Return to the small mountain village in 1981

c11-20

Chapter 11 11 Anger
"I got it." Yang Chunyan knew from her previous life that he was timid and would always ask someone to accompany him wherever he went at night. Before they got married, Zhou Huaian would pester Zhou Huairong to accompany him when he went to the latrine at night.

Thinking back to when he first got married, Zhou Huaian came to see her when he wanted to go to the hut. He said he was worried that she was timid and scared, so he went with her.

At first she thought Zhou Huaian was attentive, but later she heard from her sister-in-law that ever since she got married, she knew that the youngest would not dare to go out alone after dark.

In her previous life, she had asked Zhou Huaian why he was afraid, but he had avoided telling her. Yang Chunyan had never understood why a dignified, seven-foot-tall man could be so timid.

Zhou Huaian came out of the latrine and took the oil lamp held by Yang Chunyan: "Yan'er, I gave you hot water, you go and wash it."

"Well!" Yang Chunyan glanced at him, "Have you washed it?"

Zhou Huaian nodded, stretched out his hand and said, "I don't believe you Wen."

Yang Chunyan glared at him, then went back to the house and scrubbed it again. Zhou Huaian helped carry the water to the gutter and poured it out.

She followed Zhou Huaian back, remembering that when he was there in her previous life, he would fetch bath water for her when they came back from work, and then help her pour it out after she washed it. She felt that this might be the reason why she did not get divorced in her previous life. .

The two returned to the room. Zhou Huaian kicked off his shoes and took off only a pair of trousers. He stood in front of the bed and waved the shirt he took off to drive away the mosquitoes in the mosquito net. He closed the mosquito net and pushed away the square red pair. Feng Yuanyang fell down under the thin quilt.

It's hot during the day and cool at night in the mountains. Even in June, you have to cover yourself with a quilt when sleeping.

Yang Chunyan closed the door, thought about it, took out a piece of blue cotton cloth from the cabinet, tore a piece, took out the needle and thread and started sewing the waist bag.

Zhou Huaian crossed his legs and looked at her curiously, "Yan'er, why are you sewing such a long bag?"

Yang Chunyan glanced at him and said, "I will sew the bezoar and sell it tomorrow to make money."

"Yan'er, how much do you think that thing can be sold for?"

"I don't know. I'll find out if I go to the city tomorrow and ask."

"I hope I can sell it for more money and make my wife and old man happy."

"I think if you could get rid of those bad habits, I would be happier than anything else."

"You are young, but your tone of voice is old-fashioned!"

"We are all old-fashioned, but you always have a childlike innocence. Every day you just want to find something fun and interesting where to go today!"

"..." Zhou Huaian was choked by her and had nothing to say, so he turned over and ignored her.

Yang Chunyan sewed the money bag, walked to the bed, blew out the light, went to bed, and fell on the other side.

Zhou Huaian raised his foot and kicked her gently, "Yan'er, come sleep here!"

Yang Chunyan slapped him: "Be honest, I fell down today and slept separately."

Zhou Huaian crawled over, held her shoulders, and said affectionately: "Why did you fall? You are so stupid. You don't know how to sleep at home after you fall, and you go to the fields to pull water plants."