My husband was picked up from [farming]

Chapter 4

Marrying a twin does not require any engagement banquet. A few large betrothal gifts, a small sedan chair or a donkey wearing red can be used to take the person over.

Only if you marry a girl, you will go through the process of three matchmakers and six betrothals. The way Yang Zhao looks today, it is obvious that he wants to marry a girl.

Thinking of seeing the gentle and gentle eyebrows of sleeping man this morning, Yang Zhao rarely felt a little proud and shy in front of others.

"It's not a woman. What I want to marry is a pair of sons."

He wanted to say that he was redeemed from the Wen family, but he hesitated and didn't know how to say it. He didn't want Wen Yu to have anything to do with the Wen family anymore. , those aunts from the province are looking for trouble again, how can they introduce their daughter-in-law if they don't tell her?

Just as he was hesitating, he found that everyone was sitting there, with faces as if they were mourning for their heirs. As the host, he felt rude and immediately stood up to say hello.

"Hey? Don't just sit there, eat quickly. It will get cold in a while, and the meat will not taste good when it is cold. This is not ordinary pork. It is not easy for you to eat on weekdays. Try it now!"

It's okay if he didn't say it. When he said it, someone at the table far away laughed and cried. If he didn't smile during a wedding, he would be beaten, but he really couldn't eat this meat. Who knows? Not human flesh.

It's not easy to eat on weekdays...

What kind of meat is not easy to eat?

Everyone's thoughts couldn't help but think of the news they heard at the head of the village. Although the rest of the people didn't shed tears, their faces were not good either. There were a few people with pale faces and trembling hands holding chopsticks.

In the room, bursts of aroma seemed to have penetrated his nose deliberately. Wen Yu had never eaten a few pieces of meat when he was at his uncle's house, not to mention at his own house, but at this moment, the wind in the yard was filled with the smell of meat.

A tear fell from the corner of Wen Yu's eyes, and his stomach growled. Although he drank a large bowl of rice cereal, how could he be full of meat if it smelled like meat?

He also wants to eat meat at his engagement party!

The person who had always been soft-tempered was now extremely angry. His eyelashes kept trembling, and suddenly a pair of deer-like dark eyes opened, dazed and slightly panicked.

He stared at the roof, ignoring the unfamiliar environment, sniffing and looking sideways at the window.

His hands and feet were all limp, Wen Yu gritted his teeth and lifted the quilt, and crawled towards the window with a squeak.

In the yard, everyone was struggling to add vegetables, but most people went to add vegetarian vegetables. A few people held chopsticks and just turned the meat vegetables, but did not pick them up.

Yang Zhao was not a fool. He could tell that something was wrong with these people. Looking at their faces, the smile on Yang Zhao's face dropped.

"Why, the food is not to your taste?"

"No, no, no..."

"No, no, no... ha, ha... no, how could it be possible."

Seeing his cold face, everyone turned pale with fright. He quickly waved his hand to show that he didn't mean to dislike it.

Yang Zhao saw their expressions and sneered.

"Then let's eat."

The village chief closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, then opened his eyes and took the lead in picking up a piece of meat with a smile.

"This meat is fat and lean, stewed soft and delicious, and it tastes delicious at first sight."

After finishing his words, he put the meat into his mouth as if he was dead.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." The cold wind was mixed with a burst of resentful crying, and everyone present froze.

The village chief even burst into tears holding the piece of meat in his mouth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... ... ...oooooo... my meats..."

The voices were not loud. If everyone just talked and laughed a few times, they might have covered it up like this. However, the Yang family yard was too quiet at this moment. The crying sound was particularly obvious.

Someone heard the source of the sound, stiffened his neck and slowly looked for the sound. Seeing his movements, the people around him also looked over.

I saw a pale little face hanging on the window looking at them "whining and moaning", with red eyes dripping with tears, and those unusually dark eyes staring at the meat on their chopsticks like an abyss.

Villager: "Ahhhhhh!!! There's a ghost!"

The village chief, who was holding meat in his mouth, also saw it. His face turned pale, his eyes rolled back and he leaned back.

The rest of the people rushed out of the door one after another. The timid ones were so frightened that their legs weakened. They stood up and staggered and fell to the ground. The people behind them ran towards the door in panic. They were tripped by this person and flew straight out of the door.

For a moment, there was a mess in the Yang family's yard. Fortunately, before the village chief fainted, Yang Zhao quickly caught the person with quick eyes and hands, so he didn't fall.

The guests all ran away like a gust of wind. The Zhang family and his wife stood there blankly, not understanding what happened.

Yang Zhao didn't care so much, handed the unconscious village chief to Uncle Zhang, turned around and ran into the house.

The thin figure was leaning on the window edge with difficulty. I don't know how long it had been since I woke up. Now I was crying and shaking.

Throwing off the patched shoes on his feet, Yang Zhao got on the kang and came to Wen Yu's side, tearing him off the window sill.

"Why didn't you call me when you woke up? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Otherwise, why would you be crying so pitifully.

Wen Yu pursed the "tears" that flowed from the corner of his mouth, and finally saw the man's appearance with his dark eyes. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the man's sharpened face, but was soon frightened by the ferocious scars at the corners of his eyes.

The person who originally had a good face looked fierce and domineering because of this scar.

The person in his arms was obviously shaking. Yang Zhao thought he was cold, so he pulled off the quilt on the kang and wrapped the person up.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wen Yu had thought about it before he woke up. No matter who the other person was, as long as he gave him food, his life would not be sad. But when he really saw Yang Zhao, he couldn't help but worry.

This man doesn't look like he has a good temper. What if he beats him after giving him food?

Seeing the man's relaxed brows begin to frown, Wen Yu shivered again before remembering that she had never answered his words.

"...Hungry."

His voice was small, soft as if recovering from a serious illness, like the sound of a kitten's milk, tickling Yang Zhao's heart, and the man's face became more apologetic.

"I'm going to serve you food." He wrapped Wen Yu into a rice dumpling and let him sit on the quilt. After making sure that he was okay, he went to the kitchen to serve food.

Thinking about the dishes he saw on the table just now, Wen Yu suppressed his uneasiness and nodded obediently.

Not long after, footsteps were heard, and the moment the door curtain opened, Wen Yu's eyes stared straight at the bowl in Yang Zhao's hand.

Yang Zhao served him a large bowl of porridge. As soon as he entered the door, he met Wen Yu's expectant eyes. But the next moment, the expectation in his eyes turned into disappointment and grievance. He stared at the watery white porridge, which had no color. His lips were pursed tightly.

Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

Could it be that he was too slow to serve the food?

With tears in his eyes, Wen Yu raised his eyes to look at the man's expression, and muttered timidly: "I, I want to eat meat..."