Chapter 2 I'll Be Your Live-in Husband Lin Qing'an watched helplessly...
Lin Qing'an watched as Chen Gengnian's slightly pale ear tips gradually turned crimson, and fearing he might refuse, she continued, "I can have your children!"
Chen Gengnian, having regained his footing, slumped heavily against the apricot tree trunk with a thud, causing countless apricot blossoms to fall from the branches.
I must say, the falling blossoms have a unique charm.
Chen Gengnian composed himself and looked intently at the person in front of him, as if it were a recurring scene from several years ago.
His mother once asked a matchmaker to introduce him to a girl, but she disliked him because of his limp and said some unpleasant things. At the time, he didn't blame anyone because the matchmaker had concealed the truth.
Lin Qing'an happened to be passing by at the time and shooed the man away in a fierce manner. Chen Gengnian was very grateful to him, but that was all. He would never touch someone as good-looking and with such a good background as Lin Qing'an.
She never imagined that one day she would marry him and have children.
Although Lin Qing'an had helped him before, he was always very self-aware. He was lame and had no land, so the young men and women in the village kept their distance from him. They especially kept their distance from handsome young men like Lin Qing'an. He repaid kindness with kindness and had no other interaction with him.
He never expected Lin Qingan to say those words to him today.
Seeing the hesitation on his face, Lin Qing'an immediately pressed on, throwing out more bait: "How about having lots of children?"
This wasn't a lie; he actually wasn't very opposed to having children. On the contrary, he was somewhat looking forward to it, and he would be quite willing to have children if he met the right person.
Give birth to him and raise him well, so that he can become a child who is loved and happy by his parents.
Isn't this a way of making up for some regrets?
Lin Qing'an's eyes blinked like a butterfly among rapeseed flowers, and Chen Gengnian's heart began to pound uncontrollably.
After what happened that year, he no longer wanted to get married. However, at the end of last year, his mother asked someone to introduce him to a young man. After meeting him, the young man didn't say anything, so they quickly got engaged and planned to get married in the middle of next month.
But as the date drew near, the young man suddenly changed his mind and refused to do it.
There was nothing he could do; he never forced anyone to do anything against their will, so he had no choice but to call off the engagement.
After that, his mother was depressed all day long, thinking about his marriage.
But this marriage into the family...
Chen Gengnian looked at the interesting person in front of him and fell into deep thought.
Lin Qing'an waited for a long, long time, but Chen Gengnian did not reply. The few people in the village were still watching the show, and the village chief was still waiting. Lin Qing'an did not feel ashamed. Even if Chen Gengnian really did not agree, it didn't matter to him. After all, this was all the sincerity he could offer.
The village chief earnestly advised Lin Qing'an: "Qing'er, if the young man is unwilling, you shouldn't ask anymore. Since ancient times, forced marriages have never been sweet. I'll spread the word for you tomorrow and see if anyone from the neighboring village comes to take a look."
Lin Qing'an was displeased upon hearing this. What do you mean by "a forced melon is not sweet"? Which melon growing on the vine willingly gets twisted off? Aren't they all sweet?
However, Lin Qingan also felt that it might be better to give up. What if she forced him to agree and then became abusive towards him...?
The thought of Chen Gengnian carrying a chick made Lin Qingan shudder.
I was just about to say forget it, but before I could even say it, a deep, pleasant voice suddenly brushed past my ear.
"Okay! I'll be your live-in husband."
Chen Gengnian figured it out. Anyway, no one would marry him. So what if he was a live-in husband? Compared to those who had looked down on him before, at least this person in front of him didn't mind that he was lame.
Moreover, I also find him quite interesting.
Lin Qingan hadn't even realized what the other person was saying when his earlobe went limp.
Seeing that Lin Qing'an was standing there dumbfounded, the village chief quickly patted him on the shoulder: "What are you staring at? The young man agreed!"
"Huh?" Lin Qingan finally realized what was happening. When he looked up at Chen Gengnian, he met his thoughtful eyes. But before he could investigate, and to prevent the other from going back on his word, he grabbed the other's hands and said, "You can't go back on your word."
Chen Gengnian tried to pull his hand away, but Lin Qingan's grip was so tight that he couldn't use too much force. He could only manage a forced smile and nod, "Yes, I won't."
The villagers watching the play were all utterly astonished.
But what happened next was even more incredible.
Lin Qing'an tiptoed closer to Chen Gengnian and planted a kiss on Chen Gengnian's chin. This unexpected kiss left Chen Gengnian completely petrified.
The village chief, who was closest to the village and half-buried in the ground, had never seen such an enlightened scene before. His face flushed red, and he turned away and walked a long way: he was too ashamed to look.
The villagers all gaped open in astonishment.
Zhang Cuiping and Zhou Caixia cursed them for being shameless, while Lin Yongxin and Lin Yongwu were so angry that their noses and eyes scrunched up.
He angrily cursed, "You indecent wretch!"
Lin Qing'an automatically adjusted his peripheral vision, ignoring everyone else, and released Chen Gengnian's hand, saying, "Then tomorrow we will go with the village chief to find the village head. I'll bring some gifts to your house this afternoon to explain things to your aunt."
At this point, Lin Qingan suddenly thought of something and asked, "Auntie can't possibly disagree, can she?"
After asking the question, I realized it was a pointless question. Even in modern times, many parents would disagree with their sons becoming live-in sons-in-law, let alone in this feudal ancient era.
“You don’t need to go. I’ll talk to my mother. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow morning.” Chen Gengnian tried hard to control his trembling voice.
Having made the agreement, the villagers who had watched the play all returned to their homes, leaving only Chen Gengnian, the village chief, Lin Yongwu, and others in Lin Qing'an's courtyard.
The village chief wanted to hand over the pension to Lin Qing'an's father, but Zhou Caixia and Zhang Cuiping refused.
"No way! This isn't even a done deal yet, why should we give him the money!"
"Exactly, who knows if he's just trying to scam me out of those ten taels of silver!"
"Whatever happens, it's my business. I'm happy if I get scammed, and it's none of your concern if I don't!"
"Please!" Lin Qing'an gestured towards the courtyard gate, then said in a cold voice, "Second Uncle, Second Aunt, Third Uncle, Third Aunt, please don't come to my house unless it's absolutely necessary. If there's anything, I'll ask my husband for help. You don't need to worry about me."
Lin Yanfeng quickly stepped forward and opened the courtyard gate to its widest extent.
"You, you, you..."
Lin Yongwu, the second son of the Lin family, was so angry that his liver hurt. His fingers trembled.
"Alright!" The village chief spoke up at the right moment to prevent another chaotic commotion. He said to the two Lin brothers with a cold brow, "Qing'er has already made up his mind, so let him be! As an elder, you should help the newlywed couple more in your daily lives. After all, you are all family."
Zhang Cuiping was about to speak when the village chief cut her off again.
"Go back, go back, you've all been tired all morning, go home and rest."
Before they could even speak, the village chief pushed Lin Yongwu and Lin Yongxin out of the courtyard.
Seeing that their husbands had left, the two women naturally didn't dare to disrespect the village chief. They glared fiercely at Lin Qing'an and Chen Gengnian before storming off.
After a morning of commotion, the yard finally quieted down.
“I’m leaving too,” Chen Gengnian said.
Lin Qingan nodded and said very naturally, "I'll be waiting for you at home tomorrow."
Lin Qing'an smiled faintly, but Chen Gengnian only glanced at her before hurriedly looking away, nodding quickly, and walking out.
"Take care, Brother."
Just as he was leaving, Lin Yanfeng's words almost tripped him up with his limp.
Seeing him in such a disheveled state, Lin Qing'an couldn't suppress the slight upturn of her lips, which grew higher and higher.
Chen Gengnian didn't utter a sound and walked quickly, soon disappearing from sight.
Although he was lame, he moved with remarkable agility, in no way inferior to the other healthy men in the village.
After Chen Gengnian left, Lin Yanfeng closed the courtyard gate and bolted it. When he turned around, Lin Qing'an saw that his eyes were red again.
"What's wrong?" Lin Qing'an stepped forward and roughly ruffled his hair, asking.
"No..." Lin Yanfeng tried hard to hold back his tears, and his thick nasal voice made Lin Qing'an feel very uncomfortable.
Even if he didn't say it, Lin Qing'an could probably guess that he would need some time to accept the loss of his parents. Thinking of this, Lin Qing'an's expression gradually became sorrowful.
He raised his hand and wiped away the tears that Lin Yanfeng couldn't hold back, assuring her, "Now that your parents are gone, I'll be your support. Don't worry, I'll make sure you have enough to eat. Just focus on your studies, and leave everything else to me."
Lin Yanfeng shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, I'm not going to study anymore. I'll work with you, and we'll run this family together. If you don't want to get married, then don't. I'll be sensible..."
In fact, Lin Yanfeng herself knew that this was impossible. If her brother didn't marry, they would be forced to separate.
However, he really didn't want his brother to sacrifice too much.
Lin Qing'an pressed his hands tightly against Lin Yanfeng's shoulders and said very seriously, "Study! You must study! Study hard and become the top scholar in the imperial examination. Then your brother and parents will be proud of you, and your brother can live a good life."
"Besides, the husband I found for you is great, and I like him a lot too, so don't overthink it!"
Lin Yanfeng had nothing to say, he just kept nodding, and secretly vowed in his heart that he would become a high-ranking official in the future, so that his brother could wear fine clothes and the most precious hairpins.
"Go back inside and rest. If you don't rest your eyes, they'll probably go blind. If they go blind, they won't be able to study."
Lin Qing'an was threatening people, and Lin Yanfeng didn't refute it. He was indeed very tired, and his brother was also tired. They should take a rest.
The Lin family's house was quite large. Although it was a thatched house, it was designed in a relatively neat manner because Lin Qing'an's father was a bricklayer.
The main hall has sleeping rooms on both sides, and the backyard is a poultry yard enclosed by a fence. At the front are kitchens that combine cooking and firewood burning, and on the other side are smaller side rooms for storing crops and farm tools.
Lin Qing'an and Lin Yanfeng shared a room, but since one was a boy and the other a man, Lin's father cleverly used bamboo to weave several pieces to enclose their beds, thus creating two private spaces.
Back in their room, Lin Yanfeng and Lin Qing'an lay down on their own beds without saying a word to each other, as if they were truly asleep.
Lin Qing'an looked at the bamboo fence in front of him, and the wound on his forehead began to ache again. A wave of sorrow welled up in his heart.
He kept sighing with emotion.
What exactly is fairness in this world?
In his previous life, he was abandoned by his biological parents on the roadside right after he was born. His elderly grandmother found him and fed him goat milk. He couldn't bear to see his grandmother continue to work so hard, so he dropped out of school early to go out and work. A few years later, his grandmother passed away, and his uncles divided the house among themselves, leaving him without a home.
He had worked hard for half his life, and just when he was about to live a peaceful life, he died unexpectedly.
If you're dead, you're dead, but then you suddenly end up in this place...
I hope God will grant him a better life in his next life, so he won't suffer so much.
well!
Lin Qing'an sighed deeply, his throat extremely bitter. He wondered if the original owner of this body had also transmigrated, or if they had simply swapped bodies.
As Lin Qing'an was thinking, his eyelids began to droop, and as soon as he closed his eyes, a gust of air swept him away.
Before Lin Qing'an could even cry out in fear, she was put down, and only when her feet touched the hard floor did she slowly open her eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak properly.
The first thing I felt was the cool temperature, and the whole space was bathed in a faint purple light. At first glance, all I could see were familiar objects.
The entire wall was filled with grains—rice and corn that I had brought in during the autumn harvest—along with some fruits and vegetables, as well as some rare stones and miscellaneous household items that my master and I had stored away.
Lin Qingan's eyes widened in disbelief.
"This...this...isn't this the magic bag that Master gave me?!"
"Am I dreaming?"
Without hesitation, Lin Qingan grabbed the inner thigh.
Ouch! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...
The excruciating pain made him grimace.
To confirm whether it was a dream or reality, Lin Qing'an first ran to the grain section and grabbed a handful of rice from an open bag. The grains were plump and translucent. He then popped a few into his mouth and chewed, the aroma of the rice instantly filling his taste buds. Afterward, he ran to the meat section, where there was a huge freezer. When he opened it, it was filled with meat—chicken, duck, fish, rabbit, and everything else imaginable. Next to the freezer hung a whole row of cured meats.
In addition to food, there are also sugary drinks and various snacks.
All of these were things that he and his master had stockpiled in the treasure bag. Because they lived deep in the mountains, they would have to buy two years' worth of food every time they went down the mountain. The temperature of the treasure bag would be adjusted according to the food, so even if they took it out to eat two years later, it would still be very fresh.
Lin Qing'an was relieved that only half a month had passed since the supply was replenished. His master knew that he was about to undergo a tribulation, so he took him down the mountain in advance to stock up on food.
Only then did Lin Qing'an fully realize that this was not a dream.
Not only did I travel through time, but I also brought my magic bag with me!
Lin Qingan was so happy he couldn't stop smiling. He walked to the refrigerator, opened a can of soda, and gulped it down.
The carbon dioxide from the soda danced wildly on Lin Qing'an's tongue, making him feel incredibly happy.
Iced soda is so refreshing!
As soon as Lin Qing'an turned around, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that a bottle had inexplicably appeared in the empty space in the refrigerator that he had just taken away.
Lin Qing'an: ? ? ? What the hell?
He thought he was seeing things, so he took out another jar.
I stared at it for a while, but it was still empty.
He thought about it carefully and realized he hadn't misread it, so he opened his Coke and started drinking while staring at that spot.
call out!
Suddenly another bottle was refilled there!
Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!
Lin Qingan was excited as traditional Chinese arts filled the air.
This treasure bag can automatically replenish lost resources!
He was a little skeptical, so he took another bag of potato chips to test it out. Sure enough, after he tore open the bag and ate two chips, the spot would be covered up again.
Lin Qingan was overjoyed.
I'll never have to worry about going hungry again.
They live in the mountains year-round, where they have everything they need, including rice, flour, cooking oil, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. They also have snacks and a lot of dried vegetables that can be stored for a long time.
Items like dried bean curd sticks, tofu skin, wood ear mushrooms, peanuts, melon seeds, eggs, and vermicelli are plentiful.
With tears welling up in her eyes, Lin Qing'an clasped her hands together and bowed in one direction: "Master, you're worried about me, aren't you? Don't worry, Master, I will live well. You can watch over me from heaven!"
"Hiccup~"
After being moved, the overly excited person drank two cans of soda and ate a large bag of potato chips before letting out a burp.
He began to wonder if the world outside the door bag was the same as before. If so, wouldn't he be able to travel back and forth between the two worlds?
Thinking about it, I started looking around for an exit, but when I saw it, I gave up my idea of going through both sides.
Because it was filled with purple light, it was so boundless that the edge could not be seen at all.
He used to chant spells to enter and exit without ever looking inside to see how big or wide it was. Now he realizes that this treasure bag is truly enormous.
After Lin Qing'an's thought was cut off, a new idea popped up.
I don't know if I can take these things out of the country.
So he began his inspection, and finally decided to go to the dried goods section to get some wood ear mushrooms, thinking that he could make them into a dish, and if Lin Yanfeng asked, he could easily give an excuse.
But just as he was about to walk toward the dried vegetables section, he saw the faint sound of running water coming from behind the shelves.
Lin Qing'an curiously walked around the shelf and saw a hot spring with steam rising from it. The mist mixed with a purple halo spread across the surface of the spring, making it look like a fairyland.
A note from the author:
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The entire text makes no references to any history or dynasty; it is entirely based on imagination and whatever comes to mind.
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