Summoning the Mythical Eternal Emperor

Chapter 123 Returning to Hometown in Brocade Clothes and Jade Crown (5)

Xujia Village is not big, with more than 30 households.

They all rely on farming for the families of the elders in Pingtian County to make a living.

As for the elders in Pingtian County, nine out of ten are surnamed Zhang, and the remaining wife is also surnamed Zhang.

Xu Xuan'an's home is at the eastern end of Xujia Village, and there is a clear distance from other homes.

The three thatched houses, surrounded by a low fence wall, were built by Xu Xuanan's wife, Hu Xiaocui, with loads of mud picked up by loads of mud.

Villages in the countryside are not like county towns, they are surrounded by city walls.

If the thatched hut is far away, what kind of bandits may be encountered at night.

but……

This house was built by Hu Xiaocui, and the location was also chosen by her.

She told Xu Xuan'an that the people in the village have never been educated, don't understand you, and don't want to see you, so we should stay away from them.

at this time.

Xu Xuanan was walking from outside.

From a distance across the low wall, he saw the woman wearing the same patch full of waste cloth, resting on a piece of blackened cornbread, pouring cold water fiercely.

The woman held a babbling doll in her arms.

Every time she swallowed hard, she frowned, but when she turned around, she smiled very charmingly and teased the child in her arms.

A grumpy old lady at the west end of the village happened to pass by the low wall, she shook her head and sighed:

"I said, Xiaocui, why are you bothering? A good daughter in the city should not be a daughter, and she ran here to be both a father and a mother to that useless scholar. Are you stupid?"

"His aunt, I don't feel bitter! Also, my husband is not a useless person, he is a scholar, and he is a person who can do great things for the common people!"

Hu Xiaocui looked at the aunt, and responded in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

"Still a scholar, doing big things? He can't even get into Pingtian Zhang's door, how can he do big things? He is a useless person..."

"His aunt, if you talk about my husband-in-law like that, I'm going to lose my face!"

Suddenly, Hu Xiaocui's whole demeanor changed, and she even picked up the hatchet beside her, suddenly stood up holding the baby.

The aunt was so frightened that she walked away cursing.

Xu Xuan'an hid behind an old locust tree, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red, and he sat down slowly against the old locust tree.

He didn't know how many times he had secretly watched this scene.

But his wife, Hu Shi, didn't know it, and always thought that her disguise was very good.

a long time.

Xu Xuan'an finally regained his emotions, and after taking a long breath of relief, he walked towards home with a smile on his face.

Mrs. Hu had already bit her teeth to swallow the blackened cornbread. When she saw Xu Xuan'an, she couldn't help her brows and eyes filled with joy, and she came up to her with her talented child in her arms:

"Msanggong is back. Here, Ping'er, the porridge in the pot is ready. I'll go and serve you father and son."

Xu Xuan'an took over Xu Anping who was in the swaddling baby in a daze, and when the little boy saw his father, he laughed foolishly, waved his little hands, and babbled:

"Father...Father..."

that moment.

Xu Xuan'an's heart completely collapsed. He was almost thirty, and he sat on the ground and wailed like a child.

"Mister... Mr. Mr., what's the matter with you, Mr. Xiang?"

"Sanggong, you... don't scare me!"

Mrs. Hu, who had just filled a bowl of porridge, stood dumbfounded at the door of the thatched cottage, threw the bowl away, and rushed over in panic.

In her memory, Xianggong is weak but strong-hearted, no matter how much pain and grievance he suffers, he will not shed tears.

Xu Xuan'an had indeed never cried.

But at this time, with hazy eyes, he looked at the bowl of white rice porridge on the ground, and Hu Xiaocui, whose skin was rough and dark, and he could no longer see the appearance of a rich man's daughter.

And... and the rough hands that were like dry bark rubbing his face in a panic at the moment.

Xu Xuanan cried even harder.

He has only cried three times in his life.

Once at birth, once at father's burial, and once at mother's burial.

And now, it was Xu Xuanan's fourth cry in 30 years.

"Lady, Mrs.... Mrs. Xiang is useless, Mr. Xiang made you suffer."

"This big man's world is in turmoil. It is impossible for Mr. Xiang to rise to the top all his life. Mr. Xiang is sorry for you..."

Yes.

Xu Xuanan was in despair.

Desperate for this turbid world.

On the ridge of the field, Xu Laosan scolded badly, but he scolded well.

Without a good wife who is hard to find in this world, he, Xu Xuan'an, would have starved to death long ago.

After reading the book for a long time, I didn't develop much ability, but my backbone was smelly and hard.

Back then, when Zhang walked away from the hall, he proudly shouted that our generation did not study well, and that our talents astounded the heavens.

It's been three years since he left, and he has no way to worship an official, and no way to become an official.

Down and out!
Humble!

Back then, they fought wine and wrote poems in the Qiyun Building, but they failed to get money for the wine, but they got a good wife who was a stupid lady who was stupider than everyone else in the world.

The daughter of a wealthy businessman in the good city was wronged, so he wanted to follow him to Xujia Village.

Build mud walls, build thatched huts, plow the fields, and weave cloth.

When Xu Xuanan was reading at night, he picked up the wick, held his chin, and said obsessively:

"One day my husband will be able to surprise Chang'an, ride a high horse, wear a heavenly sword, and go back to his hometown in rich clothes and jade crowns, so that those ignorant villagers who bully and make fun of our husband will stare and open their mouths, and kneel on the ground and kowtow in fright. !"

Xu Xuan'an always thought that he would have this day.

but now.

He was desperate and broke.

He owed too much to this lady who foolishly followed him.

"Sister...Sanggong, what's the matter with you?"

"You... don't scare the lady, don't scare Ping'er, as long as the lady can be with you, she doesn't feel owed anything."

Hu hugged Xu Xuan'an's face, and cried too, crying.

But the better she was, the more Xu Xuan'an's mood collapsed.

Suddenly.

Xu Xuan'an stuffed Xu Anping, who was a baby, back into Hu Xiaocui's arms, and rushed into the room like crazy.

Hu Xiaocui hugged Xu Anping, who could only yell daddy, and stood on the spot stupidly.

The child in her arms was crying hard, and she was also at a loss with tears streaming down her face.

then.

Seeing Xu Xuan'an coming out of the thatched hut with more than a dozen volumes of bamboo slips in his arms, he rushed towards the side room where the fire was built and cooked like crazy.

that moment.

Hu Xiaocui finally understood what Xu Xuanan was going to do.

She rushed over without caring about anything, and grabbed Xu Xuan'an's arm tightly.

Hu Xiaocui has great strength.

This is the result of living with Xu Xuan'an for so many years.

Miss Fu Jia, who used to have clothes and hands, was forced by life to hold a hatchet and look at wild wolves in the middle of the night, scolding men, women and children in the east of the village!

Xu Xuan'an was dragged by Hu Xiaocui directly into a big somersault, and slumped on the ground, like a fool.

"Sister, don't do this, let alone burn these books!" Hu Xiaocui cried.

(End of this chapter)