The sky was gloomy and it was dark with no sunlight.
Shui Hua got up early, went into the kitchen, and boiled a pot of ginger soup.
The old branch secretary shook his head and woke up groggily.
After sitting quietly for a while, looking at Li Laoshuan next to him, he suddenly understood where he was.
The room had been tidied up long ago, but the old party secretary vaguely remembered that he and Li Laoshuan drank the two bottles of liquor yesterday.
"Uncle, you're awake!" Shuihua had just entered the room carrying two bowls of hangover soup.
"Splashes!" The old party secretary got off the kang and asked, "What time is it now?"
"The genius has just dawned. I have just made a bowl of ginger soup. You must drink a bowl first to wake up!" The hangover made my mouth dry and a little uncomfortable.
The old party secretary walked to the table, picked up a bowl of hangover soup, blew on it, and took a sip: "No, I have to go back and tell Wang Zhong that piece of shit first, so as not to worry him."
As he spoke, he smiled and glanced at Shui Hua, as if he was looking at his granddaughter-in-law.
Shui Hua's pretty face turned red and she quickly avoided it: "Don't forget! Let Brother Wang Zhong come to my house for dinner tonight!"
"Don't worry, I won't forget it!" Although the old party secretary is old, he has a clear mind.
"I'll go find him later!"
Shui Hua was secretly happy, but she couldn't help being shy, "I made your breakfast, eat it and then leave!"
The old party secretary did not refuse. Breakfast was very ordinary, including cornmeal porridge, a few steamed buns left over from last night, half a bowl of beef with soy sauce, and half a bowl of braised mutton.
After breakfast, the old party secretary was sent away. The sky was getting brighter, but the cold wind still showed no sign of letting up. Shuihua took out his small box, opened it and took out a handkerchief from the bottom.
The handkerchief was wrapped, and Shui Hua opened it carefully, revealing a small pile of banknotes inside. There were no large ones, the largest was only ten yuan, and the smallest was one cent.
After counting, Shui Hua thought about it, wrapped the handkerchief again, stuffed it into the inner pocket of her arms, put on the headscarf, took out the pair of cotton gloves that Wang Zhong gave her, and put them on her hands.
Li Laoshuan was still sleeping soundly and had no intention of waking up. Shuihua put the breakfast in the pot and moved the thatch and dry firewood away from the stove. After checking to make sure everything was correct, he closed the stove door and left 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 and started doing morning exercises.
Thanks to the good habits cultivated in the first two dungeon worlds, Wang Zhong never thought of giving up training this time.
Wang Zhong's fists and kicks have already reached the third level, integrating modern military and police, Sanda and other fighting techniques, as well as most of Chuanwu's routines and techniques. Wang Zhong's fists and kicks have already shown some 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 with the enemy more than ten times. Although most of them were battles involving thermal weapons, in that complex situation In the mountainous jungle terrain, it is inevitable for both sides to engage in hand-to-hand combat.
During the short period of time in the army, Wang Zhong was exposed to more training in fighting and fighting skills. He had a three-edged sword in one hand and a broadsword in the other hand. With the blessing of his fists and feet, which were not low in level, they had already There is a decent heat.
Weapons are an extension of the limbs.
After being tempered on the battlefield, Wang Zhong can clearly feel his progress. The only shortcoming is that the tempering time is too short. Although Wang Zhong has accumulated enough, he spends most of his time behind closed doors. Kung fu is something that can only be achieved through time and actual combat. It has been tempered, and the time king has spent enough time, but the number of actual battles is too few, and the horror between life and death is not experienced enough to push it to the fourth level.
But fortunately, I have a memory ball!
This memory light ball is simply like a plug-in.
No, the memory ball itself is a plug-in.
Wang Zhong can enter the memory light ball unlimited times, experience his original life, and feel the great terror 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 one more step forward, he could break through this bottleneck. However, this step was not that easy.
After all, fists and kicks are different from other skills.
But just such a step, Wang Zhong has been lingering for so long, but he has never made a breakthrough.
Although it was a pity, Wang Zhong never stopped practicing. Wang Zhong thought very clearly that if his skill level could not be improved, he would practice hard and make full use of his own 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 it explodes.
Such as the inch fist in Wing Chun, the half-step collapse fist in Xingyi, and the iron mountain support in Bajiquan.
In the cold wind, Wang Zhong was wearing only a single piece of clothing and boxing in the courtyard.
The old party secretary clasped his hands behind his back and held the cigarette pole upside down, slowly swinging outside Wang Zhong's house. He happened to see Wang Zhong stepping on Qilin Steps, one step at a time, and punching each other. He stared at it curiously for a long time.
The spiritual attributes that were several times higher than ordinary people brought about super strong five senses, which made Wang Zhongruo feel something. He stopped the movement of fists and looked in the direction of the induction.
"Uncle!" Seeing the old party secretary, Wang Zhong hurriedly greeted him, opened the courtyard door, and respectfully welcomed him into the courtyard.
Although the old party secretary is old, his steps are very steady, "Let's practice boxing early in the morning!"
Wang Zhong closed the courtyard door and replied with a smile: "Doing boxing every day can unblock the meridians and activate the meridians, promote the circulation of qi and blood, and is beneficial to the body."
This is not nonsense. Wang Zhong's medical skills have reached the fourth level, which is one level higher than fists. He not only combines Chinese and Western medicine, but is also more proficient in traditional Chinese medicine. He has done detailed research on physical fitness and health preservation.
The old party secretary nodded and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
Wang Zhong took a white towel and replied while wiping his sweat: "I'm about to eat it!"
"I cooked minced meat porridge this morning. Have you eaten it? Do you want to eat some together?"
"You kid!" The old party secretary shook his head helplessly.
Wang Zhongdao: "As the saying goes, you can never tire of fine food and fine food! I practice martial arts and exercise every day, which consumes much more energy than ordinary people. If I didn't eat meat, my body would have collapsed long ago."
The old branch secretary thought thoughtfully, the more meat, the more oil and water, the more powerful he will be at work. Farmers don't understand the truth, but they still understand this matter that is closely related to their lives.
"Forget it, just know it yourself!" The old party secretary didn't want to teach Wang Zhong, but he was afraid that he was young and didn't know the principle of long-lasting water. However, since Wang Zhong can make money, it is natural for him to eat better.
"Shui Hua's father agreed. It's Shui Hua himself. He said he wanted to meet you first and asked you to go to her house for dinner tonight. She has something to ask you!"
"Meet me?" Li Laoshuan was taken over by the old branch secretary, which did not surprise Wang Zhong. On the contrary, it was a splash. It was worth pondering that he suddenly wanted to see him.
Seemingly sensing the uneasiness in Wang Zhong's heart, the old branch secretary said: "Okay, don't worry blindly. I looked at Shui Hua, that girl, and I am also interested in you. I just don't know why she asked you to come over. What!"
The old party secretary has lived for most of his life and is quite good at reading people.
Wang Zhong nodded slightly and did not dwell on the topic. Anyway, it was about tonight. No matter what the splash meant, we would find out later in the evening.
The cold wind between heaven and earth started roaring again. Wang Zhong had just finished exercising. He was covered in sweat. The cold wind penetrated through the gaps between his clothes and trousers. Wang Zhong was not immune to the cold and heat, but he had a strong physique and was stronger than ordinary people. Can resist freezing.
"Uncle, thank you for your hard work. Go sit in the room and I will bring you breakfast."
"No!" The old party secretary shook his head and said, "I ate it at Shuihua's house!"
As he spoke, he looked around the outside of Wang Zhong's house: "Remember to go to Shui Hua's house tonight. If it's settled and we are planning to get married, your house will be a bit simple like this."
The old party secretary felt that Wang Zhong and Shui Hua's affairs were almost over, and they could consider getting married.
Wang Zhong's family only renovated one side of the house last time, and the exterior walls were not decorated. There were only rows and columns of neat I-shaped joints, with the unique color of blue bricks, mixed with gray cement caulking, which was very different from The style of the other houses in the village is somewhat unique.
Wang Zhong cupped his hands and said with a bit of flattery and flattery: "I have no experience in this area. If it really happens, I will have to trouble you to help find someone to arrange it!"
When the old party secretary heard this, a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, hurry up and have breakfast!"
Although the old party secretary did not agree with his mouth, he had already agreed in his heart. With a faint smile on his face and his hands behind his back, he almost started humming a tune.
Wang Zhong went to the kitchen first, scooped out the porridge in the pot, washed the pot, then returned to the bathroom, wiped himself with cold water, put on a set of clothes, and then started to eat breakfast in a leisurely manner.
In the past, when Wang Zhong ate, he would wolf it down and finish it early.
But now, when Wang Zhong eats, he chews slowly and slowly. As his physique improves, Wang Zhong's appetite also increases linearly. The speed of eating slows down, and naturally he spends more and more time.
However, Wang Zhong was not anxious at all.
The sky was a bit gloomy, but it was fine in the early morning. Only the north wind was howling. Although there were clouds in the sky, it was only a little darker. By about ten o'clock in the morning, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and pieces of fine snowflakes were blowing on Xuan'er. Falling in the air.
Wrapped in a scarf, carrying a basket, wearing a thick cotton coat, and wearing cotton shoes, she walked on the road, the cold wind hitting her slightly yellow face like a knife.
The feet are on the loess and are braved by the cold wind, but the water splash does not feel cold at all. The snowflakes dance with the wind in mid-air and fall on the cotton-padded jacket and turban. The water splash looks towards the direction of Yongquan Village in the distance, with the corners of its mouth slightly raised. In his pair of bright green eyes, there was a bright light that had never been seen before. He tightened the basket in his hand, which was also covered with a piece of floral cloth.
Under the calico, there are five pounds of fresh mutton, two bottles of one pound of white wine, and two pieces of tofu.
Wang Zhong originally wanted to go to the county, but when he finished packing, it suddenly started snowing. He simply didn't bother to go out. He sat at home reading and writing. Although he also didn't have a mobile phone or the Internet, he had never been there. The experience of the first two dungeon worlds was a foundation, but I didn’t find it boring at all.
It was almost three o'clock and almost four o'clock. Instead of showing any signs of stopping, the snow outside was getting heavier and heavier.
Wang Zhong put on his bamboo hat and thick military coat, carried two bags of flour, and headed straight out to Shuihua'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 pot. After the oil is hot, add ginger, garlic and dried chili and stir-fry until fragrant. Then pour the mutton with alternate fat and meat into the pot and fry. saute.
After frying until the mutton fat in the fat was stirred up and the aroma overflowed, Shuihua carefully scooped out two ladles of water from the water tank and poured it into the pot to cover the mutton.
I closed the lid of the pot and was about to cut my favorite potatoes when I suddenly heard a few familiar voices outside.
"Uncle Lao Shuan! Splash!"
As soon as he listened, Shui Hua knew that it was Wang Zhong who was coming from outside. He immediately walked quickly to the kitchen door and leaned against the door frame, "Brother Wang Zhong, you are here!"
Looking at Wang Zhong who pushed open the fence gate and walked into the courtyard, Shui Hua was full of words, but at this moment, she couldn't say a word.
"Shui Hua, cooking! Where is my old Uncle Shuan?"
Shui Hua said: "He went to see my cousin for a drink!"
Wang Zhong was stunned for a moment, looking at the somewhat embarrassed splash, he suddenly understood.
"What are you doing? Let me help you!" The person who spoke also walked towards the kitchen.
Shui Hua didn't react until someone came up to him. The tall figure blocked the light in front of him. Shui Hua didn't know what was wrong with him, so he let Wang Zhong enter the kitchen in a daze.
"The mutton is stewed!" Wang Zhong's sense of smell was so keen.
"What else do you want to do? I'll do it for you!"
Shui Hua didn't know what she was thinking. She pointed at the peeled and washed potato on the grate like a ghost, "Cut the potato into pieces and stew it with the mutton later."
Wang Zhong walked straight to the stove, holding a potato in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. His knife skills were not fancy, but he was very fast and used them very steadily, as if he had been working at the stove all year round.
"What's steaming in the cage?"
Wang Zhong asked while cutting potatoes.
"Steamed buns stuffed with mutton and green onions, your favorite!" Shuihua blurted out without thinking. As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt a little regretful.
Shui Hua had already planned that when Wang Zhong came over, she would pour two bowls of wine and have some wine with Wang Zhong first before asking him, but unexpectedly, Wang Zhong came too early and came directly to the kitchen.
Suddenly, Shui Hua was confused and didn't know what to do.
"As long as it's made by you, I like it no matter what!"
"But the steamed stuffed buns stuffed with mutton are indeed my favorite!" Although he is from the south, Wang Zhong has never liked eating pork, which is wrong. In reality, Wang Zhong still liked eating pork when he was young. Steamed buns, but as I grew up, I didn’t know if my taste had changed or if those businesses had cut corners. The pure meat-filled steamed buns they made always didn’t taste good.
On the contrary, beef and mutton buns became Wang Zhong's favorite.
Especially after coming to Yongquan Village and tasting the nationally famous Yanchitan sheep, Wang Zhong fell in love with it.
Shuihua didn't expect Wang Zhong to be so direct. She blushed a little. She walked to the stove and put corn stalks into the stove. She suddenly felt panicked for some reason. She took a few deep breaths and suppressed the complicated emotions. Shuihua asked directly: "Brother Wang Chong, the old branch secretary came over yesterday and said that you asked him to come!"
"Yes!" Before Shui Hua could continue to ask, Wang Zhong explained: "Originally, I planned to wait until the Chinese New Year before asking my uncle to propose marriage, but when I heard that no one came to 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 discovered that I was indeed far calmer than my peers in other matters. But when I heard that a matchmaker came to your house, I It’s the same impulsiveness and the same anxiety.”
"Then, do you really want to marry me?" Shui Hua mustered up the courage, suppressed the secret joy in her heart, turned to look at Wang Zhong, and asked calmly.
Wang Zhong nodded and said: "Of course it is real, more real than real gold!"
The bottom of his heart trembled, and an unspeakable joy quietly surged out, instantly occupying Shui Hua's heart. Along with a little shyness, a clever smile appeared on the face that was still a little shy involuntarily, outlining the two figures. Shallow dimples.
"You are a descendant of martyrs, you have been a soldier, you are very capable, and you have such great ambitions, but I am just a little village girl. Growing up, you have only been to the county town at the furthest point. You have no knowledge or skills. I can only serve the crops, sew and mend, cook and wash, you...why do you want to marry me?"
Shui Hua subconsciously felt that she was not worthy of Wang Zhong.
The potatoes in Wang Zhong's hand had been cut and put into a bowl. Wang Zhong took the bowl and walked straight to the stove. He put the bowl next to the iron pot, bent over, grabbed Shui Hua's arm, and poured Shui Hua into the pot. Helped him up.
In the eye of the stove, golden fireworks continued to rise, swallowing up the corn stalks stuffed with water, releasing intense light and heat. The cast iron cauldron was burning hot, and there were transparent bubbles under the wooden lid. Freely go up, or float to the surface of the water, or hit the mutton, bubbles come out of the water, the originally calm water surface also surges, and smoke-like water vapor rises into the air along the gap between the pot lid and the iron pot.
The moment Wang Zhong grabbed her arm, Shui Hua felt as if her heart was gripped by something.
As soon as his eyes flashed, he was helped by Wang Zhong to stand up.
What caught Shui Hua's eyes was the sharp-edged face, which exuded a somewhat heroic aura, and the clear and clear eyes, which seemed to have no trace of impurities.
"Because I like it!" Wang Zhong said matter-of-factly.
Shui Hua murmured: "Like it?"
"If you don't like it, why do you want to marry me?"
Wang Zhong had already loosened his grip on Shui Hua's arms. Shui Hua raised his head slightly and looked at Wang Zhong, his hands so cramped that they had nowhere to place them.
"But me!" Shui Hua turned her head and looked a little 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...
The water splashed at the thought, and I felt a little ashamed of myself.
"I'm not good enough for you!" As soon as these words came out, Shui Hua felt that her heart was about to be broken too. Although they had only known each other for more than half a year, the man in front of her had already squeezed in before she knew it. Her heart occupied it all.
"Shui Hua!" Wang Zhong's voice sounded again, and he grabbed Shui Hua's arm with both hands again. His deep words with a hint of vicissitudes of life passed into Shui Hua's ears like a warm current: "In my eyes, you are a very outstanding girl. Your strength, your gentleness, your diligence, and your kindness are all things that deeply attract me to you.
Over the years, I have traveled to many places, met many people, and met many girls as beautiful as you, but they are only beautiful.
Good-looking girls are all the same, but a girl as kind, strong, and attractive as you is the only one in this world! "
Shui Hua forgot to struggle and just stared blankly at the clear eyes in front of her. Listening to the words that touched her heartstrings, she forgot everything else in her mind.
"I like you, and I want to marry you, not because of anything else, but because I found that you are the girl I have always wanted to find. I can't promise anything, but I want to tell you that you are the girl I want to be with." The person who will be hand in hand for life." Wang Zhong said every word in a solemn tone.
Wang Zhong was 1.8 meters tall, a head taller than Shui Hua. When looking at Shui Hua, he could only lower his head slightly.
Wang Zhong strolled forward, and the two of them were only one palm away from each other. Wang Zhong's voice suddenly became gentle: "Shui Hua, if you are willing, please marry me?"
She met Wang Zhong's gaze with a splash of water. She could feel the frankness and sincerity in Wang Zhong's eyes, and she couldn't help but smile again, revealing a beautiful smile.
"Um!"
In his bright eyes, there was a layer of hazy tears at some point.
Wang Zhong's hands couldn't help but stretched out to take Shui Hua into his arms. He raised his right hand and stroked the black hair on the back of his head.
Shui Hua's cramped hands, which had nowhere to place themselves, naturally wrapped around Wang Zhong's waist.
A smile couldn't help but appear on Wang Zhong's face.
This is the closest contact Wang Zhong has had with Shui Hua since he woke up from this world.
Wang Zhong had experienced this kind of experience before, Zheng Juan in the human world, and He Xiaoping in youth, but they had all become part of the ball of memory.
Wang Zhong had never had such a wonderful feeling. Holding Shuihua, Wang Zhong felt as if he was holding the whole world.
Shui Hua closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Wang Zhong's embrace, feeling the peace of mind she had never felt before, and what was revealed on her reddish and smiling cheeks was enjoyment.
"oops!"
Next to them, the corn stalks in the stove were about to burn out, and the water in the pot was boiling more and more violently, as if applauding the two of them. The smoke-like vapor seemed to be dancing for the two of them, and most of the daytime was floating outside the window. The snowflakes still have no intention of stopping, and the sky and the earth are already pure white.
January 20, 1990, the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month of Yisi year, the 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 screamed and struggled out of Wang Zhong's arms. He quickly walked to the stove and was about to squat down, but was stopped by Wang Zhong who walked forward and hugged him.
"Didn't we agree that I'm here to help you!" Wang Zhong looked into Shui Hua's eyes, smiled tenderly, then squatted down and skillfully added corn stalks to the stove.
Shuihua smiled, and all the depression in his heart disappeared. He walked to the side of the stove, opened the lid of the pot, poured all the potato pieces 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.
Turning sideways and looking down at Wang Zhong who was squatting in front of the stove, the smile on his face became brighter.
Wang Zhong seemed to be feeling something. He looked up and saw a sunflower blooming toward the sun. It was as bright as the morning sun and so beautiful that it couldn't be better!
