The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 205 Qiao Niang's Husband

"What's the matter?" Yun Cheng pinched Qiqiao's hand that was about to put salt into the pot.

There was only oil in the pot just now, and nothing else was put in.

Why do you put salt, it will be fried when it is put into the pan.

When Qiqiao saw it, her face turned red immediately, and she was a little helpless: "I'm sorry, little benefactor."

"I……"

Luo Jia also pushed the wheelchair over at this time.

"Go and light the fire, I'll do it." Luo Jia asked Qiqiao and Yuncheng to help him light the fire, and he was in charge of cooking.

Roja's workmanship is not bad.

Qiqiao was sitting in front of the stove, lost in thought, Yun Cheng didn't bother, nobody was busy, and Yun Cheng didn't even bother to ask.

But after a while, Qiqiao still made a sound.

"Yun Cheng, do you know my husband?"

"Ah."

"My husband, he is a child prodigy. He has shown a talent for reading since he was a child. My in-laws and I both think that he will be a high-ranking official in the future."

"My husband and I are actually very affectionate. Although he is a scholar, he knows how to respect his elders and sympathize with his wife."

"My husband, he went from the provincial examination to Tongsheng, a scholar, and then went to the capital to catch the examination."

"I still remember that when he left, he said that he must get a champion to come back, give us honor and glory, and let us live a good life."

"But what I got was that he died of bandits."

"Although my husband passed away, I still serve my parents-in-law without any second thoughts, because when my husband was alive, he treated me well."

Qiqiao spoke slowly, and Yuncheng listened quietly.

"My husband's bones did not remain, but I always had a glimmer of hope, thinking that I might be wrong if I didn't see the bones."

"So, for so many years, I have been entrusting some walking merchants to help me find out about my husband."

"For so many years, there has been no news, but yesterday, a businessman came back."

"But tell me that there is news."

Yun Cheng paused for the firewood in his hand: "Alive?"

Qiqiao nodded.

"My husband's name is Qu Zhongyuan. The businessman said that in Lizhou, the prefect of Lizhou is called Qu Zhongyuan."

"It's my husband's candidate who rushed to take the same exam, and he's the champion, with the same name and the same exam class."

"But the businessman said that he has already married a wife and had a son. When he took office, he married the daughter of Shang Shu."

"Now I have both sons and daughters."

When Qiqiao reached the end, tears were actually falling down her face.

"Do you think he is your husband?" Yun Cheng asked.

"Yes! Candidates of the same class usually don't have the same name and surname. How can there be such a coincidence?"

"Perhaps, it's because he feels that he is the number one scholar, and we are humble and unworthy, so he threw away his wife and remarried."

Qiqiao was very sad. Hearing this kind of news, she would be better off hearing her husband's death.

Yun Cheng never believed it: "Wife can divorce, but parents can't either?"

"Just as you said, your husband is obviously a filial person, so how could he be so treacherous?"

"Also, when I look at your face, the sky is collapsing, and Yintang's eyebrows are connected. This is indeed the appearance of your husband who died young."

The more accurate Yun Cheng didn't make it clear, that is, Qiqiao's husband is indeed dead.

Qiqiao didn't believe it at this time.

"I do not believe."

Yun Cheng waved his hand and added firewood to the stove: "If you don't believe me, just go to Lizhou."

"It's not too far from here to Lizhou. Two months back and forth are enough."

"But have you ever thought about it? If it is true? What would you do? What would you do if it wasn't for you?"

(End of this chapter)