"This young master looks very unfamiliar!" Yu Qingyou asked puzzledly as he looked at Wu Chen who was traveling with Ye Maochun.
"Brother Qingyou, this young master is an ascetic monk who just came out of the temple to gain experience. He wants to go to the Bald Mountain in our village to practice asceticism because of his reputation." Before Wu Chen could say anything, Ye Maochun had already told him what he had imagined.
Wu Chen: ...
"I see. You're so young, yet you've chosen to practice asceticism. It's really not easy."
Yu Qing looked at Wu Chen with a little sympathy. It was a pity that such a handsome man had to become an ascetic monk!
Wu Chen: ...
"Isn't it? Living in a leaky shack, eating only weeds, gnawing on tree bark, and drinking dew for three meals a day, and having to endure the pain of mosquito bites, it's really pitiful!"
Ye Maochun looked at Wuchen with a hint of heartache. This child didn't look much older than his own Qingcheng, yet he had to endure so much hardship. Or...why not just persuade him to return to secular life?
Moreover, Ye Maochun secretly admired how handsome this little monk was. But why did he seem more and more familiar the more he looked at him? He actually looked somewhat similar to his own doctor, Lang Mulige. Could they be long-lost brothers?
Wu Chen: ...
"Come on up! Although you want to practice hard, it doesn't matter if you do it for a while." After Ye Maochun got on the ox cart, Yu Qingyou also shouted to Wu Chen.
Wu Chen: ...
Wu Chen rode the ox cart for free without saying a word, and received a wave of sympathetic looks from everyone on the ox cart.
"I'm talking about the scholar's family. Didn't your Qingcheng build a big house? Why are you two still living in this old house at the village entrance? Everyone in Huaqiao Village knows that Hua Qingcheng's family has sheep, cows, and even horses. They are rich enough to afford servants, not only a housekeeper, but also servants. What's the matter? She only cares about herself and doesn't care about your mother. She even asked you to come all the way to the town in an ox cart to buy things in person?"
Wu Chen, who was sitting to Ye Maochun's left, glanced at the speaker. He was wearing a royal blue, narrow-sleeved shirt with a slanted collar and gray trousers. His broad, square face was adorned with a pair of small, green eyes, which made him look a bit funny. He had a flat nose, thick lips, a slightly sallow complexion, and his dry, withered hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin.
This man was none other than Wu Dasheng, the husband of Hua Youcai, Hua Qingcheng's sworn enemy. Seeing his wife's former cronies prospering in the village, while his own wife remained as muddle-headed as ever, even as their family's financial struggles grew tighter, Hua Youcai grew increasingly unbalanced. His jealousy of Mu Lige's beauty had expanded to include envy of Hua Qingcheng's family, and his words were filled with sarcasm and ridicule.
"Wu Dasheng, since you've married into our Huaqiao Village, Brother Maochun is at least your elder. You're so rude! Besides, Qingcheng is very filial. She often asks her husband to send food and clothes to Brother Maochun and his wife."
"Besides, Rongsheng is the only scholar in our area, and he's also a teacher. He still needs to teach students in a private school. His house at the village entrance is not long old and is in good condition! As for whether he has pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, dogs, or horses at home, what business is it of yours? Even the emperor has to go on incognito tours. Brother Maochun is tired of being served by the servants at home, so why not come out for a stroll on your own?"
Dare to talk about his daughter? Just when Ye Maochun was about to explode, Yao Dayong, who was sitting to his right, had already restrained him and started a verbal attack on his behalf. Others didn't know, but as a good friend of Ye Maochun's, Yao Dayong naturally knew that Ye Maochun was pregnant again. This pregnant husband couldn't be angry.
“You…he…”
Wu Dasheng was suddenly speechless.
"What's with all the you, me, and him? We are all your elders, and you don't even call me uncle. That's outrageous. No wonder Hua Youcai has never achieved anything. It turns out he married a bad husband. Unlike Mu Lige, who is not only good-looking, but also virtuous and capable. Qingcheng has also been brought up by him."
After all, Yao Dayong has been eating rice for 10 or 20 years longer than Wu Dasheng. The older he is, the wiser he is. Every word he said was heart-wrenching, and Wu Dasheng was instantly beaten to pieces by him.
Wu Chen: ...
(The men in this country of women are really good at talking!)
"Young Master, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you! Some people just can't stand seeing those around them living better than themselves. However, their ambitions are as high as the sky, but their lives are as fragile as paper. Instead of worrying about other people's family affairs, you might as well be diligent and live your own life well." Yao Dayong started chatting with Wu Chen very familiarly.
Wu Chen: ...
"Little Master, don't listen to Wu Dasheng's nonsense. My Qingcheng is really nice. She..."
Ye Maochun then took Wuchen's hand and started talking about how Hua Qingcheng wet her pants when she was five years old...
Wu Chen: ...
(What kind of naughty kid is this? He's always fighting and playing pranks, and he wets his pants at the age of five?)
Yu Qingyou drove the ox cart slowly and steadily along a country road with rice fields on both sides. Although it was a bit hot under the scorching sun, the autumn breeze was refreshing and pleasant, bringing the fragrance of soil from time to time.
Ye Maochun and Yao Dayong had endless topics to talk about. As for Wu Chen, he didn't say a word the whole time, acting as a tree hole for Yao Dayong and Ye Maochun, who had a strong desire to talk.
"Little Master, isn't that right? My Qingcheng is not only beautiful, but also very filial and sensible. She's a good child, right?"
Ye Maochun, who had been holding Wu Chen's hand and talking for a quarter of an hour, looked at Wu Chen with anticipation.
Wu Chen: ...
"I knew you thought the same thing. It's a pity that you've already become a monk, otherwise you might also like my Qingcheng. Amitabha! Sin! Sin!"
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