my hungry husband

Jiang Mingyu and Yan Zhinan looked at each other, Anle looked at this and that, and said, "Don't stand at the door, go in and sit down?"

Jiang Mingyu didn't intend to move at all, she stood at the door and blocked the door.

Yan Zhinan hummed and said, "I don't want to go in, it's full of evil spirits, which makes people's skin crawl." He shook his sleeves, showing a disgusted expression.

Jiang Mingyu said with a cold face, "The humble house is simple, and I can't afford a great god like you."

The two obviously haven't met a few times, so why are they so hostile?An Le couldn't figure it out, and said, "Don't do it, everyone is here, let's have a meal before leaving."

Yan Zhinan: "No."

Jiang Mingyu: "Forget it."

An Le: "..."

The two spoke in unison, leaving Anle speechless. Yan Zhinan glanced at Jiang Mingyu and said, "Just now you bought something for me, I'm already full."

When Jiang Mingyu heard this, his face became even more unhappy.

An Le also buys food for her classmates, why has she never bought it for him?

"Okay then." An Le decided not to force it, so as to save everyone from sitting together with indigestion.

Jiang Mingyu turned her head and touched Anle's cheek. In this weather, the temperature difference between day and night is huge. The sun started to set, and the temperature dropped accordingly. Anle's face was icy. Go into the room first, I have something to say to your classmates."

Jiang Mingyu's hands were dry and warm, and An Le was pinched to the point where she squinted her eyes like a cat, and a thin blush appeared on her face.

Day yo, deliberately showing affection in front of him, scheming to tease uncle.

There are more and more attributives in front of the word uncle, Yan Zhinan looked at the interaction between the two people, very impatient, and said, "Say what you have to say."

Jiang Mingyu let Anle in and said, "You go."

An Le didn't understand what these two people had to say, so she insisted on avoiding him.He waved at Yan Zhinan and walked into the courtyard.

Seeing An Le leave, Yan Zhinan crossed his arms, looked at Jiang Mingyu, and said, "Tell me, what's the point of sending him away?"

Jiang Mingyu raised his eyelids, and then looked at Yan Zhinan, and said, "I've found some clues about the people in the school who want to harm Anle."

An Le sat at the bottom of the corridor, hugged the chicken, and waited for Jiang Mingyu.

Jiang Mingyu kept talking to Yan Zhinan at the door, but Anle didn't bother, just rubbed the chicken's butt boredly.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the general was also afraid of the cold, so he huddled on An Le's legs, disguised himself as a hen laying eggs, his body was round like a ball.

An Le also used the general as a hand warmer, and hid her hands under the chicken's belly, one person and one chicken warmed each other.

On the way, Jiang Hong went to the door once, and called the two people outside to eat, but was driven back.

After a long time, Jiang Mingyu walked into the courtyard from the door. An Le sat there holding the chicken and asked, "Where's Yan Zhinan?"

Jiang Mingyu said, "Let's go."

An Le didn't ask Jiang Mingyu what he and Yan Zhinan talked about, but just said, "It's time to eat."

Jiang Mingyu nodded.

An Le let go of his hand, let the general get off his lap, stood up, and went to the dining room with Jiang Mingyu.

On the way, he asked, "Boss, when people reincarnate, don't they all forget the past?"

Jiang Mingyu didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, and replied: "Yes, the soul that can be reincarnated is all past dust, and a bowl of Huangquan water Mengpo soup can wash away all memories, and then you can enter the yang world."

An Le asked again: "Then does knowing what happened in the previous life have any impact?"

Jiang Mingyu thought An Le was worried about falling into the sea and remembered the scene, and said: "It doesn't matter. Some people have deep obsessions. Even if they drink Mengpo soup, they may think of things in their previous lives halfway through. This is very common."

An Le was stunned: "Is it very common?"

"It's common." Jiang Mingyu nodded, "Especially debt collectors, no matter how many lives have passed, they can always remember who the creditor is."

An Le: "..."

Hearing what Jiang Mingyu said, Anle was relieved a lot, and she still stood in front of the mirror the next day.

Since the world in the mirror may be his past life, it should be right to know about his past life, An Le thought confidently.

There were still a dozen statues of gods that Yan Zhinan painted for him. He took one out of his schoolbag, pasted it on the mirror, and traveled to the mirror world again with ease.

This time, when An Le came to his senses, he was in the carriage.

He lifted the curtain and found that there were mountains and mountains outside, and his carriage seemed to be moving forward with difficulty on a mountain road.

What's going on here, shouldn't he be dawdling in the Imperial Academy, why did he come to this wilderness?

The accompanying servants were all ashamed and depressed, and they could tell at a glance that something bad had happened.

It took An Le a while to figure out what was going on.

An Ziyue was demoted from Beijing.

The reason was that he wrote an article that made the emperor unhappy, and the emperor kicked him out of the Hanlin Academy in a rage, and kicked him to a city in the southwestern border as a magistrate.

Wow, this An Ziyue is so disappointing, thinking that he can still live in peace in the Imperial Academy because he can't read big characters and can't write well, how come he is like this when he comes back out of the mirror.

It is basically difficult for the Hanlin of the Hanlin Academy to go out of the capital to become an official in the local area, and then return to the emperor's side. An Ziyue's life's official career can already be seen to the end.

Is this the catastrophe that the fortune-teller said?

An Le thought to herself, this catastrophe is not bad, neither am I missing an arm or a leg, nor is my family destroyed, it's just a matter of being an official in another place, it's not a big deal.

He didn't realize that he was still too young until he waded through mountains and rivers, almost lost half his life on the mountain road, and arrived at his destination.

The place where An Ziyue went to work was even worse than he had imagined.

Surrounded by mountains, traffic is blocked, people's living standards are low, and there is even a custom of bartering.An Ziyue's new official took office, neither the public nor the local officials bought it, they didn't like him well, and tried to deduct his salary in every possible way, living a happy life was very hard.

It is also handed over to the territory of the Southwest King. As for the story of the Southwest King, anyone who has watched too many ancient political dramas can understand it: the prince who failed to fight for the crown was sent to a remote place, and swore never to return to the capital with the poor mountains and rivers in his arms. I only thought of the brotherhood and spared his life.

The emperor sent An Ziyue to the southwest because he wanted to monitor the king of the Southwest. As long as he kept his own place, he would be fine. If there was any disturbance, An Ziyue would immediately report it.

So An Ziyue suddenly entered the officialdom and political fighting mode from the mode of eating, drinking and playing, and An Le looked confused.

For a sophomore like him, this is really a bit out of line.

Nested comfortably in his small windy yard, frowning.

There is abundant rain in the southwest, and the wind is still a trivial matter. When it rains, it is damp and cold, and the small shabby house can't stay at all, but Anle is crowded out everywhere, and there is no good house to live in.

Where did An Le suffer from this kind of suffering? She hid on the bed and shivered, but even the bed was damp and cold to the bone.

If this kind of experience happened in his previous life, I don't know how An Ziyue survived.

An Le remembered that he still had Wen Quxing's magic weapon, and Wen Quxing gave him the pen to help him overcome the catastrophe. An Le went down to the ground to find the brush from the salute, held it in his hand, and thought about how to use it.

He has seen Yan Zhinan shoot ghosts with a keyboard, this should be able to kill thousands of ghosts, but the difficulty he is facing right now does not come from ghosts.

An Le tried to wave his brush and ink, and lotus flowers bloomed in the air, surrounding the place where he lived. Gradually, An Le didn't feel the cold anymore.

Fuck, enchantment, so advanced.

An Le is probably the first person to use Xingjun's supreme magic weapon to set up a barrier to block the wind.

Never mind, keep warm.

Thanks to that pen, An Le's life is not so embarrassing, at least she won't freeze to death.An Le thought for a while, the officials here didn't pay much attention to him, the boss who came from the capital, and it was impossible to hope to break through from those people.

An Le, as an activist with excellent grades, deeply understands the superiority of the mass line. The situation here cannot be relied on by those pedantic local officials, but on the masses.

Come from the masses, go to the masses, only by winning the hearts of the people can we gain a firm foothold.

At the beginning, the people here did not trust An Ziyue, a Beijing official who came from afar. An Ziyue tirelessly talked to the people about policies. The mountains in the southwestern region are suitable for planting tea trees. Anle invited experienced tea farmers to promote tea planting, and at the same time tried every means Roads can be built to allow crop products to be sold outside.

An Ziyue has been doing this for several years.

An Ziyue has changed from a half-grown boy to a steady young man. She has become darker and more capable. Although she still loves to smile, the youthful look on her face has faded, and her smile has become lighter.

In An Le's eyes, he has completely become an old village cadre at the grassroots level.

During this period of time, An Le didn't stay in the mirror all the time. He repeatedly traveled between the mirror and reality. He felt that he was getting more and more out of An Ziyue's body. Sometimes he couldn't completely control An Ziyue's actions. He was more like a The bystanders watched An Ziyue's every move.

He watched An Ziyue grow from a stunned young man to a well-adjusted young man, with steady and powerful gestures.An Ziyue used to smile like the sun, but now he is standing there, wearing a long gown with his sleeves rolled up, handsome and handsome, smiling lightly, like a calm but endless river.

Because An Ziyue is willing to develop the economy for the sake of the people, the people here love him very much. He spent several years purging the officials at all levels around him, promoting his cronies, and making those who disobey him submissive.

After this period of time, An Ziyue has firmly established roots in this city in the southwest.

An Le walked in from outside the mirror again, lying on her recliner with her legs crossed, a servant came in from outside, and asked An Le, "My lord, how do you want to eat the tea oil sent by the farmer?"

An Le thought for a while, recently, An Ziyue couldn't keep up with the way An Ziyue governed the territory, and he was okay when it came to food. Is the camellia oil used for pancakes or is it underneath?

An Le clapped her hands and said, "Half the pancakes, the other half will be eaten in the morning."

"Okay." The servant was ordered to step back.

An Le drools when he thinks of the fragrant tea oil meat pancakes. Although the house he lives in now is not as luxurious as in the capital, it is much better than when he first came here. He also has servants, and there is no shortage of food and clothing.

An Le lay down and rubbed her chin. The fortune teller really didn't lie to her mother. An Ziyue's fate was really good. Even though she was assigned to a remote place, she still had a prosperous life.

An Le thought quietly, so in his previous life he was a farmer and upgraded to a smooth text.

How did such a good fate end up in hell?