Chapter 4: Her husband, except for his weakness, is good in every way. Her husband, except for...
At that time, the red sun was setting in the west.
Fiery light shone through the gaps in the gray and white cumulus clouds and fell all over the capital.
The warm sky spread out and poured all over the ground, the color inexplicably softened, like the smiling face of a kind elder, gently embracing the pedestrians rushing home.
Zhang Min went to the restaurant to buy food and asked the chef to bring two light and refreshing side dishes, two less greasy meat dishes, a small plate of cloud cake, and a bowl of thick porridge.
He was handsome and came twice. The fat and white owner of the restaurant enthusiastically gave him two fruits.
Zhang Min, who had always been hit by fruits, was very surprised. He thanked the other party and accepted it calmly. He only asked if the other party could make some fish soup noodles early the next morning so that his wife could change her taste.
He always eats chicken and mutton, and he is afraid of the sweet and greasy taste, so his appetite has decreased greatly.
The fat white shopkeeper had a face like Maitreya Buddha and said yes repeatedly, asking him to come and get it tomorrow.
"Thank you very much."
Zhang Min picked up the lunch box and went back.
The restaurant was only two or three miles away from the house, not far, and he quickly returned to the door.
only--
The door was ajar, and someone's voice could be heard faintly.
His eyes instantly filled with murderous intent. Then, remembering the presence of the secret guards and the lack of warning from the others, he lowered his eyes, composed himself, and put on a gentle smile again before pushing the door open.
"Tiantian, I'm back."
Ye Jindian was standing in the corridor, directing her neighbor who was standing on a stool: "Yes, hang it here."
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Zhang Min: "My husband is back."
Even though this was not the first time he heard the word "husband", he still felt a little elated.
"Ahem." Zhang Min suppressed the corner of his mouth, then looked up at the tall and strong neighbor who had helped him fetch water and buy food. His eyes darkened for a moment, then a gentle smile replaced them. "Madam, what is he doing?"
Ye Jindian adjusted the slightly tilted windproof headband on her head and said, "Maybe the yard is a little old. When I woke up in the afternoon and opened the window, the hinge fell out..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Min became anxious: "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
His eyes scanned her hands and face.
Ye Jindian waved her hand: "I'm fine." She continued to explain the reason, "The window slid outwards and hit a rock and broke. The noise was so loud that it alarmed Wu Langjun next door, so I asked him to help replace the window."
By the way, replace the lanterns that are black inside and white outside.
The neighbor jumped off the stool and dusted his hands. "It's all right now. If anything goes wrong, Madam Ye, just call me. I'm a carpenter, planing wood in the yard every day, so I'll definitely hear you call."
Zhang Min gritted his teeth secretly.
Bah, although this man is a carpenter, he rarely does his job properly. He goes out to drink and have fun at night, and takes it out on his wife whenever he is unhappy.
It’s not a good thing at all!
He took advantage of Tiantian's memory loss, forgetting who he was, and turned his back on her. He'd drunkenly stopped Tiantian in a dark alley and tried to tease her, but she'd slapped him twice. He didn't know if it was out of revenge or a lingering desire for revenge.
Whatever the case, it seems the other party hasn't learned enough of the lesson.
He sent the man away with a grateful smile on his face, thinking, I will let Luoying prepare the sack tonight.
If this person is not beaten, he will be unhappy.
During the meal, Zhang Min tentatively said, "How about we move to another house?"
Ye Jindian was surprised: "Why do you want to change houses when everything is fine? I heard from the ladies who come and go that the prices in the capital are very high. We have to save the money that my mother left for us."
Zhang Min wanted to say that he was rich.
"Besides." Ye Jindian handed him a piece of tender, sauce-covered meat. "How can you, a teacher, get so much money?"
Zhang Min: He? Teacher? Who made up this identity for him? Aunt Wan?
If it was written by Aunt Wan, it would be difficult to refute.
He could only accept this identity in silence.
Ye Jindian swallowed a mouthful of porridge and said, "After the acupuncture is finished in a few days, we won't have to take medicine every day. We have to cook the stove ourselves to save some money. If we want to live a good life, we need to make careful plans."
She was blabbering on and on about how they should live their daily life. Zhang Min held the bowl and listened, almost forgetting to drink the porridge, and kept grinning foolishly.
My wife said that the two of them should live a good life.
The secret guard on the roof: "..."
At this moment, the Prime Minister looked like a big pile at the entrance of the village.
Oh, Dazhuan is a stupid idiot with a burnt brain.
After a short walk after dinner, Ye Jindian was breathing heavily again and her eyes were blurry.
Zhang Min asked her to lean on the small couch and rest for a while. He went to boil water and brought it for her to wash so that she could rest earlier.
Ye Jindian nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yeah."
The drooping peach blossom eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, looking hazy and extremely cute.
Zhang Min moved his hands, took the thin blanket on the armchair, shook it open, and gently covered her with it.
Afraid that she would dodge away, he moved very slowly, constantly watching her expression to see if it changed.
The thin blanket fell safely, he raised his hand to close the window, walked lightly to the kitchen, fetched water and poured it into the clean pot.
Luoying climbed in through the window and tactfully helped light the fire. He lowered his voice and said, "Prime Minister, Cang Ying has sent people to investigate. It will probably take another hour or so."
He lit the fire and patted the pile of books next to him.
"I've found the script for you. Is there anything else you need me to do?"
Zhang Min closed the wooden lid, bent down, pulled out a book and flipped through it: "Find a way to buy the yard next door, and you can live there so it will be convenient for passing on orders."
"yes."
The pages of the book flipped through, and a few words caught Zhang Min's eye.
"My wife, my hand hurts so much, please help me."
'My lady, he has wronged me.'
"My dear wife, I know you love me the most, can you please relax a little?"
"What should I do, my lady? Please come and save me. I really can't do it without you..."
…
Zhang Min took a breath of cold air in disdain. "This is about that fellow Xie Zhaoming, right? He's always putting on an act, acting weak, pitiful, and innocent. But in reality, every word he says sounds half-truthful, full of sarcasm. He's like a poisonous snake wrapped around a bamboo. You never know when he'll bite you."
These pale-faced scholars are so hateful.
I don’t know what good things that guy did in his previous life to save the entire dynasty, but he could actually marry a woman like Doctor Lan who is so honest and straightforward, and completely unlike him.
Tsk.
It's like an orchid that is accidentally entangled in smelly feces.
What a pity, what a pity.
Luoying stretched out her hand: "Then I'll throw it away..."
Before his hand even touched the rope, Zhang Min took it away, saying righteously, "I need to take a closer look at what this pale-faced scholar's true face is in private, so that you won't foolishly fall into his trap and be manipulated by him without even realizing it."
He took two steps outside, then turned back and instructed, "By the way, find someone to repair this house for me tomorrow, both inside and out. We can't let what happened today happen again, and frighten my wife."
Luo Ying: “…”
In his opinion, their prime minister's skills in this area are no less impressive.
"yes--"
He drawled out his response.
Zhang Min left the man in the kitchen and left, putting the books in the bamboo bookcase and only taking away the one he had just read.
After walking to the inner corridor, he hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help but turn back to look at Ye Jindian in her room.
Before the door was opened, I heard the other person inside getting out of bed and bumping into something, followed by a gasp.
"Tiantian?" He casually put the book in his lower back and placed his palms on the door. "What's wrong? Can I come in?"
Ye Jindian subconsciously replied: "Come in."
The door was pushed open with a bang, and a snow-blue shadow came in, half-crouching to look at her: "What's wrong? Where are you hurt?"
Ye Jindian shook her head: "It's nothing, it's just that my mouth was bitter and thirsty, and I couldn't rest well. I wanted to find some water to drink, and I accidentally tripped."
It was just a small bump, no big deal.
Zhang Min was annoyed: "I forgot. I'll buy some sweet snacks tomorrow."
He lived a rough and makeshift life, and A'mei didn't like trouble. No one was used to this, so she didn't think about it for a moment.
as well as--
When leaving the inner room, you have to push the stool back under the table to avoid tripping others.
"It's not that troublesome." Ye Jindian reached for the cup, "Just drink some water."
Zhang Min reached out to take the kettle and touched it: "I'll do it."
The water was still warm, so he pressed his wrist down and poured it into the cup.
Ye Jindian saw his little movements and sighed again. It seemed that her husband, apart from being a little weak, had no bad qualities.
"Here, be careful."
"Thank you very much."
After drinking a glass of warm water, Ye Jindian felt less sleepy and simply turned on the light: "Why don't I go and watch the fire boil some water."
"No need." Zhang Min gently pressed her shoulders with the side of his palm, not letting her get up. "The water is almost ready. I'll bring it to you."
She is a patient and needs to rest more.
If there is anything, just tell him to do it.
He turned and took a step outside when there was a "pop" sound and the notebook that he had hurriedly stuffed into his waist fell to the ground and spread out upwards.
Zhang Min: “!!”
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