Winter is harsh and cold, and winter in Xiaosongzhuang is especially sad.

Mrs. Yan struggled to lift up the washed clothes by the lake. There was a faint sound of water flowing, and the woman on the side saw this and put her hand on her hand to twist it with her.

"Isn't there a new daughter-in-law in your family? Why, when the bride comes to your door, you, the mother-in-law, come out to do the laundry?"

Before Mrs. Yan could reply, the nagging person interrupted: "Aren't you kidding me? It depends on whose family the new wife comes from. Butcher Song has been killing pigs all his life. When it comes to killing pigs, he is a

Good job, but talking about raising a daughter really makes me laugh to death!"

"Yeah, I've looked all over this place, but I can't find anyone like his Song Shu who pretends to be crazy and acts stupid all day long and just stares at the back of the handsome young man. That means the Pei family is not very particular... Oops.

!" After being abducted, the old lady realized that the victim was still standing here, and smiled bitterly at Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Yan twitched her lips, thanked the woman beside her who was helping her twist her clothes, picked up the basin and left.

The talkative woman pursed her lips, "...Tsk, didn't she just tell a few truths, why did she still eat her heart..."

"...You should say less..."

Ignoring the gossip behind her, Mrs. Yan walked around a low-lying vegetable field to the door of her house. Before she could say anything, a pair of big hands took the heavy wooden basin from her hand.

The man silently picked up the clothes in the basin, maybe because he felt that the water was not squeezed out enough, so he twisted them twice more.

He moved very neatly, and soon a puddle of water accumulated on the ground.

Mrs. Yan rubbed her waist, glanced at the nearby room, saw no movement, and reached out to pat her son.

"...Where is Shu Niang? You still don't want to come out?"

The force she hit on Pei Xuan was like scratching an itch, but he didn't say anything and just hung his clothes on the rope to dry.

Mrs. Yan was going to be so angry with her son, "You've grown so big in vain that you can't even coax a wife! If she makes trouble, just go and coax her! How can there be any reason to sleep in separate rooms after getting married? I don't know if I will die."

Can I still see my grandson born before..."

The noise outside the house spread into the house.

Song Shu opened her eyes with a complicated look on her face.

This was not a place she was familiar with, not home, and certainly not a hospital. The air was no longer filled with the smell of disinfectant, but a faint smell of grass.

Because I didn't get up, the only thing I touched was the bed under me. It wasn't soft, but it was enough to make people miss me.

Song Shu raised her hand, her palms were smooth and her fingertips were round, and all the previous wounds were gone. She took a deep breath, and the guess in her heart became more and more certain.

This is not the era she lives in, and she is not even her.

In the 21st century where she lived, the domestic economy was prosperous. As a student of Schiemann, a doctor of medicine, she followed her teacher to establish the latest genetic disease research institute. The teacher was determined to cut off infectious diseases in genes. For this goal, everyone in the institute

After working on it for several days, she finally made a progressive breakthrough. She breathed a sigh of relief and fell on the research table.

When she woke up again, her soul came to another world.

Looking around, Song Shu felt that the current environment did not seem to guarantee food and clothing.

Of course, what's even more difficult is that...she also has a husband she has never met.

The closed wooden door was pushed open, stirring up a burst of dust in the sunlight.

A villain ran in and paused when he saw Song Shu with her eyes open.

"...Grandma asked me to tell you to eat!"

He was a boy, probably about three or four years old. His face was not fat, so his eyes were particularly bright. He stood at the door and did not come near. After saying this, he ran away, as if he didn't like Song Shu very much.

Of course, even those who know that he is a human being will not like him.

Her original name was also Song Shu. She lost her mother when she was a child and only had a father who was a pig butcher. Butcher Song did not remarry. With his skills in killing pigs, he brought Song Shu up. The male was married to the daughter.

It’s time to get married, but I’m thinking that I don’t have a mother-in-law, so the sooner we see my daughter’s marriage, the better.

When Song Shu was fifteen years old, Butcher Song asked a flower matchmaker to come to her house. As soon as he announced the person to choose, Song Shu knocked him out.

It was always a happy event for the matchmaker to come to her house. If she didn't treat her politely, how could she chase her away? The matchmaker was not happy. Butcher Song sent her pork one after another, but she just insisted that she would not come to her again.

This Song Shu is also a tiger. If you don't help me, I will do it myself.

She liked the fair and scholar-looking son. When she met him, she would look at him and ask, "I'm attracted to you, can you marry me?" She asked many scholars in the village, so much so that they were frightened.

When she mentioned Song Shu, she shook her head.

Three years passed like this. Seeing Song Shu become an old girl, Butcher Song became anxious. One time when he was killing a pig, he accidentally cut off two fingers on his left hand with a knife. The wound became infected and he lay in bed for three days.

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Before his death, the only thing Butcher Song did was to arrange a marriage for Song Shu from the Pei family.

"...Don't cry, baby, dad has been killing pigs all his life, and the pigs he picked have never been bad... Once you believe in dad, you can't go wrong with these tricks when choosing a son-in-law... Then dad Pei Xuan took a quick look, and he was a

Those who have the ability..." Butcher Song's eyes were full of light when he said this, and he stared at Song Shu intently. When he saw her nodding in agreement, he closed his eyes with peace of mind.

The original person got married to Pei Xuan during the period of filial piety, in order to give the late Butcher Song a peace of mind. But Pei Xuan was tall and had a cold face. As soon as he approached, he looked like he was standing on a mountain. Besides his face, he was like a mountain.

Not only was it fair, but it was completely inconsistent with the original person's aesthetics. On the day of the wedding, after the wedding ceremony, he started to lose his temper, cried and made trouble, and refused to let Pei Xuan into the room, which was a joke to the people who came to have the wedding banquet.

What the hell is this?

Song Shu complained in her heart, but still got out of bed obediently.

In the last few years, she could endure any kind of suffering or sin, but "starving" was the only thing she couldn't bear. Any uncontaminated grain was worth cherishing and tasting.

Arriving at the main room, people were seated on three sides of the square table. Mrs. Yan took the main seat, Pei Xuan and the child sat next to each other. Song Shu consciously sat down next to Mr. Yan on the other side, that is, opposite Pei Xuan.

"Well... Shu Niang," Mrs. Yan handed her a steamed bun, "yesterday you said you had a headache, how are you today?"

Song Shu took it, took a bite and chewed it slowly.

"Seeing Pei Xuan gives me a headache" was one of the reasons why I went crazy yesterday and refused to let anyone in.

"...Thank you for your concern, mother. It doesn't hurt anymore." Song Shu replied after swallowing the steamed bun in her mouth.

Such a gentle attitude surprised Yan.

"As long as it doesn't hurt, it's okay as long as it doesn't hurt. Ke'an, didn't you just say you were worried about Shu Niang's health?" Yan Shi slapped Pei Xuan's arm.

Listening to the word "Ke'an", Song Shu realized that it should be Pei Xuan's character.

Pei Xuan didn't answer. He put down his chopsticks and looked at the kid sitting beside him, "Have you eaten well? If you're done, follow me out to practice."

He didn't even look at Song Shu.

Mrs. Yan was a little nervous, worried that Song Shu would be as cute as yesterday.

Song Shu doesn't care.

Nothing is as important as eating for her right now.

God knows when was the last time she had a meal with such peace of mind. What Pei Xuan is not Pei Xuan will only disturb the speed of her chopsticks.

Even this dish is too bland and tasteless, almost like a boiled dish.

Seeing the furnishings in the room, Song Shu became indifferent.

Sure enough, every era has its own struggles. In the 21st century, it is to realize one's own value, but in this era, it has returned to the most primitive way of filling one's stomach?
Chapter completed!