She has no name. Because she cannot speak, the Huang family usually calls her dumb sister. She was originally a fisherman's daughter and made a living by fishing. A few months ago, she was plundered by pirates and landed on the island. However, when the pirates attacked the fishing boat,
His body was sprayed with firearms, and he remained bedridden after his return, and died soon after. The pirate's wife was angry with her for this, blaming her for killing her husband, and often abused and beat her.
At the same time, due to his own personality, and because there are more boys than girls in the village, Huang Chen has not yet found a wife when he is over 16 years old. It should be noted that the ancients got married very early, and it was common for people to marry at the age of 14 or 15, which was considered normal.
Huang's father often felt worried that his son could not find a spouse for a while, but he could not wait forever, so he spent a few taels of silver to buy the mute girl. The mute girl was not deaf, had an upright appearance, a good figure, and was very hardworking.
Except that he couldn't speak, he was the best choice. Huang's father originally planned to do some simple things for the two of them in the near future, but he didn't expect that he would never return after going to sea this time.
"Mute wife?" Huang Chen subconsciously rubbed his fingers. In his previous life, he was handsome, and his mother left him a large legacy. Therefore, there was never a shortage of women around him. She was fat and thin, pure and gorgeous. What kind of thing?
I have dated all my girlfriends, but dumb...is this taste too strong?
Huang Chen admitted that she looks good. From his critical point of view, she is above the average level. Those eyes that are as clear and clean as a deer make me feel pity for her. However, this cannot cover up the fact that she is mute. Huang Chen does not
If he thinks that physical problems and family lineage problems are so serious that he has to marry a mute, it will appear that he is too degenerate.
"Fortunately, the two of them haven't cooked yet, so everything can still be saved." Huang Chen secretly rejoiced in his heart and asked, "What's the matter?"
The mute girl made a gesture of grabbing rice into her mouth with her hands, which looked very cute and naive.
Huang Chen shook his head slowly and said, "I'm not hungry. You go back to your room and sleep first. You have to get up early tomorrow to serve grandma."
The mute girl stared at Huang Chen blankly. He seemed to be different from before. There were no layers of defense in his eyes, and his heart became warmer, and he knew he cared about people. The mute girl didn't want to leave just now, so she stretched out an onion finger and shook it as a signal.
He hasn't eaten for a day.
Huang Chen shook his head again and said: "I'm really not hungry. If I were hungry, I would eat by myself. I need to think about things quietly."
The mute girl blinked her watery eyes. He said more to her now than he had in the past month. His personality had undergone earth-shaking changes. Perhaps it was the death of his father, the mainstay of the family, that forced him to do what he did.
There was no change. The mute girl knew that she could not persuade him, so she clasped her hands beside her ears, gently placed her pillow on him, reminding him to go to bed early, and then turned around and entered the house.
Huang Chen slowly withdrew his gaze, raised his head to look up at the stars, and murmured to himself: "Leaving this world will be a relief for you..." Huang Chen, as the person who inherited his body, also inherited his memory.
His pain, the person in the world who knows him best and can understand him best is not his parents, but Huang Chen. "You are relieved, what about me?" Then he shook his head and said: "Ha! Huang Chen, you fell off the cliff.
You can still breathe, what else are you dissatisfied with? Don’t be too greedy..."
Huang Chen stayed outside for about two sticks of incense before returning home, which was full of strong smells and turbid air. When he stepped in, he saw a mute girl holding an oil lamp in her hand. Under the flickering light, her pale face shone brightly.
The light and darkness were uncertain, and when he saw her making eating movements again, Huang Chen felt hungry in his belly, nodded, went to the east room to see his sleeping grandma, and then returned to his west room.
Light the oil lamp and shine it into the room. Just like in memory, the room is small, not much bigger than the bathroom in his previous life. There is a bed, a suitcase, a small table, two chairs, and nothing else.
.The house is tidy, but not clean. According to Huang Chen's standards in his previous life, I'm afraid there won't be a place in the entire village that satisfies him...
The lantern touched the bedside, and the dusty mattress made him feel nauseous. Fortunately, it was the summer season, and there was a layer of woven cattail mat spread on it. Otherwise, he would rather sleep on a dry wooden board than sleep on it.
sleep on it.
Huang Chen put down the oil lamp and lay down on the bed, with a hard pillow behind his head, which made him quite uncomfortable as he was used to sleeping on soft pillows. He gradually became irritated and couldn't help complaining about all the inconveniences here, otherwise others would hear him and try his best to
After lowering his tone and venting his anger, Huang Chen smiled bitterly, patted his cheek hard, and said, "Okay, stop complaining. You have to understand the situation you are facing. You have to adapt even if you can't adapt to it. This is reality."
Soon the mute girl came in with bowls, chopsticks and plates, and placed them on the table. Porridge, salted fish, and pickles were the main recipes of a pirate family's daily life. The sight of the heroes drinking from large bowls and eating large pieces of meat will last forever.
It can only exist in novels and fantasies.
In Huang Chen's previous life, he occasionally drank some gruel and ate some pickles, but that was just as a way to adjust his life. After eating too much big fish and meat, he always had to change to something lighter to get rid of the greasiness in his stomach, and let him eat gruel and pickles every time.
, he could bear it, but his body couldn't bear it. The problem is that from now on, Huang Chen will have to accompany them day and night for a long time.
Before Huang Chen used his spoon and chopsticks, he asked the mute girl next to him: "Aren't you hungry? Do you want to sit down and eat together?"
The mute girl's heart warmed when she heard this, and she shook her head. She had eaten it earlier.
"Don't stand if you don't want to eat. It's not like we don't have a chair. Sit down." Huang Chen said as he drank the porridge with a wooden spoon. He felt it was bland and tasteless, and asked again: "Is there any sugar at home?"
The mute girl's clear deer eyes flickered and blinked.
Huang Chen was surprised, but he knew it was definitely not there without asking, so he continued to drink porridge with his head down. Maybe he was really hungry. He was eating salted fish and pickles that were too salty to kill. The white porridge in the bowl turned to the bottom in a blink of an eye, and the mute girl picked up another bowl.
, and was immediately drank up. Only then did Huang Chen feel that his stomach no longer protested against him. When he finished three bowls of porridge, he finally felt seventy or eighty percent full.
The mute girl took away the dishes and opened the door. Huang Chen lay back on the bed and slept in his clothes. However, it was an extremely strange era, an unclean environment, an unusually hot and muggy temperature, pungent and turbid air, and even a stomach full of food.
All his thoughts were irritating his nerves, making it impossible for him to fall asleep smoothly.
He lay on the bed tossing and turning. In the second half of the night, he was extremely sleepy, and his brain forced him to sleep. About half an hour later, Huang Chen suddenly woke up from his dream, and then fell asleep intermittently for a while. He couldn't fall asleep again until the rooster crowed.
Since he couldn't sleep, Huang Chen simply got up, walked out of the bedroom, and bumped into the mute girl coming out of the north room. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were hazy, and her clothes were not tight. You could vaguely see some fair skin.
Apparently she hadn't had time to dress up yet. When the mute girl saw him, her face turned red and she hurriedly turned around and hid in the house.
Huang Chen was speechless for a while, blushing like this? Are you going to let those women in bikinis live?
When the mute girl came out again, her hair was tied up, her clothes were neatly dressed, and her face was still red, as if she had applied rouge. She took out a wooden basin covered with a cloth, filled it with water, and put it in front of Huang Chen for him to wash up.
"Thank you." Huang Chen thanked him with a smile, and the mute girl's face was full of surprise.
Splashing the cold water on his face, Huang Chen's energy was immediately lifted, but he soon fell into depression again. The reason was that his long hair was tied up with a hairpin, and washing it clean was not an easy task.
After he had worked hard to wash his hair, the mute girl stood behind him and wiped it with a cloth. She tied it up and fixed it with a hairpin. She then walked back to the front to see if the hair was tied up properly. When her eyes touched it, she suddenly froze.
Look, the facial features on Huang Chen's chiseled face are still the same, but they exude an indescribable splendor, giving people a completely different feeling than before. If Huang Chen was a piece of wood before, lifeless, now he is
It is a green pine, full of vitality...
"What's wrong?" Huang Chen asked pretending to be puzzled. After all, there was a huge difference in temperament between the two of them, and they couldn't deceive the people around them.
The mute girl's face turned red, and she flew away holding the wooden basin.
Huang Chen shook his head with a smile. His new appearance is not bad. His hair is as black as ink, his eyebrows are set into his temples, and his nose is as straight as a peak. He is a little more handsome than his previous life. Unfortunately, that Huang Chen has a withdrawn and weird temperament, which makes people ignore him.
I noticed his appearance. I walked outside in thought. At this time, the sky was still gray, and many people, like the mute girl, had already started to get busy for the new day.
Huang Chen stretched out his arms and pressed his legs, stretching the ligaments, and then his energy sank into his Dantian. He unfolded his body and launched a set of punches. He opened and closed his arms widely, slashed and hung, and split with his arms. He was as powerful as breaking bamboo and was fierce.
Fierce, like strong winds and raging waves, and unrestrained rivers, full of steadfast and unapologetic momentum.
The name of this set of boxing is Piguaquan, which is a boxing technique in the military. The most important thing is to be fast and fierce. It can split vertically and horizontally, block straightly and strike horizontally to prevent the enemy from attacking. It is better than wearing a helmet and armor, so it is called Piguaquan.
Zhejiang was an area hit hard by Japanese pirates at that time, and martial arts became popular among the people. Pigua Quan was highly praised by Qi Jiguang, the famous anti-Japanese general, so there were many practitioners in Zhejiang. After Huang Chen was abducted, he felt very insecure and suffered.
He practices boxing and kicking for self-defense, and Piguaquan is his most proficient martial art. He has practiced it for five or six years.
"The dark clouds cover the moon when you go up, you go down to catch and withdraw the lock, you go high to hang up and move in diagonally, and you go low to push and push away..."
After a round of punches, Huang Chen's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he had a preliminary understanding of his own abilities. For an adult who was not familiar with martial arts, it would not be a problem for him to fight three or four at a time, which was similar to the level of judo in his previous life. In fact,
No matter what kind of fighting technique, as long as you work hard and practice for a period of time, you can deal with several ordinary people at the same time with ease. Of course, this refers specifically to bare hands, not using a knife. Before he traveled through time, he also saw a piece of news about an international martial arts champion holding a stick.
In this state, he was hacked to death by ordinary people with knives. What's terrible is that in order to survive here, he needs to fight countless desperadoes with knives.
Thinking of this, a strong sense of crisis and urgency arose in his heart. Huang Chen gritted his teeth and punched a few more times, using all his strength in every move. There was no turning back. He was so exhausted that he was sweating profusely, his whole body was sore, and his brain was no longer able to fight.
Zhixiang gave a warning signal to take a break, but he ignored it and took out a jujube stick one foot long and started practicing stick skills and spear skills. The stick skills are mainly Shaolin stick skills and folk wild skills, each with its own characteristics.
, in fact, they are very similar, with different paths leading to the same goal. They are just smashing, picking, rolling, flipping, squeezing, stuffing and other techniques. The shooting method is simpler, with only one word "pierce" at its core, as the saying goes: "Ten spears and nine pierces. If you don't pierce even one, you are a fool!"