The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

Shan Yu didn’t care about Wan Qiu’s dating history.

He said, “What happened in the past is in the past. Don’t think about him anymore. If it were someone else, I would help you but he is a married man with children, and you two are really not suitable. But don’t worry, you are still young and will meet a good person…”

Today, while it was dark, Shan Yu secretly checked Wan Qiu’s pulse.

His bone age was eighteen years old, his physical condition was extremely poor, but his vitality was really strong.

Shan Yu regarded Wan Qiu as a pitiful little brother, and thought that before he went home, he must settle Wan Qiu well, and it would be best if he could find a husband for him. That would be perfect.

But when Wan Qiu heard this, it was as if Shan Yu was accusing him of having an affair with someone else and was beating around the bush to get rid of him.

Such a result was undoubtedly no different from beating himself to death directly. If he was divorced, Wan Qiu felt that even if he died, he would not die cleanly.

Wan Qiu knelt down on the ground with disheveled hair, walked a few steps to Shan Yu’s side, put his skinny hands on her husband’s knees, and choked with tears: “Husband, I didn’t… I really didn’t have anything with him…”

Probably in this kind of feudal society, a person’s chastity was particularly important. Wan Qiu couldn’t explain it clearly, so he wanted to kill himself head-on to show his innocence.

Shan Yu was startled, and hurriedly grabbed him, held him in his arms and comforted him: “You are still pregnant with the baby, don’t get excited, it is not good for the child.”

Wan Qiu laid in Shan Yu’s arms and cried aggrievedly: “Husband, this child is really yours, I really haven’t been with anyone else…”

Shan Yu looked at the sky speechlessly, looking at the broken roof with stars above his head, without saying a word. Wan Qiu was about to hit the wall to prove himself and Shan Yu was so scared. He hugged the person in his arms a little tighter, patted Wan Qiu’s thin back, and said repeatedly: “I know, I know, I don’t mean that, don’t think too much about it.”

In order to better comfort the emotional person in his arms, Shan Yu picked up Wan Qiu horizontally like a coaxing child, and walked back and forth a few steps in the kitchen where one or two stars were exposed.

But it was a pity that Shan Yu had no experience in coaxing a wife, so he could only stare silently at Wan Qiu, who was stunned in his arms, and watching his tears streaming down his face.

In this situation, Shan Yu thought of a poem…

A bright moonlit night, a small pine hill, a lonely grave thousands of miles away…

Shan Yu almost threw the scary-looking Wan Qiu out of the door. He quickly put the person next to the stove and said, “Stop crying. You go and light the fire. We’ll make fish soup. We’re need to eat.” He avoided Wan Qiu’s sight and wanted to deal with the herbs, but his sleeve was tugged.

Wan Qiu handed the eggs given by Grandma Wang to Shan Yu, wiped his tears and said, “Husband, eat this to cushion first, and I’ll go cook.”

Shan Yu wasn’t actually very hungry. On the way back from the Deadly Forest, he and Wan Qiu ate the leftover grilled fish today and chewed the honey from the roots of the acacia tree to replenish their strength. At this moment, he saw Wan Qiu giving him eggs, so he shook his head and said: “Save it for the child in your belly. There is nothing at home. It’s not easy, give it a tonic to the child…”

The voice was smooth and Shan Yu was gentle.

When had Wan Qiu been treated like this? Uncontrollably, he started crying again.

Shan Yu had a toothache and asked strangely: “Why are you crying again?”

Wan Qiu shook his head, moved slightly, and walked into Shan Yu’s arms step by step. He choked in a low voice and said: “Husband likes to eat alone the most. I wish I could eat it. He drinks day and night, and doesn’t care about me at all. Now that husband is so good to me, I feel like I’m in a dream…”

Shan Yu, who didn’t know where to put his hands, said: “…I also feel that I It’s like a dream.” ‘Unlike your sweet dream, this is a nightmare for me, very scary.’

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Wan Qiu lit a fire to make fish soup. Shan Yu lit the fire from the stove to the charcoal basin to light and keep warm, and then fiddled with the herbs he had picked.

In addition to the MSG leaves that could be eaten, there were also two types with higher medicinal value.

Panax notoginseng, Japanese catnip.

The former removed blood stasis and stopped bleeding, cleared swelling and relieved pain. It was the main component of life saving medicine and had excellent effects when taken internally or externally.

The latter was good for joints, nourished blood and Qi, could be used as medicinal bath, and had certain decontamination ability. It was a good repair product for skin and hair.

After Shan Yu finished what he was doing, the delicious fish soup came out of the pot.