When the fog is thick in the morning, the first ray of sunlight shines down, and there is an endless stream of people visiting.
Yesterday's aftermath at the school seemed to exceed Wang Zheng's expectations. For most of the day, countless unfamiliar faces appeared one by one, and each one became familiar again.
The simplicity of the country people was always so direct, nothing more than their honest smiles and simple words, but it made him more at a loss than those elegant words, so he had to keep repeating "it's okay" and "it's okay" to deal with it.
In the afternoon, after the last group of visitors finally left, Wang Zheng wiped his forehead and felt that all his energy was exhausted, and he was even more tired than fighting with others.
I took a picture of myself in the mirror and looked at the smiling face. I couldn't help but be speechless.
It seems that he has become the same social fear from his previous life.
At this time, there was unbearable thunder in his stomach, and Wang Zheng shook his head. At this time, he had no energy to light a fire to cook, so he had to take a few unknown wild fruits from a fruit basket that was delivered, and wiped it with his hands a few times.
Just put it in your mouth and treat it as lunch.
It's quite sweet.
He ate it cleanly after a few mouthfuls and touched his belly.
After being blocked in the room by a group of people for such a long time, I was forced to lie on the bed for a long time. When I regained my freedom, I felt that the room was stuffy, so I walked out the door.
The sun is rarely shining brightly today.
It was already late. Wang Zheng raised his head and squinted his eyes. He felt that he couldn't miss it. He quickly found a wooden bench to lean against the door frame and lay down on it.
Falling asleep in the warm sunshine with a face full of enjoyment.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m really tired, or if I’m just too comfortable in the sun.
After his eyelids closed, his body completely relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't even wake up when someone stepped into the door and slowly approached him.
That's a woman.
He was walking towards me with a smile on his face, but when he came closer, his face became startled.
She saw Wang Zheng's face clearly, and now there was a very conspicuous scar.
The woman looked at it carefully.
After looking at it for a while, she slowly stretched out her palm and approached the scar, as if she wanted to touch it.
Just a trace of hesitation suddenly flashed across his face, and he stopped in mid-air.
The palms are small, the fingers are slender, and the nails are like tiny pieces of porcelain.
Let the sunshine stop on it and give it a warm color.
There was a very pleasant smell around, and Wang Zheng sniffed in his dream.
It seemed that his body instinctively felt that there was a living person beside him, and he was staring at him, and his sleepiness was slowly disappearing...
After a while, he opened his eyes and was suddenly shocked.
A soft and charming face came into view lightly.
When you are only thirty years old, you are in your best years.
She has a beautiful nose and red lips, clear eyebrows, and a complexion as fair as the crescent moon. At this moment, she is gazing at herself with a calm expression, her eyelids are drooped, revealing a bit of joy.
"Azheng, are you awake?"
The voice was soft and sweet, like a mountain spring.
In the countryside, a woman like this can be raised with a simple diet...
Even though it was not the first time he saw her, for a moment, Wang Zheng was still shocked by the woman's outstanding appearance. While secretly sighing, he stood up and said with a smile:
"Sister-in-law, why are you here?"
He turned around and looked to the left and right, a little puzzled: "Where is Xiaoqi? Isn't he following you?"
It shouldn't be. The Huo family's mother and daughter live not far away, so they must have heard the noise clearly. That girl has a good nose. There is so much food here, but she didn't rush to show her head?
This woman is none other than Huo Qi's mother, Mrs. Huo.
Hearing this, his cheeks turned slightly red, and he said softly and coyly: "That child is too ignorant, so I locked him up at home and grounded him."
Beautifully done.
Wang Zheng was gloating in his heart, but a look of helpless concern appeared on his face, and he shook his head: "What trouble did you get into again?"
Huo shyly held up the corner of her clothes. She felt embarrassed and didn't want to answer. When she raised her head, she happened to meet Wang Zheng's gaze, and her pretty face turned red again.
Thinking that the other party was not an outsider after all, she whispered softly: "She... and a few naughty boys stole the neighbor's old hen yesterday."
This is what this greedy girl can do.
Wang Zheng couldn't help but burst out laughing. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Huo's face, which looked ashamed of being a mother who didn't teach her children well, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
He coughed quickly, suppressed his smile and comforted: "It's not a big mistake, it's just a chicken, let's just pay for it to the family."
After a pause: "The child just needs to admit his mistakes and repent."
"She does regret it."
Huo whispered, but stopped talking.
"That's good."
Can the grounding scare away the greedy thing in this girl's belly? Wang Zheng was dubious, so he said something perfunctory:
"Nothing can be improved if you know your mistakes..."
"She said hens are not as delicious as roosters." Huo's silver teeth were clenched secretly, and her voice became sharp, as if she was angry at the naughty child:
"What she regrets is that she made the wrong choice when stealing!"
"Well..."
Wang Zheng stared at Mr. Huo blankly, suddenly speechless, not knowing how to answer the question.
Huo also looked at him quietly, their eyes facing each other. After a while, her body suddenly trembled slightly, and then she burst into laughter.
As crisp as a silver bell.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Huo smiled coquettishly and waved her hands repeatedly, explaining somewhat sheepishly: "I'm always like this. I want to laugh when I'm in a daze."
"hehe"
Cursing secretly that something was wrong, Wang Zheng touched his head in embarrassment and had no choice but to laugh along with him.
After a while, Huo's laughter finally stopped. She looked at Wang Zheng with a vague look in her eyes:
"Azheng, you are different from others."
Wang Zheng didn't dare to look at her again, lest he would make her laugh for no reason again. At this moment, his unfocused eyes just happened to pass by Huo's heavy breasts.
It was a convex and full arc, which was constantly rising and falling with Huo's breathing.
Those who have been born and raised are different...
Feeling a slight change somewhere in his body, and seeing Huo looking at him, Wang Zheng suddenly felt embarrassed, touched his face, and laughed a few times uncomfortably:
"What's the difference? Aren't they all two eyes and one mouth?"
"Different."
Huo shook her head, lowered her head, her temples swayed, revealing a curve of her white jade neck, as if she was lost in memories:
"Unlike my father, uncles, and the wandering ghost who is looking for death, you are very casual when getting along with a woman like me."
It didn't sound like a nice thing to say, so I accidentally glanced at it and took it casually?
If faced with future generations of women's rights, straight men like Wang Zheng will never give in. Even if they are wrong, they will never admit their mistakes.
It's just that Mr. Huo is dignified and gentle, has a kind personality, and takes good care of his daily life. After getting along with him for this period of time, he has become quite fond of her. This has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women.
Especially since I was caught with a glance just out of male instinct, which was a bit wrong, I felt a little uneasy at this time.
After all, this is an ancient feudal society, and women should still pay attention to propriety during the Ming Festival.
Thinking of this, he looked solemn, saluted Huo and said:
"Sister-in-law, I was so ignorant and offended in the past. I'm sorry. I will correct it in the future!"
Huo was startled, with a puzzled look on his face. When he met Wang Zheng's serious eyes, his lips trembled slightly, his mouth and nose turned up, and two more dimples appeared on his face.
This time, I didn't react well. I quickly covered my mouth with my hands, smiled lightly and turned my head shyly, as if thinking about something, and murmured:
"Don't correct it, this is good."
The sound is like the buzzing of mosquitoes and cannot be heard.
Wang Zheng didn't know that Huo said it was casual, which meant respect, and it was a sentiment from the bottom of his heart.
At this time, the status of women in the late Eastern Han Dynasty can be described as polarized. Take the head wife as an example. In the upper-class society of the ruling class, the head wife has a certain degree of freedom and autonomy. She can even unilaterally initiate divorce and enjoy the right to divide property;
In the civilian class, there is no possibility of polygamy. There is no need to divide wives and concubines, but the wife has no autonomy and voice.
Not to mention that they do not have any ownership rights to their husband's property, and even their own labor income is at the disposal of their husbands. They are a completely subordinate class.
Therefore, regardless of relatives or husbands and wives, men and women are completely unequal.
Even if a man loves and cherishes a woman, under the influence of the concepts of the times, it is impossible to treat her with equal respect from the bottom of his heart.
For a beautiful commoner woman like Huo, all the men she met since childhood either treated her as a plaything and coveted her beauty, or treated her as a commodity and looked down upon her.
Wang Zheng gave Huo a feeling that he was truly unique and unique.
When the people were in chaos, he stood up to protect his mother and daughter. Although he never said it clearly, Huo always felt that the other party was out of sympathy for the weak, rather than the blood connection brought by his late husband;
In our daily interactions, whenever we have small talk, we will never talk to ourselves. We will pay attention to our own reactions, answer questions, comfort others, and take care of our own emotions. Instead of being like my late husband, who always likes to talk about things that he does not understand. Talk about some major national affairs.
These things, which Wang Zheng had long been accustomed to, were unprecedented for a woman like Huo.
That was the level of attention and respect that her husband, father, and any man had never given her.
...
Another place is the barracks where Huo's mother and daughter are located.
At this time, Huo Qi, who was locked in the room by her mother, was crying loudly: "Mom! Let me out! I will never steal old hens again! Please let me out quickly!"
She didn't know that Mr. Huo was not at home at this time. Seeing no one answered her for a long time, she sniffed and thought of the delicacies not far from her, and felt even more sad:
"Brother, please eat slowly and leave some for me. Wuwuwu..."