Surprise! The rough husband is the hidden boss of the period literature

Chapter 60 You saved me again!
Then, across the wall, after a flurry of chaotic footsteps, Xu Qinghuan heard the sounds of banging and shouting, "Where's the book? Hand it over quickly!"

A weak voice said, "No, we don't have any books. You've searched everywhere. We don't have any hidden books at all!"

"You still dare to quibble? Someone saw you hiding that book. Hand it over immediately, or you'll be in trouble!"

It must be a small leader who ordered his men to dig deep into the ground to search for him, cursing, "Beat them! Beat them to death! Beat them if they don't tell the truth! These damn feudal remnants!"

Xu Qinghuan quickly put away the bag and put it into the space. She hid in the space before anyone came out.

She saw an old man and a child huddled on the ground inside the courtyard wall. The old man held the child tightly in his arms, and the one who kicked them was a young man with a square face. He had a strange feeling of being watched, and looked around but found no clues.

But I feel inexplicably guilty.

His men searched around but found nothing. He didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly left with his men.

After Xu Qinghuan and the others had gone far away, she came out of the space. Carrying a backpack, she quietly went over and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

The door took a while to open. It was an old man in his twilight years, with white hair, ragged clothes, and a hunched body. However, his eyes were clear and full of righteousness.

He looks to be under sixty years old.

Behind him followed a little boy, the same one who had just been protected under him. He was thin and wore clothes that barely covered his body, looking like a refugee child from Africa.

He looked at her with a pair of big eyes, which were full of deep vigilance and cruelty.

"Grandpa, my name is Xu Qinghuan, and I just picked up something."

The old man shuddered with fear and quickly closed the door, "Nothing is lost in our house!"

But Xu Qinghuan could see that there was a trace of pain, regret and reluctance in the old man's eyes.

The agarwood box contained a medical book called "Nanjing Notes". If Xu Qinghuan had no connection with this medical book, she might have simply chosen to throw the box in from outside the wall today.

But, in her previous life, her mentor was named Zhang Zhongyuan.

As luck would have it, the original body had learned some medical skills from an old Chinese doctor named Zhang Huaishan, who happened to be Zhang Zhongyuan's father.

The mentor repeatedly mentioned his mentor Ren Shanglu in front of her, saying that he inherited all his skills and principles of dealing with people from his mentor. It was a pity that his mentor died early and the "Nanjing Notes" handed down in the family disappeared.

What a pity.

What his mentor could never forgive him was that when Ren Shanglu was in trouble, he was unable to keep his only grandson, Ren Jingmo, who was an extremely intelligent child.

She wanted to confirm whether this pair of grandparents and grandchildren had the surname Ren.

It's not just for that old man. Every time he mentions her, he would proudly say "my child", the old man who treats her as his own daughter.

"Are you Mr. Zhang Zhongyuan's teacher?" Xu Qinghuan tried to be sincere, but at this moment, she was also extremely uneasy.

When she saw the old man's eyes flicker and the child's hands tightening on the old man's clothes, she knew that this pair of grandparents and grandchildren might really be surnamed Ren.

So what exactly is the story behind her so-called book travel?

Was she real in her previous life, or is she real now?

Is there an intersection between the two time and space, or are there other mysteries?
Xu Qinghuan suddenly felt flustered.

The old man saw her uneasiness, sighed, and stepped aside to let her in.

The three of them walked into the house in silence.

The yard and the house were in a mess. Tables, chairs and benches were broken and flew everywhere. The only clay pot in the kitchen used for cooking was smashed.

When the child picked it up, tears welled up in his eyes.

Xu Qinghuan also felt very uncomfortable and helped to clean up the house.

The kang had a big hole in it. The old man was silent for a moment after seeing it, then looked away. The house was not big, with a yard in the front and a small garden in the back, less than half an acre of land. There were two rooms, one for sleeping and the other for cooking and living.

"There's no tea, so I'll just have to excuse myself!" The old man asked Xu Qinghuan to sit on the edge of the kang for a while and asked, "How do you know Zhang Zhongyuan?"

"It was a coincidence. I originally wanted to become Mr. Zhang Zhongyuan's disciple, but the opportunity didn't come, so I missed it."

Xu Qinghuan couldn't talk much, and the old man didn't become suspicious.

She pressed on, "Are you Mr. Ren Shanglu?"

The old man paused as he stood up and said, "Go away. It will do you no good to deal with us."

Having gotten the answer, Xu Qinghuan felt very complicated.

She left three pounds of rice, two pounds of noodles, a small pot, and a pound of buns in the house, then came out and looked at the bright sunshine outside, suddenly feeling dazed.

At this moment, she was extremely confused.

Is it a coincidence or someone deliberately arranged it?
If it was a deliberate arrangement, who was it?
This person is probably not a human, but a god!
"careful!"

A rapid ringing sound came from far away and got closer. Xu Qinghuan was suddenly pulled and bumped into a thick wall of flesh. The familiar and pleasant scent of green pine filled her nose. Xu Qinghuan raised her head and saw Jiang Xingye's sharp jaw that was like a steep cliff.

A bicycle whizzed past her from behind.

Jiang Xingye kicked the rear wheel of the bicycle, and the bicycle and the person fell to the ground.

A young man quickly got up from the ground and waved his fist at Jiang Xingye, "Why the hell do you hit me?"

Jiang Xingye pulled Xu Qinghuan behind him, rushed forward, and knocked the man to the ground with just three or two punches.

"If you don't know how to ride a bike, don't ride it. You want to hit people? You want to die!" Jiang Xingye gritted his teeth and acted very cruelly.

The man spat out a mouthful of blood. "The brakes aren't working. There's something wrong with the car. I didn't mean to do that. Who made her stand in the middle of the road?"

"You're still quibbling. Do you think I'm blind?" Jiang Xingye kicked him again.

This person also saw that Xu Qinghuan was pretty, so he rushed over with the ringing of the bell. He originally wanted to scam her and blame her, but he didn't expect that he met a tough guy.

"I was wrong, brother, please forgive me, I didn't know she was taken, brother, please!"

Seeing people gathering around, Xu Qinghuan was worried that the matter would get out of hand and cause trouble for Jiang Xingye, so she tugged at his collar.

Jiang Xingye then stopped and said, "Get lost!"

The man crawled to his feet, picked up the car and ran away.

Jiang Xingye turned his head to look at Xu Qinghuan. She was in a daze just now and he didn't know what had happened to her.

Seeing her like that, Jiang Xingye suddenly felt his heart tighten, a feeling he had never had before.

But it has not yet reached the stage of questioning each other.

He stood sideways, not knowing for a long time whether he should speak.

The sadness between her brows tugged at his heart repeatedly, "You..."

Xu Qinghuan raised her little face and said with a smile, "Brother Jiang, you saved me again!"

That’s great. The boss has a little more sunk cost for her. If he doesn’t want her to be his younger brother in the future, he will have to estimate his investment in her.

In an instant, Xu Qinghuan also figured it out. No matter if it was man-made or a confusion of time and space, she was lucky to be able to live again in this identity.

Why think so much?

Living well and happily is the best arrangement!

(End of this chapter)