In the cold winter, the snow turns into ice. When I think of hearing my mother-in-law’s annoying nagging in the morning, Luo Jintang is too lazy to get up and wants to stay in this warm bed for a while.

Chen Huaian is a young master who is a child and does not know how to stuff the stove. Every morning, the stove in other people's room can be warmed up with just a little charcoal, but they both have to make stoves with big smoke and small fire every day.

To make the stove, you have to spend firewood and to borrow charcoal from the next room. Chen Huaian himself refused to go. When he returned, Luo Jintang listened to the nagging of his mother-in-law Qiao's mother, Mother He, while using tongs to grab the charcoal fire, he wanted to put some anger with Chen Huai when he came back.

Today, not only did she not feel cold feet, but she felt that the house was particularly warm and full of coal gas.

Opening her eyes and looking at the roof of the citron beam, the past and the past are like water. From her miscarriage again and again, to Chen Huaian's outer room and son, to the scoundrels who came to the door to shame, to Chen Huaian's last death in the iron room in Youzhou, she remembered that she was in Youzhou.

After touching the soft and harmonious quilt, Luo Jintang felt something was wrong again. Since she was in Youzhou, when she closed her eyes, she was in the iron storm field with wind and snow. How could such a soft and harmonious quilt be?

Suddenly, with a clanging sound on the ground, Luo Jintang sat up suddenly and saw a young man wearing duck egg green cotton on the ground pounding the stove with coal tongs.

The man's eyebrows are firm and his nose is straight, his lips are tightly pursed into lines, he lowered his head and used pliers to pound it a few times. The fire in the furnace chaff jumped up, and in an instant, the whole room immediately became lively.

Jintang remembered that this was Chen Huaian when she was young. Could it be that she was dreaming?

He lifted the quilt and had nothing else but a bellyband. Jintang immediately covered the quilt and asked coldly: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Chen Huaian raised his head, stared at Jintang with faint eyes for a while, and hung the tongs on the soot tube: "You put on your clothes first, I'll go out to treat my parents to you."

He turned around and went out.

Jintang immediately hooked his hand and came over the bronze mirror from the dressing table next to the bed. In the mirror, there was a melon-shaped face, two apricot-like eyes, a little cherry red lips, and a blink of an eye, which made people charming. This was exactly what I was when I was young.

She pinched her white face hard and said in pain, thinking that I am alive, or is it a dream in my previous life?

She hurriedly put on her pants and got up immediately. She opened the door and walked past the bedroom with a young and tender face. This was her sister-in-law Liu Cui'e. She smiled meaningfully: "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

Jintang also went to the kitchen. Seeing Liu Cui'e knotting eggs, she sat under the stove and lit a fire, and asked, "Sister-in-law, what time is it today?"

"On October 1st, Cold Clothes Festival." Liu Cui'e beat the eggs and poured some oil into the big pot. With a sting, a pot of soft, tender and golden eggs were out of the pot.

In fact, it is a work that I used to doing. As long as I am in the Chen family, everyone will subconsciously turn around like a shuttle on the loom. Although it is just an ancient memory, Jintang knows what to do at this time.

My mother-in-law Qi Mei has an old mother, but that old mother is so noble that she only serves Qi Mei and Chen Huaian at home. Cooking and washing dishes are always the work of her daughter-in-law.

So Luo Jintang saw that the porridge pot was piping out, so he quickly opened the lid and stirred it a few times. He picked up two fresh tofu skins in the morning and cut them into shreds. He mixed them with the soaked vermicelli bean sprouts. He drizzled the hot oil and chopped green onion, and the aroma of oil was piping. The two dishes and a pot of porridge were carried into the main room.

In the main room, the three father and son of the Chen family had already sat at the table.

The Chen family has land and land in Weihe County, and also runs a small business outside the door. They are not rich, but they are also a scholarly family. Chen Hang is the second child of the Chen family. There is also an older brother named Chen Jin and another younger brother named Chen Quan. The whole family lives in three courtyards connected to the street.

Chen Hang has two sons. The eldest, Chen Jiali, is 24 years old this year. He passed the exam for the juren year two years ago, but failed. He is still studying now. The second is Chen Huaian, and the third is Chen Jiayu. He passed the scholar at the age of fifteen. He is considered a child prodigy in Qinzhou. He has long memorized the "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classics" and "Thousand Character Classics" and are now studying the Four Books and Five Classics and the Analects of Confucius.

He often speaks uniquely on the Four Books and Five Classics, and even the Masters praised him in the academy.

Jintang put the meal on the table and heard his mother-in-law Qi Mei say, "Okay, after eating, their brothers will go to school. What are the exams in the early morning? If you really have knowledge and get into the Jinshi early to become an official, you still need to sit on a hard bench in the county government."

Chen Hang was a juren who failed to pass the imperial examination after many exams. In today's court, if a juren fails to pass the imperial examination, in addition to waiting for the exam every three years, he can also go to the county government office to help the county magistrate handle government affairs. His position is Chao Fenglang.

It is said that it is handling government affairs, but in fact it is just a hard bench. No one will pay attention to him when he sits all day.

But in this family, my father-in-law is still very authoritative. The three sons dare not breathe in front of him, and only his wife Qi Mei dares to say a few words to him.

When she heard this, Jintang left the house. She remembered that one year after she got married with Chen Huaian, the Chen family had a change and failed the family business. The two moved out to do business.

She was a married woman in June. If she counted on her fingers, this was the fifth month after her marriage.

At this time, Chen Huaian's biological father was demoted and had not yet recovered. I don't know where to dig coal balls.

Chen Huaian didn't know that he had a powerful and powerful father, so he just thought that the idle Chao Fenglang family was his home. He didn't know that he studied like Chen Jiali and Chen Jiayu, studied hard and took the imperial examinations, and followed his idle children to drink and write lyrics all day long, danced with swords and became a playboy's second young master.

Jintang's biological mother and her adoptive mother who had been tortured by the last life, and she hated Chen Huaian forever, looking at him coldly, and of course she refused to go on to live. She didn't go to the kitchen to have a meal, but instead looked for Chen Huaian everywhere.

In the past life, the two of them should be in a state of anger.

Jintang forgot why, but she remembered that on the day of the Cold Food Festival, the two had a big fight. If Qi Mei had not persuaded him, they would have almost divorced.

Taking advantage of this critical moment, Jintang wanted to talk to him about the separation. He should be angry, and she also wanted to get together. After a beat, she wanted to leave the house immediately.

She would rather die in this life than be angry with the previous life.

She found the study first.

This is the place where Chen Huaian had a drink outside. After he came back, he was afraid that she would make a fuss and hiding, so he loved to hide. At that time, he and some officials had wine and recite poems all day long. He came back with a smelly look, afraid that she would kick him out of bed, so he stayed in the study for a night.

The stove in the study was not growing, and there was no one. So Jintang turned back and found her bedroom. Before she could enter the door, she saw Chen Huaian holding the book "The Analects of Confucius" and slowly flipping it in front of her dressing table.

While he was flipping through the book, a fire plier penetrated and the fire in the stove ignited.

In winter, in the cold house in the north, a warm stove is the life of a person, but Chen Huaian never controls the stove. When he extinguishes him, he holds her to keep warm, so he will freeze to death and will not add a coal ball to it.

Jintang bit her silver teeth, pointed at Chen Huaian's nose and said, "Okay, it's you, are you actually back?"

This is not the Chen Huaian in his previous life. When Chen Huaian was in the Chen family, he never touched the tongs.

When he was dying in his previous life, he was thrusting in an iron house. When he saw that his gestures were now very good at serving the stove.

Moreover, in his previous life, he only liked to read elegant books like "Chunhuage Tie" and "Collection of Hundred Sages and Famous Masters". He never touched books like "The Analects of Confucius", "The Great Learning", "The Four Books" and "Five Classics". If he had free time, he would rather read a book called "The Kaiwu of Heaven" than go to the books from Babaobao. In his words, those books were filled with a sense of sourness, and they would only be stubborn when reading them.

Since he has been praised by "The Analects of Confucius", he will definitely be Chen Huaian who has died once.

Before Jintang could slap her, Chen Huaian grabbed her slender white and delicate wrist, which was still shining with a girlish luster: "Didn't you take away all my savings and open a study in the capital. The business is booming? Why didn't you even have a good dress in the end? Even a pair of cotton shoes were torn?"

Otherwise, it would be fine if you talk about this, but Jintang would be angry.

"You are still using some rascals to smash my store all day long, you still..." Before he could finish his words, Chen Huaian's still young face immediately covered with a sense of indifference.

Jintang, who was so sad, resentful, and despair, cursed for the rest of his life, could not relieve his anger in his death in his previous life. He suddenly calmed down in Chen Huaian's cold expression: "In this life, I don't want to see you for a quarter of an hour, and I don't want to say something to you anymore. Let's divorce immediately."

Chen Huaian closed the book with a bang, his cotton robe fell lightly, and his eyebrows were filled with evil spirits after becoming a powerful minister, one person was inferior to tens of thousands of people: "I, a minister of the cabinet, cannot finish the affairs of the court in one day, and I have to deal with the emperor's summons at any time. What time do I have to smash your shop?"

Jintang followed him when he was still a scoundrel. He had never been afraid of him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Bah, you are angry that I have smashed your dog's head and stepped on your dog's face in front of the emperor. It's obvious that many times, I saw several people who were embarrassed by my sluts in your prime minister's house."

Chen Huaian thought that Jintang was a kind of suspicion because she was humble. As he gradually became more and more powerful, no matter what others said, she felt that she was laughing at herself. No matter what others did, she felt that people were trying to harm her.

When she went out to visit, she complained that other ladies laughed at her as a village woman, put on small shoes, and went to the prime minister's house to invite her. When she came back, she wanted to say that his biological mother was shaking her face. She chatted all day long, endlessly.

He was back, but after his previous life, he also saw through the shallow, ignorant void under her beautiful skin, just like her mother, Ge Yamei, completely hopeless.

After ten years of getting married in his previous life, he had enough of it and closed the book with a bang.

"Get together and leave together."

Suddenly, he turned back and said, "Then why did you die? Aren't you always suspicious that someone hurts you, and you don't even dare to drink a glass of water from others? Why did I just come back half an hour ago, and you came back?"

Jintang thought for a while and said, "But, that piece of bun."

That's right. She died after eating the bun he had eaten. Chen Huaian was poisoned too quickly and had not finished the bun. Unexpectedly, the bun actually killed her.

The moment he came back, he got off her. The newly married man and woman were uncontrollably. He tossed her two or three times at night. He had to go back and forth when he woke up in the morning. Many times the thing was spent in her stomach overnight.

Just when she was still sleeping, he looked at her charming face and thought to himself that since she was back, she was still the innocent and ignorant girl back then. So just follow her temper and follow her stubbornness. He just needs to bear it more and don't tell her to be crazy all day, take her out of this house, avoid the troubles of the previous life, or the two of them will have a good ending in this life.

But who knew that the one who hated him, suspected him, and blamed him for the rest of her life, only half an hour later, and then came back. So, there was no other way to go except Heli.

With a shake of the curtain, he turned around and walked out of the door.

Jintang knew that he was particularly filial to his biological mother and adopted mother in his previous life, but his filial piety was only spoken of. No matter which one of his two mother-in-law was sick, she knelt on the couch to serve the sick, tasted the medicine soup in person, and treated this a little better, and was dissatisfied with the other, and was not happy with the other.

She should not be able to suffer from that leisurely life after living for a lifetime.

After leaving the house for a while, Chen Huaian came in with a bowl of porridge, two plates of side dishes, and hot steamed buns.

"I'm going to live with you, so I'll have breakfast first?" He left again.

Jintang picked up the bowl of porridge, soft and glutinous Migu porridge, and tofu skin with scallions and dogwood, and puffy eggs. It made it yourself, which was particularly delicious.

When she died in her previous life, she was so poor that she was even extravagant to eat a bowl of porridge.

When she walked to Youzhou, she lost all the money halfway through. She was asking for food and asking for directions along the way.
Chapter completed!