The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

There was the sound of pattering rain outside the house, and inside, Yan Qing was squatting on the ground looking at the basin in front of him.

The eaves leaked, and the rain seeped into the house. Except for the one in front of Yan Qing, there were also pots in the corners. This house is really dilapidated, and water leaks everywhere.

Yan Qing looked at the water in the basin and wondered what she was thinking.

"what happened?"

Zhou Mo saw Yan Qing's appearance after cooking the porridge, and couldn't help asking.

Yan Qing maintained his squatting posture, buried his head between his legs, "It's just a coincidence that the rain came, the soil just loosened."

Zhou Mo: "..."

After dinner, the rain gradually subsided, and Yan Qing could not stay longer after staying at home for half a day. He took his coir raincoat and ran to the field to see if there was any stagnant water in the field.

Zhou Mo didn't follow, not to mention that there was only one coir raincoat.

He sat at the table, looking out the window boredly, and suddenly broke away from his eight-to-five work, but felt a little empty with nothing to do.

Just when Zhou Mo was almost falling asleep, there was a hasty knock on the door.

"Yanqing, Yanqing, are you home?"

The voice belonged to Song Yue, it seemed that Song Yue was always haunted these days.

Zhou Mo didn't move, and just when she was about to say "absent", Song Yue said again, "My classmate gave me a book, I think you should need it."

Zhou Mo opened the door expressionlessly, and Song Yue was startled instinctively when she saw the person coming, "...Where is Yan Qing?"

"Where's the book?"

"Oh, here," Song Yue held the book up, and it fell into Zhou Mo's hands before she could say anything. She looked at Zhou Mo's appearance, and said, "You can just take it if you understand it?"

Zhou Mo didn't speak, just flipped through a few pages casually, and frowned slightly when he saw the simplified Chinese on the book. It has to be said that this overhead dynasty was particularly advanced in terms of writing.

Zhou Mo just boasted in the bottom of his heart, and suddenly realized that this "advanced" fictional dynasty seemed to come from Zhou Liu's fictional novels.

Since the author is Zhouliu, the main reason for the advanced writing can only be that Zhouliu is too lazy to research and Baidu.

...The reason was simple and rude, but it made Zhou Mo feel boring for a moment. He closed the book, "For Yan Qing? Then I will keep it for him."

Song Yue asked, "Did Yan Qing ever teach you how to read? How much do you know? Why don't you beg me, when I teach Yan Qing, I will teach you together."

Zhou Mo looked at Song Yue who looked inexplicably proud, and sneered, "You didn't know where to play with mud when I learned how to read."

Song Yue glared at Zhou Mo, "What are you bragging about, where did you learn to read?"

Private schools do not accept male students at all.

Zhou Mo cast him a cold look, opened a page at random and read out the contents of the text, then stood up the book, allowing Song Yue to see the truth.

Song Yue opened her mouth wide in surprise, unable to speak for a long time, "...you, you know everyone."

There are also a few words that she looks unfamiliar to her!

"I said you didn't know where to play with mud when I knew how to read," Zhou Mo took back the book and said to Song Yue, "By the way, do you have any novels... No, it's a story book, lend me a read."

He was really bored, and he couldn't go up the mountain in rainy weather.

Song Yue's complexion changed immediately, she pushed Zhou Mo into the room, and lowered her voice a lot, "Hush down, don't let my mother hear, I'll get it for you later."

Zhou Mo glanced at him, "Why, your mother expects her daughter to be a phoenix?"

Song Yue choked, "Can't you?"

When Yan Qing came home, it was amazing to see someone more in the house.

Zhou Mo frowned and sat at the table reading a book. Song Yue stood behind him and stretched her neck to look at the book in Zhou Mo's hand.

Song Yue hummed dissatisfied, "Slow down the pages, do you really know all the words? Why are you reading so fast?"

Zhou Mo didn't raise his eyes, he frowned and turned another page, "You haven't finished your book yet?"

Song Yue clicked her tongue, "Can't you revisit it? Don't change the subject, are you really finished?"

"Isn't it just the fish demon repaying his favor?"

"What kind of fish monster? You really didn't look at it seriously, it's a koi! Koi is not a monster! Are you really a man? You have no interest at all." Song Yue jumped behind Zhoumo angrily.

Yan Qing was curious, she only took off half of her coir raincoat, and stretched her head over to read, but he could only understand the words on it. He read a few rows, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of repayment, you can repay your kindness by eating something else Yet?"

The two were seeing the fish demon cooking for the hostess, and the hostess put her arms around the fish demon's waist and said, "I don't want to eat today, I want to eat something else, and then there is a detailed description that Zhoumo will never pass the trial."

Hearing Yan Qing's words suddenly, both of them felt guilty at the same time, Zhou Mo instinctively wanted to close the book, but Song Yue moved faster than him, and she lay down in front of Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo looked at Song Yue who was lying in front of him, frowned and moved away.

Song Yue laughed dryly, put the book away and put it behind her back, and said, "...I didn't stand firmly."

Song Yue's sneaky appearance made Yan Qing puzzled. He looked at Song Yue and then at Zhou Mo, with some doubts in his eyes, "...What does the fish demon wife master want to eat?"

Song Yue choked, Zhou Mo paused, and the two looked at each other at the same time.

Song Yue kowtowed and said, "Eat, eat, eat noodles!"

Zhou Mo looked at Song Yue inexplicably, his eyes were full of disgust, he took the coir raincoat that Yan Qing took off, shook the water stains and hung it on the wall, and changed the subject, "How is the field?"

Yan Qing was quickly taken away from the topic, shook his head and said, "There is no water accumulation, just wait for the weather to clear up and loosen the soil."

Zhou Mo nodded and asked again, "Are you hungry?"

"Fortunately."

Song Yue put away the book with a sullen face, and sat down, "I'm hungry, Yan Qing, I've come to give you a book on preschool education, take a look, and ask me if you don't know anything."

"I'll just teach, don't bother you."

Yan Qing's eyes lit up when he heard Zhou Mo's words.

Song Yue said, "Hey, is it great to know Chinese characters?"

Zhou Mo glanced at her, recalling some of Song Yue's personal experiences annotated on the side of the storybook, and said in a flat voice, "It is indeed more remarkable than some people who have typos all over the place."

Song Yue blushed, "That's a mistake!"

Song Yue was still about to quibble, but Sun suddenly stopped in front of the window holding a thin paper umbrella, interrupting a few people, and said in a pinched voice, "Yo, our Xiaoyanqing has eaten meat, it's delicious, and it's delicious. You can smell it from meters away."

Song Yue glanced at him angrily, "Are you a dog's nose? You can smell it from a hundred meters away."

"You!" As soon as Sun met Song Yue, it was inevitable to quarrel, but he had business to do today, so he endured it and said to Yan Qing, "You still don't open the door? How long do you want me to stand?"

Yan Qing was startled, and hurriedly went to open the door, but was held back by Zhou Mo, who didn't even bother to look at Sun, "If you have anything to say, just tell me, and then decide whether to let you in or not."

The Sun family is also the persona he had discussed with Zhou Liu, a superb relative who tends to appear in many popular literature, because what he wrote at the time really touched too many points, so Zhou Liu made a small change, but no matter what How to change it, Sun's position is to suppress the existence of Yan Qing.

"... Brother Zhou." Yan Qing was still a little uneasy, but Zhou Mo did not let go of his hand.

Sun snorted coldly, "I wanted to give you some face, but if you don't want it, forget it. Come and figure it out with me carefully. Is the money for food less? You must have stolen the money to buy pork!"

Yan Qing blushed and retorted, "I haven't. The harvest is not good this year. I told you earlier, and it's not too much."

"A penny less is less, stealing is wrong."

Song Yue couldn't stand it anymore, "Don't spout blood, do you have evidence?"

"How can I not know that the money for food exchange came to me? If you are short of money, just tell me that this kind of sneaky thing is absolutely not allowed."

Sun firmly insisted that Yan Qing took the money, no matter how Yan Qing explained, she just refused to admit it.

Yan Qing's face was flushed red, and tears of anger rolled in her eyes.

Zhou Mo didn't know how to quarrel with others, and he didn't want to listen to nonsense, so he directly picked up the basin on the ground and poured it out of the window. The water drenched Sun's body, and some even got into his mouth.

Sun choked on the water and coughed violently.

Zhou Mo looked at him condescendingly, "I'm sorry, the meat was given to me by others. As for the food and money, it must be calculated clearly. Qing'er has worked for you for so long, from sowing to harvesting by himself. When will you settle your wages?"

The author has something to say: Although the update is late, the collection is about to break three digits, so nervous