This matter is too important, and it is about happiness in life and the great things about inheriting the family line. Wu Ji cannot spend more time. If it is malnourished, you only need to improve your life and make your small body grow stronger. If it is incomplete, the trouble will be great.

However, in the current situation, Wu Ji didn't know which reason was, so he could only keep comforting himself and avoid committing crimes. Yang Xiuxiu was only fourteen or five years old, a little girl and a young girl, and at least she had to raise her for several years before she could eat her. If she started now, it would be a crime.

Wu Ji found that there was something wrong with Yang Xiuxiu's quilt, so he touched it with his hands and it was very thin, covering it with a thin layer, almost the same as if it was not covered. How did she get over it?

It is August now. Because it is north, it is already very cold. It is frost weather. Such a thin quilt can't keep it from the cold? Yang Xiuxiu couldn't help but shivered, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Wu Ji sighed inwardly, how can the girls of this era be so virtuous? It is a blessing in life to marry such a girl, so why regret in this life?

Wu Ji covered his quilt on Yang Xiuxiu and then covered Yang Xiuxiu's thin quilt on it. In this way, he would cover two quilts, which was much warmer.

However, Yang Xiuxiu kept trembling, of course not because she was afraid, but because she was nervous. Since getting married, the two have never been so close. Wu Ji turned over and leaned against Yang Xiuxiu, and Yang Xiuxiu's nervousness improved slightly.

Time passed silently, and I don’t know how long it took, Yang Xiuxiu sobbed gently, and her petite body kept twitching. Since her marriage, she had not received such care. Her mind was stirred. Wu Ji comforted her for a while, became sleepy and fell asleep unknowingly.

The next day, Wu Ji woke up and found that Yang Xiuxiu was gone. He opened his eyes and saw that it was dark in winter and it was not yet dawn. Wu Ji thought that his small body was too weak and he had to exercise more. He would be good for him when the air was fresh in the morning and walk more.

When I got up, I just arrived at the door, but found that there was a door panel on the door. The door panel was dismantled and made into a coffin. When did it become a door panel? When did Yang Xiuxiu get up? Did she get up in the middle of the night?

Look at this situation, it is very likely!

When he opened the door, he just took a step forward and heard heavy footsteps. The boss came over with a swaying shadow. Wu Ji was shocked and shouted: "Who?"

"Ah!" Yang Xiuxiu's scream came, followed by Yang Xiuxiu's care: "Wu Lang, why did you get pregnant? Go back to the house quickly. It's too cold here, don't get cold!"

"Xiuxiu, where are you?" Wu Ji's eyes widened, and he looked left and right, but there was no sign of Yang Xiuxiu.

A large bundle of firewood came over. It turned out that Yang Xiuxiu had returned from picking up firewood. The boss had a bundle of firewood, and her figure was only called Xiaobudian, but Wu Ji didn't notice it.

As the dawn came, there was already a faint light. Wu Ji found that Yang Xiuxiu's face was flushed, with crystal sweat hanging on her little nose, and her body was white, and she was covered in morning frost. It was obvious that she had been outside for quite some time, otherwise there would be no frost on her body.

"Let it go!" Wu Ji hurried forward and asked for help, but gave Yang Xiuxiu a first step to push him into the house.

Yang Xiuxiu put down the firewood, didn't bother to breathe, held it in her hand, quickly walked into the house, and was about to raise fire for Wu Ji. Wu Ji grabbed her and looked at her carefully. The petite man looked tired, his eyes were black, and his hands were as cold as popsicles. He couldn't help but feel ache in his heart. He covered her little hand on his chest, and a coldness penetrated his whole body. Wu Ji gritted his teeth and held it back.

"Wu Lang, no, no. Don't freeze you." Yang Xiuxiu was so anxious that she was about to pull out her hand.

"Don't move around!" Wu Ji was very domineering and asked, "Have you made the door panel?"

"If you don't have a door panel, you will be very cold. Wu Lang is weak... Wu Lang blames me, it's useless." Yang Xiuxiu began to blame herself again.

Wu Ji could no longer hold it back, tears came out, hugging Yang Xiuxiu and said, "I don't have to do anything today. You can rest at home. Look at your appearance, your eyes are black and so tired. If you continue like this, can you bear it?"

"That's not OK! No!" Yang Xiuxiu was extremely anxious: "I still have to turn the ground. If I don't turn the ground, it may be too late next year."

He insisted on working and planning for the next year. Yang Xiuxiu was very determined. Wu Ji's domineeringness was useless. After cooking some porridge, Yang Xiuxiu was so anxious that she almost cried. Wu Ji had to agree to her to turn the ground. Wu Ji originally wanted to go with her, but Yang Xiuxiu disagreed and could only stay at home and enjoy special treatment.

The frost in the morning was very heavy, and at first glance, it was white. Wu Ji didn't dare to stay outside the house, so he could only go back to the house to simmer the fire.

It is boring to death when you are alone. There is no TV or Internet in this world, and the days of staying alone are particularly boring. Wu Ji couldn't stay there anymore, so he went to read out Wu Xiucai's books, which were all Confucian classics, the Four Books and Five Classics, etc. When he saw it, he was overwhelmed and wanted to throw them into the fire.

"Brother Ji, are you here?" A tender voice sounded.

"Is it Wu Jian? Come in! Come in!" Finally someone came, and Wu Ji was excited.

The door panel creaked, and a half-aged child, who was fourteen or fifteen years old, came in. He was holding a bowl in his hand. There was dried meat in the bowl, which emitted a scent of meat. Wu Ji couldn't help but sucked the fragrance and swallowed his saliva.

I don’t know how long Wu Xiucai hadn’t eaten meat before, which made Wu Ji want to eat it when he smelled the aroma of meat: “It’s so fragrant! It’s so fragrant!”

"Brother Ji, this is some yellow deer meat. Dad said that they will go up the mountain to hunt, eat some meat, and have the strength to hunt the bear." The boy is Wu Qing's youngest son, named Wu Jian, and Wu Ji's cousin: "Dad said Ji needs to nourish his body, so you can eat this meat first. When Dad hunts the bear, he will give it to you a large piece."

"Yeah!" Wu Ji couldn't help it anymore. He grabbed a piece of deer meat, stuffed it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. He felt that the fragrance was beyond words. This was the most fragrant meat he had eaten in his two lives.

After eating two more pieces, Wu Ji stretched out his right hand and shrank back. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, forcing himself to turn his head and not look at the meat. He thought that Yang Xiuxiu was growing and needed meat even more. Yang Xiuxiu took care of him so hard that if she ate alone, she would be no longer a human.

"Hehe!" Wu Jian looked at Wu Ji's greedy look and couldn't help but feel funny.

"Uncle San and his friends are leaving to hunt bears?" Wu Ji hurriedly changed his words to avoid being greedy.

"Let's go! I left just dawn!" Wu Jian nodded and replied.

"Wu Jian, are you literate? If you don't know, I'll teach you." Wu Ji didn't want to stay in the house alone, that would be too boring. If Wu Jian talks with him, it would be a relief. Teaching him literacy is just an excuse.

"Okay! OK! Brother Ji, I just want to ask you to teach me how to read." Wu Jian didn't listen, but when he heard this, he jumped up excitedly: "I want to be like Brother Ji, who reads more and reads more. It's better to become a scholar and become a big shot in Wujiazhuang. Anyone respects me wherever he goes. Oh, Brother Ji, I can recognize a few words, and I can write the characters."

He spoke very excitedly, his eyes shining, as if he was happy to discover a new world. Reading is a luxury in this era, and it is impossible to be happy if Wu Jian is not happy.

"You can recognize the characters of herringbone? We don't need to write them, we have to use the characters of herringbone. You can put them out." Wu Ji decided to look at Wu Jian's reaction ability and asked a small problem.

"Type words?" Wu Jian's eyes flashed with confusion, and then a strange light flashed. He spread his legs apart with excitement, his hands drooped, and he put on a human word: "Brother Ji, do you think this is like a human word?"

"No, not bad! That's it!" Wu Ji praised Wu Jian's quick response and asked, "Can you put big words?"

"Big characters?" Wu Jian pondered, stunned for a while, as if he had some clarity, and raised his hands flat: "Brother Ji, is this a big character?"

"Not bad, very good!" Wu Ji nodded and praised, and asked again: "How can you do it?"

"Tai word? I remember one thing, where can I find a little?" Wu Jian thought with his neck tilted.

"This is easy to find. If you take off your pants, you will have it." Wu Ji was on a whim and wanted to tease Wu Jian a little.

"Take off your pants?" Wu Jian was a smart man. He was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted, blushing and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Brother Ji, why are you so bad? You were not so bad before! You never say these things!"

Such a vivid teaching method is not needed, is it called rigid? Wu Ji whispered his heart, and pretended to be serious: "Wu Jian, can you put it into words?"

"Is it a word? No." Wu Jian was very regretful.

"It's just like the word "Zhi"." The difference between the word "Zhi" and the word "Han" is the crooked neck. Wu Ji's metaphor is very vivid. Wu Jian's eyes are shining again, and he was so excited that he praised Wu Ji: "Brother Ji, you are much better than before. In the past, you taught me to read, but you could only write, but you couldn't put it on. Now, I won't forget it anymore."

If you can still forget such a vivid teaching method, then your memory will definitely be given to the dog.

Wu Ji continued to teach and found that Wu Jian had a good memory and quick reactions. One of them taught the image and the other learned quickly, and he didn't know how time passed.

"Quick! Quick!" As the righteous teaching came, a shout came from the village, and there were a large number of people.

"Dad is back!" Wu Jian suddenly lost interest in reading and literacy, and jumped up excitedly: "Brother Ji, let's go and divide the bear meat!"

"Okay!" Wu Qing promised to give Wu Ji a large piece of bear meat. With Wu Ji's status as a big shot in the village, it was not a problem to get a large piece of bear meat. Wu Ji had been looking forward to it for a long time and agreed happily.

Wu Jian pulled Wu Ji and ran straight to the village. After running dozens of steps, Wu Ji was panting and panting. Looking at Wu Jian, it was like nothing happened. It was Wu Jian who pulled Wu Ji, otherwise Wu Ji would have been unable to run long ago.

"Woooooo!"

A sad cry came.

"It's Wu Qiang's sister. How could she cry?" Wu Jian was very surprised. When the bear hunting came back, everyone got together to share the flesh. It should be happy. Why did he cry?

"Woooo!" Another cry came, and Wu Ji's heart was thrilled. Did something happen?

Wu Jian also felt something was wrong and pulled Wu Ji to speed up his pace.
Chapter completed!