Who will wake up first from the big dream? I will know it in my life.

Looking at the awakening Fahai, Zhang Heng asked: "What did you dream about?"

Fahai answered truthfully: "Woman!"

Zhang Heng asked again: "What did you realize?"

Fa Hai remained silent.

Friendship, love, compassion, passion.

What exactly does he want for the girl?

Fahai couldn't think clearly and was confused. Fahai looked confused.

Seeing the expression on his face, Zhang Heng spoke for the third time: "What did you get?"

"What did you get?"

The confusion on Fa Hai's face became even stronger.

Yes, what did you get?

After a burst of greed, instead of being fulfilled, his heart became increasingly empty.

He seemed to have gained something, but also seemed to have gained nothing.

"Dream."

Zhang Heng once again used his dream technique.

In this life, Fahai was no longer a monk, but was born into a family of officials.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When he was three years old, his father, who was an official abroad, died of illness while on duty, and the mainstay of the family collapsed.

When she was seven years old, my mother accidentally caught a cold and fell ill.

Before leaving, he spent all his family savings to find a matchmaker for Fahai.

She is the daughter of the pig butcher at the east end of the village. She is nine years older than Fahai and is sixteen this year.

Being a pig butcher was a lowly profession in ancient times. Although you had no worries about food and clothing, your status was not high and you were mostly despised by your neighbors.

Taking Fan Jin's election as an example, Hu Butcher's daughter was already in her thirties when she married Fan Jin.

A young girl in her thirties would definitely be a leftover fighter in ancient times.

Doesn’t Butcher Hu not want his daughter to get married?

Of course not, it was because there was no good man willing to marry her, so matchmakers came to her door, and the man was either cross-eyed or lame, and it was delayed every time he came.

The same goes for Liaozhai World.

The daughters of pig butchers generally cannot marry into good families.

Although Fahai's family was defeated, they still had a seventh-grade county magistrate, so Zhujiang was quite satisfied with the marriage.

Go to church, get married, everything is simple.

The daughter-in-law came in, drank two sips of tea, said hello three times, and Fahai's old mother left.

Today we are happy, tomorrow we are mourning in vain.

Yun Niang, a newcomer, said she was Fahai's wife, but Fahai was only seven years old and she was sixteen, almost like a little mother.

As spring goes and autumn comes, Fahai grows up day by day.

Yun Niang is good at housework. She helps people with laundry and chores on weekdays. In addition, her father, who is a butcher, helps her a little, so she can still have three meals a day.

In the blink of an eye, Fahai turned twelve.

Yun Niang was twenty-one this year. She looked no different from a thirty-year-old woman because she worked often and was exposed to wind and sun.

Privately, peers of the same age call Fahai my little husband.

Because the gossipy women in the village tease Yun Niang all day long: "Yun Niang, where is your little husband?"

Over time, "Little Husband" became Fahai's exclusive title.

Another two years.

Fa Hai is fourteen years old and Yun Niang is twenty-three.

Over the years, the family had saved some money, so Yun Niang wanted to let Fahai go to school and revive the family.

Unexpectedly, Fahai has a high level of understanding and is an excellent reader.

He was selected as a scholar in just three years, and he was selected as a scholar four years later. At the age of twenty-one, he became a well-known talent.

At this time, Yun Niang was already thirty years old, and she looked as if she was forty.

In the past, when friends from his classmates came to visit, Fahai never introduced Yun Niang to his friends.

He had had enough of the word "younger husband" and just said he was a distant relative staying at home.

Yun Niang saw it and kept smiling, and from then on she rarely went out.

Next, Fahai became a civil servant and fully enjoyed the privileges of feudal society.

Every day, many people come to flatter him, some give him land, some give him shops. The squires from ten miles and eight villages all know that the 21-year-old Juren, even if he fails to pass the Jinshi examination in the future, just to fill the vacancy, at least

He is also a county magistrate, and everyone is happy to make friends with him.

After all, Fahai is young and can afford to wait.

If it doesn't work in one year, then it will be two years; if it doesn't work in two years, it will be three years. Wherever there is an official vacancy, it can be easily filled.

What's more, for a 21-year-old Juren, who dares to say that he will not be able to win the Jinshi in the future.

So all of a sudden, Fahai's family changed every day. They had property, a shop, a house, and even some ruins. The couple came to work as servants for protection.

Yun Niang saw everything with her eyes.

In just a few days, Fahai earned money that she had not transferred to her for more than ten years of housework.

There are also shops queuing up to ask him to write inscriptions, and they don’t even have to ask for the retouching fee, which starts at just one hundred taels, claiming that they are lucky enough to be blessed by Wenquxing.

Is this a good thing?

That should be the case. There is plenty of food and fish at home, and there are even servants to call on you.

But Yunniang couldn't laugh. She married Fahai at the age of sixteen. These roles have always been in demand.

Nowadays, Fahai no longer needs her. Her younger husband is Wenquxing, a 21-year-old Juren, and she herself is a 30-year-old butcher's daughter who has never seen the world and can't read a bunch of Chinese characters.

, a vulgar person.

"So I heard, the origin of love is hatred, Hu Han's point of no return, one side loses, one side weeps, one side is satisfied, one side is cruel."

Yun Niang lived in seclusion and made offerings to the Bodhisattva in her room.

She has never read a book and cannot understand Buddhist scriptures. Even the word "Hum" in "Om", "Mah", "Ne", "Ba", "Mi" and "Hum" is pronounced as "cow".

But she read it very seriously because she wanted to pray for Fahai.

Although Fa Hai did not admit it, in Yun Niang's heart, she would always be the wife he married in eight sedan chairs.

The year of twenty-six.

Fahai went to Beijing to take the exam and came second in the high school exam.

This year, Yun Niang was thirty-five years old. Because she had been helping people wash clothes when she was a girl, she suffered from severe rheumatism and her back was not straight.

In the same year, Fahai went to a banquet in Qionglin and beat his horse in front of Yujie in the middle of the night.

The next year, I returned to my hometown honorably and took leave of absence.

When I got home, no one answered the door and there were weeds growing in the yard.

Fahai looked confused and called his neighbors to ask questions.

After asking, I found out that in the second month after I went to Beijing to take the exam, Yun Niang contracted the plague.

In order not to delay his imperial examination, no one was allowed to notify him, so he had to suffer hard at home.

Two months later, Yun Niang still couldn't get over it and died of illness.

The funeral was organized by my maternal uncle, and the person was buried in the woods to the east of the village, the one without a tombstone.

Hear these words.

Fahai hurried to the woods east of the village.

When he saw it, he saw a new grave without a tombstone, standing at the feet of his parents.

According to funeral customs, the graves of children are placed at the feet of their parents, which represents filial piety.

The wordless tombstone means that Yun Niang doesn't know what happened to her.

She is said to be Fahai's wife, but the two have never been married.

He said that she was not Fahai's wife, but that she was the daughter-in-law who was brought back in a big sedan chair and handed tea to her mother-in-law.

Fortunately, there is no word left on the tombstone, so you can write whatever you want.
To be continued...