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

Zhou Mo slept with his clothes on, and was awakened by the noise outside the house after not sleeping for long, Yan Qing was nowhere to be seen on the couch, Zhou Mo stretched out his hand to touch the bedding, it was already completely cold.

He tilted his head to look out the window, the sky was twilight, and the morning light was twilight. According to Zhou Mo's modern schedule, it was probably just dawn, about six o'clock, and it was the most suitable time to turn over and go back to sleep.

But the people outside the house didn't give him a chance, the sonorous and forceful voice pierced through the door and exploded in Zhou Mo's mind.

After not sleeping well all night, Zhou Mo's waking up was on the verge of exploding, he endured it, and pulled up the entire quilt to cover his head.

Mrs. Sun outside the house didn't know there was anyone else in the house. He put his hips on his hips and yelled so that the neighbors could hear him, "What's the matter with asking him to do some farm work for me? My wife and I have raised him for so many years, and our kindness is long overdue." Overshadowed his short-lived father."

Someone next to him couldn't stand it, "Why is it also a child of your cousin's family..."

"Who knows?" Mrs. Sun interrupted the man bitterly, "That little wave hooves look is not a bit like my simple and honest cousin, but I can understand that my cousin is really boring. A little bit."

There was another sound of opening the door, and the person from the next room pushed the door out. It was a very clear female voice, "Are you in a hurry if you don't come to make noise all day? The banquet is going to the ground early in the morning. Who are you yelling for?"

The people watching the theater at the edge left quickly when they saw Song Yue coming out.

It's not uncommon for men to talk badly here, there are many people like Sun, but women are basically the opposite, and rarely swear, but Song Yue doesn't care at all. And what I hate the most is when other people watch the show and have to scold them.

Sun didn't know how many times she had confronted Song Yue, so she was naturally not afraid of her, "Oh, who am I? I can't hear him if I say a few words? You should ask your parents to prepare more gifts for you. Did I marry him?"

Song Yue yelled at him, "All the sons of my cousin's family want to sell, are you a rooster who can't lay eggs?"

"You!" Sun blew his nose and stared angrily, wanting to retaliate.

"Have you said enough?" Zhou Mo pursed his thin lips tightly, and pushed open the door with an ice-like face, a thick low air pressure enveloped his whole body.

All of a sudden, the two people outside the house were startled by Zhou Mo, no one knew that there was actually someone hiding in the house.

Sun was about to explode, but was swept away by Zhou Mo's icy gaze, and instinctively stopped her voice, but when she recovered, she felt ashamed because of being suppressed by Zhou Mo.

Sun's voice was thin and sharp, "I'm talking in front of my house, what's bothering you?"

Zhou Mo sneered, "If I remember correctly, this house was left to Yan Qing by Yan Qing's father, how did it become your house?"

Sun's face immediately changed, and she said forcefully, "Since Yun Mian is married to my cousin, the house will naturally belong to my cousin."

Song Yue sneered and said, "You know it's my cousin too? How come, the cousin's relationship is closer than her own son? The house doesn't belong to Yanqing, but to you? What's the reason?"

"You bully Yan Qing wantonly because you are an elder, what a big face."

Mrs. Sun was so speechless by the two of them taking turns, her face turned red from head to toe, she shook her hands and left with a grunt.

Zhou Mo looked at the back of Mrs. Sun twisting her waist and leaving with all kinds of flair, and suddenly felt sick in her heart.For such a big man, he has a mean mouth and a mean mouth, and he squirms when he walks...

Song Yue put her hand on the fence between the two houses, and looked at Zhoumo with her chin, "Hey, how do you know that this house was left to him by Yan Qing's father? I mean, a mean person like Sun Yao , why are you willing to give up the house to Yan to live in?"

Zhou Mo looked back at her, she was about twelve or thirteen years old, half her height, even though she raised her head to talk to him, the arrogance in her eyes was obvious.

Zhou Mo ignored her, and went into the room and went to bed without looking back even though Song Yue was furious behind him.

After a while, Song Yue's voice disappeared, and Zhou Mo's eyebrows that had been frowned all morning slowly relaxed.

It was finally quiet.

But within two seconds of falling asleep, Zhou Mo turned over and sat up again, ground his molars, gritted his teeth and said, "The fever hasn't subsided, so I don't want my life."

Zhou Mo knew everything about Yan Qing from Zhou Liu’s articles, saying that Yan Qing’s body was already weak and he didn’t hesitate to take care of it because of the rough work all year round, and the root cause of the disease was the root of the disease. .

Zhou Moben thought this was a bit exaggerated, how fragile his body must be to suffer from diseases caused by rough work, but now he understood immediately.

It's just that the root cause of the disease has been counted as God's favor.

Zhoumo didn't know which direction the field was at and wanted to go out to ask someone for directions, but after walking a few steps from the house, he saw people walking from various houses to the same place carrying farm tools.

Zhou Mo followed behind silently.

A sharp-eyed person in the middle saw Zhou Mo, pointed at him and called "ugly monster", but Zhou Mo didn't give her half of his eyes.

The land of each family in the field is connected to the ground. During the rice harvest season, the entire field looks like a golden ocean at a glance. The breeze blows the golden waves of wheat, and also the clothes and black hair of the people in red in the field.

Yan Qing coughed badly, her thin figure bent deeply, her hands holding the farm tools were tense and white, her face was flushed, but she was still gritting her teeth, repeating the harvesting movements repeatedly.

Zhou Mo didn't know when he came, but just looking at the rice piled up in the field, he knew that this person had been working for a while.

The people who went to the field saw Yan Qing who had been working for a long time, and greeted him, "Why are you here so early today?"

Yan Qing put on a pale smile and said, "I didn't finish the work yesterday, so I'll make up for it today."

The person who chatted with Yan Qing had disapproval written all over his face, but he was not good at participating in family affairs, so he just said, "You are just too submissive, find a wife as soon as possible and get rid of this pair of leeches."

Yanqing has heard these words countless times, and I don't know why other people always think that being married will lead to happiness. Fulang Liu from the west of the village, Fulang Su from the south of the village, and even Zou Yu's last husband, which one will end well?

Yan lowered his eyes lightly, covering the expression in his eyes.

It's pretty good now, at least my life is still in my own hands, I just do some farm work, it's nothing.

Zhou Mo walked to Yan Qing's side and called out to him.

Yan Qing stopped his movements when he heard the words, looked up at Zhou Mo, and saw a overlapping figure swaying back and forth in front of him.

Yan Qing shouted in confusion, "...Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou?"

After saying this, the person swayed, and it was thanks to Zhoumo's quick movements that he could catch the person.

Zhou Mo: "..."

Just as Zhou Mo was about to get angry, he collapsed, and he felt that he was inhumane even if the training continued, so he sighed, picked up the whole person and walked back.

The people working on both sides also noticed this, and just about to ask to help with something, Zhou Mo picked him up without any pressure.

Everyone was dumbfounded, for a moment they didn't know whether to say Yan Qing was too light, or Zhou Mo was too strong.

Yan Qing raised his eyelids weakly, tugged at Zhou Mo's sleeve, "Put me down, I'll just rest for a while."

Zhou Mo kept moving, and walked out of the field with the man in his arms. Yan Qing had no choice but to speak again, "It's just that I was in a hurry in the morning and didn't eat."

"Yan Qing." Zhou Mo called him by first and last name, his gaze fell on him coldly, "Do you know that your fever hasn't subsided?"

"Don't make me waste my efforts."