The whole family traveled through ancient times with their house

Jiang Yan was a little annoyed when she heard Old Lady Ye say that a gift from an elder cannot be declined. But since the other party was so old, Jiang Yan couldn't show it, so she looked at Ye Zhan helplessly.

Seeing his wife's face twisted into a bitter gourd, Ye Zhan wanted to help. But when he met Old Lady Ye's eyes, he retreated and dared not speak.

That is the heart of an old mother, the begging of an old mother.

In the eyes of Old Lady Ye, Ye Zhan was defeated.

"Wife, why don't we just take it!"

"..." Jiang Yan didn't expect that Ye Zhan would be the first to give up. "Okay!" Jiang Yan couldn't let Ye Zhan down, so she had to agree to what Ye Zhan said.

When Mrs. Ye saw that Jiang Yan agreed, her kind eyes were so soft that tears could drip from them.

Ye Zhan once again felt the motherly love like a tide, motherly love like a wave that almost drowned him.

"Cough cough cough~"

Ye Zhan had never expected that the sudden motherly love would almost drown him.

Ye Zhan's cough made Jiang Yan withdraw all her thoughts. A worried look appeared in her heart. Apart from patting Ye Zhan's back gently, she could no longer think of anything else.

Old Mrs. Ye took a few glances and saw that her youngest son was fine. He might have been frightened by her, so she looked at him apologetically a few more times, then quietly retreated and returned to the west room.

(After the Ye family moved in, the Dajun brothers gave the west room to the old couple of the Ye family, and they and the other brothers of the Ye family slept in the same room.)

After coughing a few more times, Ye Zhan finally used all his strength to hold his wife's hand and said, "Wife, I'm fine."

"It's okay, it's okay." Jiang Yan kept repeating these four words. When she felt her hand being held by Ye Zhan, she opened her eyes wide in disbelief. She was afraid that she had seen it wrong.

After a long while, she finally held Ye Zhan's hand and exclaimed ecstatically: "Husband, your hand can move."

"Hmm. Hmm?" With his wife's reminder, Ye Zhan's gaze fell on his right hand, and then he shook his wife's hand vigorously.

"Ha~" Ye Zhan didn't expect that today would give him such a big surprise. He stared blankly at the big hand that was wrapping around his wife's fair little hand.

"Wife, my hands can really move."

"Try that hand." Jiang Yan's trembling voice reminded Ye Zhan again.

“Hey!”

Ye Zhan didn't use much strength, and the fingers of his left hand slowly clenched into a fist. "Wife~"

The big man, who was 182cm tall, burst into tears.

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, but just hugged Ye Zhan tightly, enjoying this heartfelt joy with him.

During this period, Ye Zhan was well taken care of by his wife. He gained weight and regained some of his former appearance.

Jiang Yan was worried that if he only gained weight without exercising, it would be detrimental to his health. So even with the thick fog, she still used her supernatural powers to help Ye Zhan comb his body every day.

Just like Ye Zhan's gradually shrinking legs, they gradually regained vitality.

Jiang Yan was certain that Ye Zhan's full recovery was just around the corner.

The next morning, when Mrs. Ye opened the front door of the east wing, she found that the snow had stopped.

Mrs. Ye's lips trembled, and after taking a deep breath of cold air, she finally spoke. "Oh my God, the snow has finally stopped."

As soon as Mrs. Ye finished speaking, several little heads popped out from the front door of the west wing, followed by a burst of cheers.

"Wow, we can go out and play."

"What are you playing for? Let's clear the snow first."

"Yeah."

"Don't sweep it yet, we have to collect the clean snow in the yard first."

"Okay!" The young boys like to do this job.

"Put on your clothes, and put on your coats."

"I understand, Auntie."

Several boys rushed back to the house to put on their clothes. Dajun reminded them, "My mother said that we have to wear masks and gloves when we go out."

"Well, Mom said that if you don't wear a mask and gloves, your hands and face will get frozen."

"You also need to wear a hat and boots, and keep your ears and feet warm."

Jiang Yan knew that women in ancient times were very skillful, and the women of the Ye family were no exception. Since there was horsehide and sheepskin at home, everyone worked together to make boots for the children.

Jiang Yan looked at the handmade boots made by the women of the Ye family. The stitching was fine and beautiful. They were in no way inferior to the boots she bought. She exclaimed, "She's really opened her eyes again."

In the yard, the neatly dressed children all ran out of the west wing.

Jiulang was the youngest, but he was the loudest. Sister Ye was afraid they would disturb her parents-in-law's rest, so she reminded them to stop making noise.

...

By the time Jiang Yan and the others woke up, it was already noon. She then remembered that it was her and Ye Dasao's turn to cook today. But she and Ye Zhan had slept too late last night and didn't get up in the morning.

Fortunately, the fourth and fifth aunts of the Ye family got up to help, so everyone's breakfast was not delayed.

Old Mrs. Ye was very attentive. When she woke up in the morning and saw that Jiang Yan's eyes were swollen, she began to wonder, "Could it be that she caused the young couple to quarrel?"

Thinking of this possibility, the old lady could no longer sit still. She secretly went over to ask her youngest son: "Xiao Liu, did you have a fight with your wife?"

“…” It was still very distracting for Ye Zhan to call the old lady Xiaoliu.

It took him a while to realize that the old lady was talking to him, and he slowly replied, "No."

"Then why are your wife's eyes swollen?"

"They are happy tears, tears of joy."

"Happy? Joyful?"

When Old Mrs. Ye was thinking about how to use these two words, she saw her youngest son's fingers move slightly.

"Xiao Liu, can you move your hands...?"

"Yeah. It was only after the old lady returned to the west room yesterday that we discovered that my hand could move."

"Can both hands move?" The old lady was afraid that she had missed something, so she asked carefully.

"Well, both hands can move now."

The youngest son said that both of his hands could move, and the old lady cried with joy.

In the main room, General Ye was also listening. When he heard that his youngest son's hand could move, he excitedly pushed the door open and walked in.

"Xiao Liu, let me see your hand." The old general finished speaking and realized that he had been abrupt. But his anxious and worried eyes made Ye Zhan unable to refuse.

Seeing that his youngest son's hands could really move, the old general was so excited that tears streamed down his face.

Throughout his life, he was a man of integrity, worthy of heaven, worthy of earth, and worthy of the country and people of the Great Zhou.

But he was the only one who felt sorry for his youngest son. He was stolen away at a young age and suffered abuse and torture in the Shen family. In the end, the son was disabled and could only spend his days lying on the kang.

The old general felt more and more guilty towards his youngest son and kept covering his face and crying.

When the old lady saw the old man crying, she wanted to cry even more.

Ye Zhan was confused. Neither he nor his wife was crying. What were the old couple trying to do?

Jiang Yan also heard the old couple crying, which came from the east room where they lived, and was also startled.

He ran into the house without caring about anything else.