The woman's nose twitched and she suddenly picked up a bowl: "I want it too."

"Huh?" The old man looked at her and said, "My granddaughter-in-law, you are still very weak, so you'd better stop drinking."

The woman didn't say anything, she just pushed the bowl over.

The old man looked at her determined look and couldn't help but look at Jiang Fan again. He sighed helplessly and poured her half a bowl.

"My granddaughter-in-law, you were not like this before. You seem to have become a different person."

The woman picked it up, sniffed it first, and then drank it all in one gulp. Red clouds suddenly appeared on her fair face except for the red spots.

"Good wine!" The woman's eyes were bright, she grabbed the wine jar, filled a bowl without politeness, and drank it all in one gulp, leaving the old and the young looking at each other in a daze.

After three bowls in a row, the woman let out a sigh of relief.

"It's not bad to marry into your family, good wine and good food. Tell me, what was I like before?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "Before you fell into the water, you were very eloquent and managed things clearly at home and abroad..."

Jiang Fan was immersed in eating, but the old guy started talking nonsense again.

"Heat the fish soup, it's time for grandpa to come back."

The woman said as she hung the washed clothes to dry.

Jiang Fan opened his mouth, but said nothing, so he could only smile bitterly.

Over the past few days, this woman seemed to have accepted her identity - Bai Xiaocui, Jiang Fan's daughter-in-law, was still a child bride, married when Jiang Fan was nine years old. Because Jiang Fan's parents died that year, he was too sad to marry a daughter-in-law.

For the sake of happiness.

"You bastard, you old liar, you really dare to make it up!" Jiang Fan was also speechless. Who knew that the old liar was talking nonsense and using the woman's amnesia to actually fabricate a life story for the two of them. And he himself also changed, from an old thing to an old liar.

The old liar becomes a grandpa.

But Jiang Fan didn't know what his thoughts were. Although he wanted to tell the truth several times, he never exposed it in the end.

"Don't be stunned. After the fish soup is hot, you still need to chop some firewood. Don't forget to change your clothes. I'll sew them for you."

When the woman saw him in a daze, she glared and said.

"Okay, I understand..."

Jiang Fan patted the head of the greyhound beside him and stood up lazily.

Wife... Jiang Fan looked at the clean thatched hut and small courtyard, and then at the busy woman in coarse linen clothes, it seemed pretty good...

Before the firewood had even been chopped, the rumble of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, and dogs suddenly began to howl and bark.

Not long after, a group of black-armored cavalry appeared outside the small courtyard. Everyone was riding a strong black horse, covered in armor and well-equipped.

These people carry a powerful killing aura and are obviously elite soldiers who have fought in hundreds of battles.

"Where are the people at home!" A cavalryman who looked like a leader reined in his horse and shouted loudly.

The dog bared its teeth and growled at the opponent, but was not afraid at all.

"Xiao Hui, shut up!"

Jiang Fan hurriedly scolded the dog, put down the ax, came to the door of the small courtyard, and looked at the man through the fence: "Dear military lords, I am a resident here. What can I ask?"

The cavalry commander looked at him up and down: "Boy, who else is at home?"

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "Master Jun, it's just me and my old man, and..." He pointed to the woman standing far away on the clothes rack, "and I... my wife."

The cavalry commander looked at the woman and couldn't help but frown, thinking it was because of the large red spots on her face.

Jiang Fan said: "Master Jun, the old man went out to collect medicine and has not returned. Only my wife and I are here."

The cavalry commander said: "Go in and search."

The two cavalrymen responded, dismounted neatly, pushed open the wood door and rushed in.

The two of them walked past Bai Xiaocui and looked at the woman with a large red spot on her face. They ignored her and walked straight into the house.

The cavalry commander turned to Jiang Fan and asked: "What's wrong with your wife's face?"

"Oh. This is a birthmark. If you can marry into a poor family like mine..."

The sight of those large red spots made me sick to my stomach, but the commander only took one look at them and stopped looking at them.

"Have you met any strangers recently?"

Jiang Fan quickly said: "No, our place is in the wild mountains and wild mountains. You can't go there all year round without seeing a few hunting people. Usually no one comes."

The cavalry commander asked a few more questions and then said no more to him. Soon the two cavalrymen came out and clasped their fists towards the commander: "There is no one else."

The leader nodded and called for everyone to mount their horses and leave.

They came and left quickly. Jiang Fan didn't know what they were going to do, but they seemed to be searching for something.

It had nothing to do with him anyway, so Jiang Fan didn't bother to think about it.

"Xiao Cui, I'm going to the city early tomorrow morning. Please help me clean up those furs and buy some cloth and salt."

This name...Jiang Fan secretly cursed, the old guy's name is really down to earth.

The woman responded. After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned around and said, "Where are those furs? I don't remember."

In the past few days, Jiang Fan built a new boat. Early in the morning, he rowed the boat down the river, heading towards the county town sixty miles away.

"The monkeys on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains." He didn't bother to row, so he lay on the boat with his arms crossed and his legs crossed, letting it carry him along the river through the mountains on both sides of the strait.

"What a poem!" a voice suddenly sounded.

Jiang Fan almost turned over and fell off the boat.

"who?"

On this wide river, a sound suddenly came out. Have you seen a water ghost?

With no one around him, Jiang Fan broke into a cold sweat and bowed repeatedly towards the river.

"Dear Grandpa River God and Grandma Water Ghost, if you disturb me when you are passing through here, I will offer you wine and incense to make amends someday. There is no need to scare you..."

"Hahaha, little brother, Pindao is not a river god or water ghost. You are too courageous."

This time I heard it clearly, the voice came from behind.

Jiang Fan quickly got up and looked back.

In front of him is a big face, shaped like a big cake. There is a hairpin on his head, three long strands of beard are swaying in the wind, and his smile is very kind.

It's not a water ghost. Jiang Fan just wanted to take a deep breath. Unexpectedly, when he looked down, Jiang Fan's hair stood on end again.

There is no boat at his feet, so this old man is actually standing on the river?

What a fool! He said he wasn’t a water ghost!

Seeing Jiang Fan crawling and hiding at the other end of the boat, the old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, looked at the soles of his feet, couldn't help but smile, and with a flick of his fly whisk, he was already standing on the bow of the boat.

The old man was unusually fat, and as soon as he got on the boat, he immediately blocked a large area of ​​the sun.

If there is a shadow, it is not a ghost.

Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to one side to get up, but suddenly he saw a reed pole more than a foot long floating past the boat.

Could it be that the fat, round-faced old Taoist priest just now was standing on this small reed pole?

"Master Dao, how did you come up here?"

The old Taoist priest laughed, pointed at the reed and said, "Didn't you see it?"

"Fairy? Monster?" Jiang Fan picked up the oar, confused.

The old Taoist lifted up his blue Taoist robe and sat on the bow of the boat: "My poem is wonderful, but how brave is it... I am neither a god nor a monster. I am just a stranger. I am named Tianjizi."

"Frog... son?"

This number...

It fits his figure quite well... Jiang Fan looked at him up and down and couldn't help but think.

"Tianjizi, it's not a frog!" The old Taoist's face darkened. This kid couldn't speak anymore.

"Oh, oh, Taoist Master Tianjizi, you are polite... have you eaten?"

"Not yet... ah?" Tianjizi's mind almost couldn't turn around. Your words were a bit off-topic.

"Didn't eat? Didn't eat? Well, I didn't eat either."

The old man didn’t know what to say for a while, Wuliang, your grandma is a god, it’s none of my business whether your kid eats it or not!

"There's nothing to eat on the boat, why don't you have a drink?" Jiang Fan diligently took off the small wine gourd from his waist, pulled out the stopper and handed it over.
Chapter completed!