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Chapter 139
The sky was dim, and the sun was not visible.

Shuihua got up early, went into the stove, and boiled a pot of ginger soup first.

The old branch secretary shook his head and woke up groggy.

Sitting quietly for a while, looking at Li Laoshuan next to him, he immediately understood where he was.

The house had already been tidied up, but the old branch secretary vaguely remembered that he and Li Laoshuan drank up the two bottles of liquor yesterday.

"Uncle, you're awake!" Shuihua just entered the room carrying two bowls of hangover soup.

"Shuihua!" The old branch secretary groped to get off the kang: "What time is it now?"

"The genius is just bright, and the ginger soup that has just been made, you always drink a bowl first, sober up!" The hangover caused dry mouth and tongue, which was a little uncomfortable.

The old branch secretary walked to the table, picked up a bowl of hangover soup, blew on it, and took a sip: "No, I have to tell that broken boy Wang Zhong first, so that he won't worry."

As he spoke, he smiled and glanced at Shuihua, as if looking at his granddaughter-in-law.

Shui Huaqiao blushed slightly, and quickly avoided: "Don't forget! Let Brother Wang Chong come to my house for dinner tonight!"

"Don't worry, I won't forget it!" Although the old branch secretary was old, he was clear-headed.

"I'll go find him later!"

Shui Hua secretly rejoiced, but couldn't help being shy, "I made your breakfast, eat before leaving!"

The old party secretary didn't refuse either. The breakfast was very ordinary, cornmeal porridge, some steamed buns left over from last night, half a bowl of sauced beef, and half a bowl of stewed mutton.

After breakfast, the old branch secretary was sent away, the sky was getting brighter, but the cold wind like a knife still had no intention of stopping, Shuihua took out his small box, opened it and took out a handkerchief from the bottom.

The handkerchief was wrapped, and Shuihua carefully opened the handkerchief, revealing a small stack of banknotes inside. There were no large denominations, the largest one was only ten yuan, and the smallest one was only one cent.

After counting, Shuihua thought for a while, wrapped the handkerchief again, stuffed it into the inner pocket of her bosom, put on the scarf, took out the pair of cotton gloves Wang Zhong gave her, and put it on her hand.

Li Laoshuan was still sleeping soundly and had no intention of waking up. Shuihua put his breakfast in the pot and took away the thatch and dry firewood around the stove. After checking that everything was correct, he closed the stove door and walked away with a basket. Go to the courtyard, open the fence gate, and walk straight out of the village.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Wang Zhong got up to do morning exercises.

Thanks to the good habits cultivated in the first two dungeon worlds, Wang Zhong never thought of giving up training during this real body time travel.

Wang Zhong's fists and feet have already reached the third level, integrating modern military and police, Sanda and other fighting techniques, as well as most of the routine techniques of traditional martial arts. Wang Zhong's fists and feet have already shown signs, especially in the world of youth. , although he only stayed on the battlefield for less than a month, but in this less than a month, Wang Zhong fought the enemy more than ten times, although most of them were confrontations with hot weapons, but in that complex Under the mountainous jungle terrain, it is inevitable for the two sides to fight hand-to-hand with each other.

During the short period of time in the army, Wang Zhong was exposed to more training in fighting and fighting skills. With one hand, the triangular army stab, and the other hand is dedicated to fighting with the big sword technique. With a good heat.

Weapons are extensions of siblings.

After being honed on the battlefield, Wang Zhong can clearly feel his progress. The only shortcoming is that the honing time is too short. Although Wang Zhong's accumulation is sufficient, most of the time he spends behind closed doors. After being tempered, Wang Zhong spent enough time, but the number of actual battles was too little, and the horror between life and death was not enough to push him to the fourth level.

Fortunately, I have a memory light ball!
This memory light ball is just like a plug-in.

No, the memory light ball itself is a cheat.

Wang Zhong can enter the memory light sphere unlimited times, experience his life back then, and feel the horror between life and death on the battlefield.

Wang Zhong vaguely felt sincerely that he seemed to have touched a certain bottleneck, as long as he took another step forward, he would be able to break through this bottleneck, but just this step is not so easy.

After all, boxing is different from other skills.

But it was such a step, Wang Zhong lingered for so long, but never broke through.

Although it was a pity, Wang Zhong never stopped practicing. Wang Zhong thought very clearly that if he couldn't improve his skill level, he should practice hard and make full use of his advantages of strength and speed.

The so-called fists and kicks, in Wang Zhong's view, are nothing more than using one's own strength and speed to maximize the destructive power at the moment of eruption.

Such as Cunquan in Wing Chun, Half-step Bengquan in Xingyi, Tieshankan in Bajiquan, etc.

With the cold wind blowing, Wang Zhong was only wearing a single shirt, performing boxing in the courtyard.

The old branch secretary with his hands behind his back, holding the cigarette stick upside down, slowly swings outside Wang Zhong's house, just in time to see Wang Zhong stepping on the unicorn step, step by step, and punching each step, and stared curiously for a long time.

The mental attributes that were several times higher than the normal number brought super-strong five senses, so that Wang Zhongruo felt something, stopped his fisting movements, and looked in the direction of the sense.

"Uncle!" Seeing the old branch secretary, Wang Zhong rushed up to greet him, opened the courtyard door, and welcomed him into the courtyard respectfully.

Although the old party secretary is old, his steps are very steady, "Practice boxing early in the morning!"

Wang Zhong closed the gate of the courtyard and replied with a smile: "Practicing boxing every day can clear the meridians and activate collaterals, promote the circulation of Qi and blood, which is beneficial to the body."

These words are not nonsense. Wang Zhong's medical skills have reached level four, which is one level higher than boxing. He not only combines Chinese and Western medicine, but also is more proficient in Chinese medicine. He has also done detailed research on fitness and health.

The old branch secretary nodded and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Wang Zhong took a white towel, wiped his sweat and replied, "I'm about to eat it!"

"I'm cooking minced meat porridge in the morning. Have you eaten it? Do you want to have some together?"

"You boy!" The old branch secretary shook his head helplessly.

Wang Zhongdao: "As the saying goes, you can't get tired of food, but you can't get tired of fine food! I practice martial arts and exercise every day, which consumes far more energy than ordinary people. If I don't eat meat, I'm afraid my body will collapse long ago."

The old party secretary was thoughtful, the more meat, the more oil and water, the more energy to work. Farmers don't understand the truth, but this kind of thing that is closely related to their lives is still clear.

"Forget it, as long as you know what's in your heart!" The old branch secretary didn't want to preach to Wang Zhong, but he was afraid that he would not know the truth of the long flow of water because of his young age, but since Wang Zhong can make money, it is only natural that he should eat better.

"Shuihua's father agreed. It was Shuihua himself. He said that he wanted to meet you first and asked you to go to her house for dinner tonight. She has something to ask you!"

"See me?" Li Laoshuan was dealt with by the old branch secretary, which did not surprise Wang Zhong. Instead, it was Splash, who suddenly wanted to see him, which is worth pondering.

As if seeing the uneasiness in Wang Zhong's heart, the old branch secretary said: "Okay, don't worry about it, I'm looking at that girl Shuihua, it's also interesting to you, but I don't know why she asked you to go over because What!"

The old branch secretary has lived most of his life, and he is quite good at judging people.

Wang Zhong nodded slightly, and didn't hold on to this topic. Anyway, it's about tonight's matter, no matter what the water splash means, we'll know when we go tonight.

The cold wind between heaven and earth is blowing again, and Wang Zhong has just finished exercising, sweating all over his body, and the cold wind penetrates along the gap between his clothes and pants. Can resist freezing.

"Uncle, thank you for your hard work. Go sit in the room and I'll bring you breakfast."

"No!" The old branch secretary shook his head and said, "I've eaten at Shui Hua's!"

While speaking, he looked around the outside of Wang Zhong's house: "Remember to go to Shui Hua's house at night. If it's agreed and you're planning to get married, it's a bit simple for your house to be like this."

In the old party secretary's heart, he already felt that the matter between Wang Zhong and Shuihua was almost the same, and he could consider getting married.

Last time, Wang Zhong’s house only rebuilt the inside, and the outer wall was not decorated. There were only rows and rows of I-shaped seams that were neatly arranged horizontally and vertically, with the unique color of blue bricks mixed with gray cement caulking, which was very different from the The style of the rest of the houses in the village has some characteristics.

Wang Zhong arched his hands, with a bit of flattery and flattery: "I don't have any experience in this area, and if it really happens, I will have to trouble you to help find someone to arrange the layout!"

Hearing the words, the old branch secretary showed a smile on his face: "Okay, hurry up and eat breakfast!"

Although the old branch secretary didn't agree with his mouth, he had already agreed in his heart, with a faint smile on his face, hands behind his back, and he almost hummed a little tune.

Wang Zhong went to the kitchen first, scooped out the porridge living in the pot, washed the pot, and then went back to the bathroom, wiped himself with cold water, changed into a set of clothes, and started eating breakfast in a leisurely manner.

In the past, when Wang Zhong ate, he wanted to gobble it up and finish it early.

But now that Wang Zhong eats, he always chews and swallows slowly, neither fast nor slow. With the improvement of his physique, Wang Zhong's appetite has also risen linearly. The speed of eating has slowed down, and the time spent naturally has become more and more.

But Wang Zhong was not in a hurry at all.

The sky was a bit gloomy, but it was alright in the morning, only the north wind howling, although there were cloudy clouds in the sky, but it was just darker, when around ten o'clock in the morning, the wind became stronger and stronger, pieces of fine snowflakes hit Xuan'er herself Falling in the air.

Wrapped in a headscarf, carrying a basket, wearing a thick cotton padded jacket, and walking on the road with splashes of cotton shoes, the cold wind hit her slightly sallow face like a knife.

Stepping on the loess and facing the cold wind, the water splashes did not feel cold at all. The snowflakes danced in mid-air with the wind and landed on the cotton-padded jacket and scarf. In the pair of bright blue eyes, there was a kind of bright light that had never been seen before, and the basket in his hand was tightly covered, and the basket was covered with a piece of floral cloth.

Under the floral cloth, there are five catties of fresh mutton, two bottles of one catty white wine, and two pieces of tofu.

Wang Zhong originally wanted to go to the county, but after he finished packing, it suddenly started snowing, so he simply didn't bother to go out, and sat at home reading a book and writing. Although he also didn't have a mobile phone or the Internet, he had The experience of the first two copies of the world is not boring.

Seeing that it was more than three o'clock and approaching four o'clock, the snow outside did not show any tendency to stop, on the contrary, it was getting bigger and bigger.

Wang Zhong put on a bamboo hat, put on a thick military overcoat, carried two bags of flour, and went straight to Shui Hua's house.

In the kitchen, the mutton has been washed a long time ago. Shuihua has just cut the mutton into small pieces. Pour sesame oil into the pan. After the oil is hot, add ginger, garlic, dried chili and sauté until fragrant. Then pour the fat mutton into the pan to fry saute.

The mutton oil in the frying pan was stimulated, and the aroma was diffused. Shuihua carefully scooped two ladles of water from the water tank and poured it into the pot, covering the mutton.

Covering the pot, I was about to cut up my favorite potatoes, when suddenly there were a few familiar voices outside.

"Old Uncle Shuan! Splash!"

Hearing this, Shui Hua knew that it was Wang Zhong who was coming from outside, and immediately walked to the kitchen door, leaning against the door frame, "Brother Wang Chong, you're here!"

Looking at Wang Zhong who pushed open the gate of the fence and walked into the courtyard, Shuihua was full of words, but at this time, he couldn't say a word.

"Shuihua, cooking! Where's my old Uncle Shuan?"

Shuihua said: "He went to drink with my cousin!"

Wang Zhong was stunned for a moment, seeing the somewhat cramped splash, he immediately understood.

"What are you doing? I'll help you!" The person who was speaking also walked towards the kitchen.

Shuihua didn't realize it until someone walked up to him. The tall figure covered the light in front of him. Shuihua didn't know what was wrong with him, so he let Wang Zhong enter the kitchen in a daze.

"Stewed mutton!" Wang Zhong's sense of smell is so keen.

"What else are you going to do, I'll help you!"

Shuihua didn't know what he was thinking, and pointed to the peeled and washed yams on the grate like a ghost, "Cut the yams into pieces and stew them with lamb later."

Wang Zhong went straight to the stove, pressing the yams in one hand, and holding a kitchen knife in the other. The knife was not fancy, but it was fast and stable, as if it had been used at the stove all year round.

"What is steamed in the cage?"

While cutting potatoes, Wang Zhong asked.

"Buns stuffed with mutton and scallions, your favorite!" Shuihua blurted out without thinking, and regretted the words as soon as he said them.

Shui Hua had already planned it out. When Wang Zhong came over, she poured two bowls of wine, drank some wine with Wang Zhong first, and then asked him, but Wang Zhong came too early, and came directly to the kitchen.

All of a sudden, Shuihua was a little confused, not knowing what to do.

"As long as it's made by you, I'll like anything!"

"But the buns stuffed with mutton are indeed my favorite!" Although he is a southerner, Wang Zhong, the meat bun, has never liked pork, which is wrong. In reality, Wang Zhong still liked pork when he was young. Steamed stuffed buns, but when I grow up, I don’t know whether my taste has changed or those merchants have cut corners, and the pure meat stuffed buns they make always feel unpalatable.

On the contrary, beef and mutton buns became Wang Zhong's favorite.

Especially when he came to Yongquan Village and tasted the nationally famous Yanchi Tan Yang, Wang Zhong fell in love with it.

Shuihua didn't expect Wang Zhong to be so direct, blushing a little, walked to the stove, and added corn stalks into the stove, somehow, suddenly flustered, took a few deep breaths, suppressed complicated emotions, Shuihua asked directly: "Brother Wang Chong, the old branch secretary came over yesterday and said that you entrusted him to come here!"

"Yes!" Wang Zhong explained before Shuihua could continue to ask: "Originally, I planned to wait until the Chinese New Year, and then asked my uncle to propose a marriage, but when I heard that no one visited your house the day before yesterday, I I can't sit still!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhong laughed at himself: "I thought I was far calmer than my peers, but then I realized that I was indeed much calmer than my peers in other matters, but when I heard that a matchmaker came to your house, I It’s the same impulse, the same anxiety.”

"Then, do you really want to marry me?" Shuihua mustered up her courage, suppressed the joy in her heart, turned her head to look at Wang Zhong, and asked calmly.

Wang nodded and said: "Of course it is true, it is truer than real gold!"

With a tremor in his heart, an unspeakable joy gushed out quietly, occupying Shuihua's heart in an instant, accompanied by a little shyness, on that still somewhat green face, he involuntarily showed a witty smile, outlining two Shallow dimples.

"You are a descendant of a martyr, and you have been a soldier. You are capable and have such great ambitions, but I am just a little village girl. I have only been to the county since I was a child. I have no knowledge and skills. You can only serve crops, sew, cook and do laundry, why do you want to marry me?"

Splash subconsciously felt that he was not worthy of Wang Zhong.

The potatoes in Wang Zhong's hand had already been cut and put into a bowl. Wang Zhong took the bowl and went straight to the stove, put the bowl next to the iron pot, bent over and grabbed Shuihua's arm, and put Shuihua Helped up.

In the eye of the stove, golden fireworks continue to rise, devouring the corn stalks stuffed by the water, releasing intense light and heat. The cast iron cauldron is scorching hot, and under the wooden lid, transparent bubbles Freely bottom up, or float to the surface of the water, or hit the mutton, the air bubbles out of the water, the originally calm water surface also churned, and the smoky water vapor rose into the air along the gap between the pot cover and the iron pot.

The moment Wang Zhong grabbed his arm, Shuihua felt as if his heart was being grabbed by something.

In a blink of an eye, he was already supported by Wang Zhong and stood up.

What greeted Shuihua's eyes was that sharp-edged face with a bit of heroic aura, and those clear and clear eyes that seemed to have no impurities at all.

"Because I like it!" Wang Zhong said naturally.

Shuihua murmured: "Like it?"

"If you don't like it, why do you want to marry?"

Wang Zhong had already let go of the hands holding Shuihua's arms, Shuihua slightly raised his head to look at Wang Zhong, his hands were cramped and had nowhere to rest.

"But me!" Shui Hua turned her head, her expression a bit sad: "But I'm not as good as you think!"

She is just a village woman who knows nothing, but Wang Zhong, who is almost omnipotent, is so perfect...

Shuihua thought about it, feeling a little ashamed,
"I'm not good enough for you!" As soon as these words came out, Shuihua felt that his heart was about to be broken along with it. Although he had only known each other for more than half a year, the man in front of him had already squeezed into him at some point. Her atrium, occupying it all.

"Shuihua!" Wang Zhong's voice sounded again, his hands grasped Shuihua's arm again, and his deep and vicissitudes of words came into Shuihua's ears like a warm current: "In my eyes, you are a very good girl, Your strength, your gentleness, your hard work, and your kindness are what attract me deeply.

Over the years, I have traveled to many places, met many people, and met many girls who are as beautiful as you, but they are only beautiful.

Good-looking skins are all the same, but a girl who is so kind, so strong, and so attractive to me like you, in this world, you are the only one! "

Shui Hua forgot to struggle, and just stared blankly at the pair of clear eyes in front of her, listening to the words that stirred her heartstrings, she had already forgotten everything else in her mind.

"I like you, I want to marry you, not because of anything else, just because, I found that you are the girl I have been looking for, I can't promise each other, but I want to tell you, you are the one I want to be with The person who will hold hands with you for a lifetime." Wang Zhong said in a solemn tone.

Wang Zhong is 1.8 meters tall, a head taller than Shuihua. When looking at Shuihua, he can only lower his head slightly.

Wang Zhongxin stepped forward, the two of them saw each other, and there was only one palm away, Wang Zhong's voice suddenly became gentle: "Shuihua, if you want, please marry me, okay?"

Facing Wang Zhong's eyes in a splash, she could feel the sincerity and sincerity in Wang Zhong's eyes, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but smile again, revealing a beautiful smile.

"Ok!"

In the bright eyes, there was a hazy layer of tears at some point.

Wang Zhong stretched out his hands involuntarily, embraced the water flower in his arms, raised his right hand, and caressed the black hair behind his head.

Shuihua's cramped hands, which had nowhere to rest, also let nature take its course, wrapping around Wang Zhong's waist.

A smile appeared on Wang Zhong's face involuntarily.

This is Wang Zhong's closest contact with Shuihua since he woke up in this world.

Wang Zhong had this kind of experience before, Zheng Juan in the world, He Xiaoping in youth, but they have all become part of the light ball of memory.

Wang Zhong has never had such a wonderful feeling, hugging the splash, Wang Zhong felt like he was hugging the whole world.

Shuihua closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Wang Zhong's embrace, feeling the peace of mind that she had never had before, and what she showed on her reddish smiling cheeks was enjoyment.

"oops!"

Next to it, the corn stalks in the stove were about to burn out, and the water in the pot boiled more and more violently, as if applauding for the two of them, and the smoke-like water vapor seemed to be dancing for the two of them, and the wind that had been floating for most of the day floated outside the window. The snowflakes still have no intention of stopping, and the sky and the earth are completely white.

On January 90, 1, on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month in the Yisi year, there was a great cold.

After half a year, Wang Zhong finally got his wish and captured the heart of the beautiful woman.

"oops!"

After a while, Shui Hua suddenly let out a scream, and then struggled out of Wang Zhong's arms, hurried to the stove and wanted to squat down, but was hugged by Wang Zhong who was walking forward.

"Didn't you agree, I'll help you!" Wang Zhong looked into Shuihua's eyes, smiled softly, then squatted down, skillfully adding corn stalks into the stove.

Shuihua smiled, and the depression in his heart was gone. He walked to the side of the stove, opened the lid, poured all the potato cubes on the stove next to the iron pot into the pot, picked up the spatula and quickly stirred it a few times. , add salt and soy sauce, and cover the pot again.

Looking sideways at Wang Zhong who was squatting in front of the stove, the smile on his face grew wider.

Wang Zhong seemed to have a sense of it. Looking up, he seemed to see a sunflower blooming towards the sun. It was as bright as the sun, and it was so beautiful!

(End of this chapter)