyes widened instantly. As a scholar, he should marry a woman with such appearance.

Yan Sanmei seemed to sense something. When she looked up, she met Zhang Yiju's eyes. She immediately showed a disgusted expression: "Xinghua, let's go back to the school."

After watching the beautiful figure leave his sight, Zhang Yiju slumped his shoulders again and completed the wedding and bridal chamber with a sullen face.

On the contrary, the girl he married was cheerful every day, praising her husband for being very calm and steady. She said that he must be a promising man if he could not show his joy even after getting married.

A few days after the marriage, Zhang Yiju stayed in the study room almost all the time except for the wedding night, and he really seemed to be in a state of not bothering his new wife.

Even when his new wife occasionally came in to add water for him, he would stare straight at the book, which made people feel that he was very hardworking. Some people would even comfort him gently, "Husband, the next imperial examination will take another three years, so don't tire yourself out."

Zhang Yiju's face was full of impatience. He just hummed lightly and continued reading, not wanting to say a single extra word.

Although Zhang's mother was not satisfied with her daughter-in-law, her son had no hope of passing the imperial examination and was now quite old, so she could only place her hopes on the next generation.

Seeing her son's attitude, she had to give him some advice: "You can't always be like this. At least try your best to give me a grandson."

"She looks like that, my son really..." Zhang Yiju sighed. He couldn't tell his mother that he had to turn off the lights before doing anything on their wedding night.

But when he woke up in the morning and found a woman with stronger muscles than him in his arms, he was instantly frightened and has never been able to get an erection since then.

Mother Zhang glanced outside the house and saw the new daughter-in-law was sweeping the snow in the yard. Although she looked a little ugly, she was not ugly.

"His arms are thicker than mine, and his whole body is hard." Zhang Yiju saw his mother's doubts and no longer tried to hide them. He said directly: "No wonder her family doesn't want a dowry. This is a marriage fraud."

"No way?" Zhang's mother looked at the new daughter-in-law in disbelief, and saw her glance around. When she didn't see anyone in the yard, she directly moved the water tank in the yard to the corner.

Zhang's mother: "..." Is this the strength a girl should have?