The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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There is also a backyard with a simple kitchen, toilet, bath room, and firewood room.

In addition to these, a dozen meters away from the house, there is a low small earthen house, where there are cattle raised by men, one large and one small.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and it was dark, surrounded by dark patches.

The man took out the key and unlocked the door. The wooden door squeaked and opened.

He walked to the left of the door, felt a rope on the wall, and pulled it. Soon, a light bulb at the top of the hall turned on. It was an incandescent lamp, only 15W, and the yellow light was very dark.

The village was only powered on the previous year. Everyone in the family was poor. In order to save electricity, they used the lowest wattage light bulbs.

After putting the woman down, the man immediately closed the door and locked it, as if he was afraid the woman would run away. Then he picked up an iron chain he had already prepared. One end of the chain was locked on the roof, and the other end locked the woman's feet. The chain was not heavy or thick, but it was very long. It is tens of meters long, so that the woman he bought can move freely in this room, but can't escape the room.

After the man pulled the iron chain and determined that it was locked, he held the woman in his arms and sat at a wooden table in the lobby. The table is boxy and looks a bit old, but not dusty.

He found a pencil and an unfinished book from the drawer of the table.

After opening the book, he sat at the table and wrote something on it. After writing, he smiled and handed it to the woman.

The woman stared dullly at the words written by the man. She blinked, and it seemed to be a little surprised that the man could write such straight words.

Two sentences were written above:

——My name is Chen Jiahang. You will be my wife-in-law in the future. You can't leave here unless I don't want you anymore.

Second sentence:

——I'll cook for you. You can wait a bit here. You can pour water if you are thirsty.

After writing, the man went to the kitchen in the backyard.

The kitchen is not large, only a dozen square meters, and some firewood is piled in the corner.

He took out the bowl and chopsticks from a small wooden cabinet, and opened an jar with some rice in it. He reached for two rice, washed it in a basin, poured it into a casserole, and started to make porridge. .

There are no more dishes at home, only some dried bamboo shoots he made this morning, and only two eggs left.

He cooked the eggs in the stove, and the bamboo shoots were simply fried.

Half an hour later, he came to the hall with his food and put it on the table in the hall.

The woman he bought was unexpectedly quiet. Unlike someone else ’s mouth, the daughter-in-law who bought it would make a lot of noise and even commit suicide. She did n’t cry and did not cry. At this time, he was holding his pencil And book, what is written on it.

Does she also write?

He was curious, and after putting down the chopsticks, he stood quietly beside her.

Under the light, he could see what she was painting on the book, and a portrait of a child appeared shortly after.

He is a child who looks very small and looks very beautiful and cute.

It turned out that she could paint, and it was much better than him.

Chen Jiahang lay on the table and smiled at the woman. Looks silly, like an older child.

The more he looked at him, the more he became interested in this silent wife.

He frowned, pretending to grab the book and pen angrily, and then brushed a line on the book:

"What's your name? Can you write? No, I can teach you."