Farmer's little scholar

Chapter 1

Mo Qiyu sat up from the bed with his arms propped up, and when he saw the long hair on his shoulders, he slowly remembered that he had traveled through time.

About a week ago, Mo Qiyu came through.At that time, the original owner saw his fiancee, Zhu Yan'er, behaving ambiguously with a man, and stepped forward to question him in anger.Only then did I learn that Zhu Yan'er had broken off her engagement with her, and the two Geng posts had also been exchanged.

He didn't believe it, so he went home from the town and found his mother in the field.Looking at the woman covered in dirt, the anger in his heart was even stronger.

Disregarding etiquette, he shouted and asked: "Didn't you say that someone was hired at home?"

The woman stood up holding her waist and saw that it was her son who was in the school, so she hurried over.Pulling his son with a bad face, he walked home in front of other farmers working in the fields.

After the woman returned home, she wiped away her tears before she made it clear.It turned out that after Zhu Yan'er climbed up to the Juren Zhou Youming, she directly asked a matchmaker to withdraw the marriage.When the other party came, he brought a few big men from the same village with him.How dare she, a woman, dare to respond in that situation?

The other party was just bullying her weakness.Since the death of her husband, the money in the family can only come in and out, and she doesn't want her son to be distracted and only pick good ones every time.

This time, she kept this matter in her heart all the time, so she didn't dare to say a word.I am afraid that Zhu Yan'er will hurt her son's heart, and she is also afraid that her son will go there to make trouble.I thought I could procrastinate.But she didn't expect to be discovered by her son in the street. She felt uncomfortable thinking about it. How much it hurt her son's heart.

Her son is a scholar, and will be a Juren, Jinshi in the future...

It was the one named Zhu who had no foresight and only looked at the current interests. He was a short-sighted villain.She just thought bitterly.

Mo Qiyu realized after hearing what his aunt said, then Zhu Yan'er disliked him as a poor scholar.What do you like about Zhou Youming?It's just that he likes his status and money.

He walked into the room mockingly and shut himself up.Although he is only a scholar now, he is confident that he will be admitted to Juren next year.Is he poor?At least he felt quite rich compared to other peasants.They can receive one tael of silver per month, one bolt of coarse cloth and ten catties of flour or polished rice.

He hugged his head and didn't understand, when Zhu Yan'er bought rouge with the money he earned from copying books more than ten days ago, she was still very happy, why did it become like this?

Thinking of the working aunt again, his aunt who loves to dress up planting seedlings in the field?When his father was alive, his mother never went to the ground.When did she learn it?

Just when he was having a splitting headache, Mo Qiyu walked over.He could feel the original owner's anger, aggrieved and sad.It took a while to loosen the frown, and then vaguely heard that the original master was leaving, and asked him to take good care of his mother.I also hope he can live freely.

Then he fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was now.

During this period, he could still vaguely sense the outside world.For example, his mother hired a doctor for him, for example, his mother used ten taels of silver to help him get married, which was called Chongxi.For example, today is the second day of his marriage>

Mo Qiyu: "..."

Looking at the empty adobe houses around him, Mo Qiyu fell silent.

Thinking of myself who died at the gunpoint, the moment of death seemed to be slowed down, and blood was everywhere.Mo Qiyu shook his head, almost whispering, forget it~

Then I heard footsteps, followed by the creak of the door being pushed open.Mo Qiyu looked up at the young man outside the door, he was thin and thin.His complexion was sallow, and he looked malnourished.

Seeing Mo Qiyu who was sitting up, the young man was also a little embarrassed, he just glanced at each other inadvertently when he opened the door, and then kept his head down, not daring to look at Mo Qiyu who was on the bed.

The hand holding the medicine bowl couldn't help but tremble a little, but it didn't drop a drop.

"Ah, Auntie said you should take your medicine." Perhaps the atmosphere was too silent, the young man said softly.He also walked over slowly and carefully placed the bowl on the edge of the bed.

Looking at the dark potion and a disgusting smell.Mo Qiyu frowned and said nothing, and the surrounding air seemed to be getting colder.

The boy also quietly looked at the handsome man in front of him, the only young scholar in the village near them.Naturally, I have seen them before, but they have never been so close, nor have they spoken to each other.It was Mo Qiyu who met Zhu Yan'er in a hurry every time he passed by his house to find him.

But he didn't expect that he would marry this Mo Xiucai.How dare he think like this before.

It's just that he also understood that Mo Xiucai was seriously ill a few days ago, even if his mother paid 10 taels of silver, no one would be willing to marry his daughter or both.If it weren't for the special situation in his family, he might not have married.

Mo Qiyu sighed inwardly, picked up the warm medicine bowl and drank the medicine in one gulp, endured his nausea and asked, "What's your name?"

If he didn't divert his attention, Mo Qiyu was afraid that he couldn't help but spit it out.

The boy took the empty bowl and whispered, "My name is Lin Xu"

Mo Qiyu watched him unconsciously rubbing the bowl with his fingers, opening and closing his mouth, and finally asked softly, "You, do you know that we are married?"

The final voice was almost inaudible.Mo Qiyu lowered his eyebrows, was silent for a while, and said: "I know, although I have never been sober, I know that we are married." Although he really does not want to have too close a relationship with other people in this world, but this career has already been completed. It was a foregone conclusion, he could only try his best to take good care of his little husband in front of him.

Looking at the child who was only 15 years old, Mo Qiyu felt deeply tired.

"Then..." Lin Xu raised his eyes to look at Mo Qiyu this time, and asked a little nervously, "Then shall I call you from now on, Husband, Husband?" Scholars like to be called Husband by their wives or husbands.

Mo Qiyu was stunned for a moment, and quickly returned to his senses: "No need? I'm older than you, just call me Brother Yu."

Lin Xu also heaved a sigh of relief, after all the people in the village don't call him a man like that.If he really let himself bark, he would be embarrassed.

"Then I'll go out first." Lin Xu happily walked towards the door, then stopped, and turned to Mo Qiyu who was sitting: "Brother Yu."

Lin Xu was quite happy, after all, in his opinion, he was not good enough for Mo Xiucai.He was afraid that Mo Xiucai would not wake up, and he was also afraid that he would beat and scold him and send him back.But none of these things. Although Mo Xiucai was very indifferent to him, he didn't scold him after all, and spoke kindly.So he is very satisfied. ?