I raised a husband in ancient times

Chapter 15

Pei Xing noticed Lu Yiming's gaze, closed his slightly open mouth, and raised the freshly peeled persimmon in his hand to his mouth, gesturing for him to eat.

Lu Yiming flicked the persimmon skewers slightly with his fingers. He leaned down and bit off a small piece of pulp with his hand. The sweetness spread through his taste buds. The juice was as sweet as honey, which just cleared away his not long ago. Depressed air.

"It's very sweet, you can eat it yourself."

Pei Xing couldn't help but smile when he heard that. He returned to the small bench and sucked the thin flesh of the persimmon. It was silky and moist. This was so delicious, and he felt a lot more energetic.

With a long sigh of comfort, his hand that threw the persimmon skin froze, and suddenly he remembered that my husband had eaten the persimmon. Was this considered an indirect kiss?

He didn't move his head, his eyes quickly raised up, and he took a peek at the busy person not far away. When he saw that the other person didn't pay attention, he threw away the persimmon skin as if he was guilty, his face turned red.

In order to divert his attention, he began to find things to do in the distance, trying to unilaterally distance himself from Lu Yiming.

Little did he know that all of this was in someone's eyes. Lu Yiming kept moving his hands and felt much better.

It was still early in the night, so the two of them did not go to bed immediately after washing up and returning to the room.

Pei Xing sat by the bed and changed Lu Yiming's autumn and winter clothes. The weather was getting colder and the other party didn't have any warm and suitable clothes yet. He had to hurry up and get one before winter.

If he had known that his husband would come back this winter, he should have prepared in advance instead of rushing to work now.

The little guy's brows were furrowed, with a look of annoyance on his brows, and he didn't notice even when he walked in beside him. He was hunched over alone, his movements meticulous and serious.

The light was dim, and he brought the fabric so close that the embroidery needle almost stuck into his eyes.

Lu Yiming took advantage of the moment when he stopped to rub his eyes, took the tools from his hands and put them into the basket.

When the other party looked surprised, he said slowly: "Have a rest for a while, go to the desk, and teach you how to read." He had

promised the other party before that he would teach him to read and write, but he was so tired recently that he forgot about it, and the little guy didn't mention it again. Now Now that you have some time to spare, it's time to make good on your promise.

In ancient times, there was no easy-to-learn Chinese phonetic notation. Most of it required hard work and rote memorization.

In this era, food and clothing were a problem, and farmers' children naturally did not have much time and money to support a child to learn and read, let alone a brother with a slightly lower status.

Previously, Pei Xing thought that her husband was just talking about it. After all, her husband never mentioned it again. Although he felt a little disappointed, he still wisely forgot about it.

Her husband was good enough to him, he couldn't take it any further.

Now that her husband mentioned teaching him how to read and write again, he couldn't help but smile with surprise.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yiming felt that it was worth the trouble. Just take the trouble and pamper your younger brother.

The last time the paper with the word "Pei Xing" on it was kept at the bottom of the box by the owner of the name, he took it out carefully now, lest he might tear the paper with force.

Paper, ink, pens, and inkstones are really expensive these days. One tael of silver is less than a literati's monthly study expenses. No wonder poor people can't afford it. This is not reading and learning calligraphy. It is simply knowledge gained with money.

Even so, everyone is not flocking to gamble on that glimmer of hope. If they lose, they will lose their fortune, and if they win, they will become famous.

But this has nothing to do with Lu Yiming. He doesn't plan to take the scientific examination. Wouldn't it be more enjoyable than teaching the rabbit in front of him how to read and write?

It was the first time for Pei Xing to hold a pen. Even though he was given a demonstration in advance, his eyes learned it, but it didn't mean that his hands could keep up.

He used all his strength with his palm, and what he wrote was crooked, as if he had drawn it in one stroke instead of writing it naturally.

After writing the word "Pei Xing", Pei Xing was sweating profusely. This word looked so ugly, especially in front of her husband, and she was even more embarrassed.

"Don't be impatient, take your time. This is your first time writing. This is already good. Your posture of holding the pen is correct, but your control ability needs to be improved. Just practice this more. Practice more at night. Over time, it will naturally improve. "

Is this your first time practicing calligraphy?"

Staring at those innocent eyes, he nodded without blushing. A white lie is not a lie.

But this comfort still works. At least the other person's mood has stabilized and he no longer doubts himself.

"Husband, I want to recognize your name."

After practicing for a long time, he can write his name on the paper skillfully. Although some of the sharpness of the pen needs to be strengthened, it can barely catch the eye.

So he stopped writing his name, turned around and couldn't wait to ask "Lu Yiming".

Lu Yiming took the brush, dipped it in some ink, and swiped it freely. In the blink of an eye, the three characters "Lu Yiming" appeared on the paper. In order to make it easier to write, he deliberately wrote it more neatly and easily.

The word "一" is easy to recognize and is often used, so Pei Xing recognized it. "Lu" and "Ming" had more strokes. He copied them stroke by stroke, as if he wanted to carve these three characters into his heart.

You are watching the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. Pei Xing is looking at the three words "Lu Yiming", and Lu Yiming is staring at Pei Xing in a daze.

After the past few days of cultivation, some flesh has appeared on the originally thin face. Due to long-term malnutrition, the face that should have started to grow has not yet grown, and there is a childish look between the eyebrows.

Lu Yiming sighed, he was still a child who had not grown up.

A strand of hair slipped from the hairband, and he gently tucked it behind the ear of someone who was concentrating on it. It happened to brush against the ear dotted with red moles, causing the other person to tremble.

It's very sensitive here.

Someone took back his hand from doing bad things without any introspection. He found that he quite liked this place, and he even liked to see the other person's reaction at this time.

As people get older, they have more bad tastes.

Lu Yiming sighed.

At

dawn, Lu Yiming and Pei Xing packed up and went out. Today they went to town to purchase some things.

Mother Lu told them before they went out: "Come back early."

"Okay."

During the frost season, there was a layer of white frost on the roadside in the morning. They came out early and the white frost had not yet melted.

"Cold?"

Lu Yiming saw Pei Xing's hand exposed to the air, which was a little red, and subconsciously took the other person's hand and rubbed it.

Speaking of which, he has been woken up in the middle of the night recently. A certain rabbit often approaches him as a heat source unconsciously, burying his hands and feet on his torso, using him as a natural stove.

However, once he wakes up in the morning, the other party will turn his face and deny himself, and secretly pull out his hands and feet as if nothing happened.

He found this reaction interesting and did not expose the other party.

The cold hands were wrapped in warm palms, and the heat was continuously transported. Pei Xing felt that not only his hands, but also his body seemed to be much warmer.

The commercial streets in the town are bustling with people. After the autumn harvest, the flow of people begins to increase. It is also the transition between autumn and winter, and there are many people shopping.

They planned to go to the cloth shop first and then go to the seller to buy some kitchen supplies. There was still enough salt at home, so there was no need to buy it for the time being.

The two walked through the busy streets and came to the cloth shop. A woman with a maid and a boy walked alongside them, with the same destination as them.

They had already passed by each other, but the woman in silk satin suddenly turned around and looked at Lu Yiming with surprise on her face.

"Yiming, you're back!"

Lu Yiming recognized the person at a glance. After all, the original person had many good memories of him.

This is the original body's ex-fiancée, Song Yan.

Although Pei Xing had never met Song Yan, he accurately guessed the identity of this person based on his sixth sense. The person was beautiful, with smooth and fair skin, and it seemed at first glance that he was well-maintained.

He bit his lip, lowered his head, and gently moved the hand he was holding, trying to take it back, but Lu Yiming didn't let go.

While Pei Xing was looking at Song Yan, the other party was also looking up and down at Pei Xing, who was dressed in coarse cloth next to Lu Yiming.

Is this his husband? He looks pretty, but a bit shabby.

Thanks to her mother who didn't insist on marrying Lu Yiming, otherwise she would have to live with him and live a simple life. How could she live the life of a young mistress like she does now?

Seeing that the other person was not doing well, she felt very comfortable. Look, this was the man she was not married to at the time. So what if he came back from the war? He was still a farmer with his face turned to the earth and his back to the sky.

What kind of pot goes with what kind of lid?

However, after not seeing each other for five years, Lu Yiming had become much taller and more masculine than her husband.

Speaking of which, she knew that Lu Yiming only liked women, especially her ex-fiancée.

She glanced at the two people's clasped hands and smiled: "As long as you're okay, my mother was talking about you a few days ago. I'm very happy to hear the news that you've returned safely." After

hearing this, Lu Yiming actually let go of his hand. Pei Xing's hand fell on Song Yan. Song Yan looked proud and thought to herself, as expected, this person still misses her.

Pei Xing's hand was released and without the warm palm wrapped around it, it became cold again.

Although winter has not come yet, Pei Xing felt that it was bitingly cold at this moment. A certain little rabbit felt a little bitter in his heart, lowered his head and turned red.

There seems to be no place for him here.

Just when he was secretly feeling sad, a hand gently hugged his shoulder and sincerely thanked Song Yan.

"It's a blessing in disguise. Thanks to your help, I have gained a virtuous husband."