Spoiling a Good Young Wife

30

Looking at Su Zijin like this, Xue Zhan felt a little helpless in his eyes, then he crouched down and said in a powerful voice: Come on, I will carry you on my back.

Su Zijin was surprised, he had already come out of the village, and there was no one around him, but he was still hesitant: This. isn't it good?

“Come quickly!” urge Xue Zhan again.

The weather was very cold and there was still an hour to travel the mountain road, and his legs were indeed achy, so he did not hesitate too much.

Xue Zhan's back was very thick, and it was very easy to lie on it. Comfortable, despite burping on a thick cotton coat, Su Zijin could still feel the body of a forced man.

Su Zijin suddenly recalled what the daughter-in-law said at the cloth shop yesterday morning. Ever since Xue Zhan married her, she had really not eaten any meat, and she had not gone out to drink wine yet.

And being a blacksmith was exhausting work, how could he do such a heavy job without any fat in his stomach?

The more Su Zijin thought about it, the more he felt sorry for Xue Zhan. Both her parents died when she was a child, and when she was a teenager, she left her hometown and worked hard outside alone.

He had no idea that Xue Zhan had been outside alone for over twenty years, without relatives and without reason, then how was it going?.

As his mother had said, ten taels of silver was probably the money Xue Zhan had saved up to marry his wife.

Xue Zhan walked steadily on the precipitous mountain road with Su Zijin on his back. A cold wind blew on Xue Zhan's face and hands, like a knife being scratched, inflicting tremendous pain.

Both of his ears were red from the cold, and the white mist was continuously being exhaled from his mouth.

Su Zijin would inevitably cover Xue Zhan's ears with his hands wrapped around his sleeves, lest the man's ears break.

Arriving at home, the sky grew darker, and clouds billowed, as if it was going to rain.

Su Zijin unlocked the door of his own house, and rushed to the courtyard to pick up the clothes, regretting how lucky he was to return early, otherwise, if it rained heavily in the middle of the road, such cold weather would definitely kill people.

After Su Zijin stored his clothes, he brought the other items left in the courtyard into the house, in particular, It was freshly cut firewood.

Crouching down, a pair of cold hands almost lost consciousness, his little hands hurriedly picked up the firewood scattered on the ground.

At this moment, a pair of large hands grabbed the firewood stick in Su Zijin's hand, and stuffed the pure black copper pot into Su Zijin's embrace: Go inside the house, I'll take it.

Su Zijin looked puzzled looking at the round copper pot on his chest. He wanted to buy this thing at the market yesterday morning. It can be filled with hot water and placed under a blanket.

But he was not willing to part with the money in his wallet. So he didn't buy it, and he looked for it at home, but he didn't have this copper pot, and he didn't know where Xue Zhan found it.

“Where did it come from?” Su Zijin hurriedly asked happily, with this copper pot, his hands and feet would not be that cold.

“I just bought it at Xiaohu's house across the door!” Xue Zhan said in a deep voice, carrying a bunch of dry firewood and walking towards the wooden warehouse.

This man usually looked quiet and cold, but Su Zijin did not expect him to be so considerate, knowing that he bought this for him.

Su Zijin's body was cold, yet his heart was warm as he held the copper pot.