Chapter 18 Poor Old Wife VS Scholarly Husband (1)
The candlelight flickered in the dimness, and the old woman stood under the lamp, her face full of sorrow.
"Why are you here?" In the empty hall, the voice was distant, and it was difficult to distinguish between sadness and joy.
"I am a member of the Li family, and my former husband was Chen Yushi, the most knowledgeable man in the dynasty." The old woman was a little embarrassed when she said the word "former". "I came here today to ask the immortal for something."
"What exactly?" The candlelight flickered for a moment, and a black shadow stood in front of the old woman.
The old woman shuddered for a moment, not daring to look up at the shadow, but still said with a trembling voice: "I want to reconcile with my ex-husband and love him forever."
A book appeared out of thin air in the shadow's hand, and he flipped through a few pages and said: "At the beginning, you despised Chen Yushi for being useless, so you took the initiative to divorce and marry someone else. Now that you see that he is in a high position and has luxury cars, you want to go back to enjoy the good life. There is no such reason in the world."
"I know it's unreasonable, but when I married him, I was also a young girl. He also promised that one day he would become famous and let me live a rich life. I have been grinding with him for more than 30 years, and I have been waiting for more than 30 years. I really think of divorce because I can't see a way out. But I never thought that less than three years after divorcing him, he became the most powerful minister of the dynasty. There has never been a day that I didn't regret it." The old woman wiped her eyes with her rough hands.
For more than 30 years, there has been no day that was not hard. Just because of her momentary impulse, she ruined her wealthy life for the rest of her life.
"Do you know that if you want to change your fate, you have to pay a corresponding reward."
The old woman saw the black shadow gradually approaching her, and her voice trembled, "If I can be with my husband again, I will pay anything."
"Really anything?" The thick black wrapped around her throat, and she felt as if she was about to suffocate.
"Anything." The old woman's throat was stuck, but she still made a difficult sound.
She was really unwilling to accept it. Why did she work hard all her life and have nothing? She was in vain to make wedding clothes for others.
"Forget it, forget it, I will accept your reward." The black shadow waved his hands above her head and disappeared on the spot.
Fu Liansheng, who was standing in the dark, took the reward [selfish] and shook his head constantly. Shi Yi, this child, is now starting to scare guests.
The candlelight in the hall was swaying slowly and suddenly went out. Looking closely at the hall again, there was no old woman or black shadow.
"Chen Yushi, what do you mutter in your mouth when you chop wood every day?!" The woodcutters who were with him squatted in the shade on the ground in groups of two or three, holding grass sprouts in their mouths and mocking him.
On weekdays, they were very annoyed with him. Every day they kept muttering things they didn't understand, which was very boring. Therefore, they formed a habit, that is, they always liked to tease him no matter what.
Even the children in the village learned from the adults at home, making faces, spitting, throwing stones at him, in short, how to humiliate people.
Chen Yushi glanced at them, ignored them, and continued to mutter about himself.
He never expected others to understand him. Instead, he thought of his old wife at home. Recently, she has become more and more disdainful of him. She is always finding fault with him at home, and she is also very close to the butcher Zhu Dayuan from the next village.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He learned from the woodcutters who were with him, pulled a grass sprout from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it non-stop.
"Chen Yushi, why don't you continue to talk? We are still waiting to hear you." An older woodcutter in the corner looked at him who was obviously upset and continued to make fun of him.
"That's right, Chen Yushi, you should talk more. Your old wife might be flirting with Zhu Dayuan, the butcher from the next village." The other woodcutters also took the opportunity to continue to tease him.
Chen Yushi frowned, picked up the firewood on his shoulders, and walked down the mountain.
"Keep talking..."
"Keep going..."
"We are still waiting to hear you..."
"That's right, talk more, let us get some bookish air..."
The woodcutters were still making fun of him.
Chen Yushi was too lazy to pay attention, so he simply opened his voice and sang loudly something that others couldn't understand, leaving the group of villagers behind him far behind, "The wind rises and the clouds fly, and the power is spread across the country and I return to my hometown..."
"Oh, look, he is getting excited." The woodcutters stood up in twos and threes, scolded him together, and carried the firewood down the mountain.
"You're back." Chen Yushi frowned when he heard his wife's voice, and was about to go back to his thatched study.
He didn't want to listen to her scolding, nor did he want to argue with her.
"Why are you running away?" Shi Yi walked towards him with a ball of black cakes, "The Cold Food Festival (now Qingming Festival) is coming, and it's time to go and sweep the graves of our ancestors."
Chen Yushi stopped and looked at his wife in surprise, "Are you going together this year?"
He remembered that he had a fierce quarrel with his wife on the Cold Food Festival last year, and he was kicked out of the house and almost wrote a divorce letter, so he went to the mountains to sweep the graves of his ancestors alone on the Cold Food Festival that year.
"Do you want to divorce me this year and not let me go with you?" Shi Yi glared at him fiercely, seemingly fierce, but the movement of her hands revealed her true thoughts. She stuffed the plate in her hand into his arms, "Eat it while it's hot, the grass dumplings will not taste good when they are cold."
The grass dumplings were mixed with Qingming grass. She spent a lot of effort to make the grass dumplings.
"My old wife is still the best." Chen Yushi hadn't felt the tenderness of his old wife for a long time. He picked up a grass dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth. It felt very unreal.
He remembered the last time he ate grass dumplings, it was when they were newly married. The wife at that time and the wife now... are completely different.
He suddenly couldn't swallow the grass dumpling in his mouth.
"A few days ago, I went to the butcher Zhu Dayuan in the next village to do some odd jobs. I weighed some broken bones for you. After reading the book, you have to come over to drink soup. Don't wait for me to serve you. This pile of work at home is enough to keep me busy." Shi Yi knew that the road to whitewashing was long, pretending not to see the change in his expression, turned around and went into the kitchen made of wooden doors, leaving Chen Yushi standing there, thinking about a lot of things.
It turned out that the relationship between his wife and Zhu Dayuan from the next village was not what he had imagined. He even claimed that he was a scholar and different from other woodcutters. Chen Yushi blushed and began to feel ashamed of his previous thoughts.
Because of his wife's rare thoughtfulness, Chen Yushi read more attentively tonight, and even sang louder when he was excited. He felt that there would never be a more joyful moment than now.
(End of this chapter)
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