Insufficient balance

  A coarse white hemp mourning dress, a white cloth tied on her head, a goose egg face was very delicate, eyes were red, eyelashes still wet, small nose also frozen bright red, she was looking at him timidly.

  Zheng Shaopeng stared at her in a daze, Yang Han's wife? Isn't she too young? Shouldn't she be in junior high school or something? Although he had experienced death and rebirth many times and was used to quickly adapting to new lives, when he first saw his new wife who was so 'young', his heart still felt extremely strange.

  His extremely weak body supported him kneeling for a while, and he began to sway again. Before fainting again, he forced a smile and said to her: "Don't be afraid, I'm not dead yet."

  Han Youniang's eyes were wide open, staring at him intently for a moment, her tears gradually blurring her vision. After a long while, she suddenly burst out crying loudly.

  This cry was so heart-wrenching that a chill ran from the base of Zheng Shaopeng's spine to the back of his head, how much sorrow and humiliation must he have endured to cry like this?

  Han Youniang cried bitterly, her hands tightly grasping the coffin, afraid that if she let go, it would collapse to the ground. Usually, she just silently took care of him, doing her duty as a wife. When she first married him, they hadn't even exchanged a few words, and in fact, there wasn't much deep affection between them.

  But now she finally knows what he means to her, how important he is. Even if he only has one breath left, he is still her man, and with him around, this family is not finished yet, it still has a pillar to rely on.

  Zheng Shaopeng was moved to tears by her, and just as he wanted to comfort her with some words of courtesy like "nice to meet you, please take care", unfortunately his body didn't cooperate, his mouth opened and closed like a sticky fish, but nothing came out, and instead his eyes rolled back and he fainted again.

  The mourning hall was in chaos again, and Han Youniang, who had come to her senses, cried and shouted as she pulled him out of the coffin. Old Master Yang had heard that some people had pretended to be dead before, so he wasn't too surprised. Seeing Yang Ling come back to life, although he felt a bit awkward in his heart, he was mostly happy.

  After all, Yang Ling is the only person with a meritorious name in this Ji Ming Yi Fortress. Having such a person in the clan is also an honorable thing, and it can be said that he is his own Yang family's bloodline.

  Previously, he was moved by his son to rush and seize the property. Although it was for the sake of his son, in his private heart, there was a half concern that this young widow could not keep it, and after a few years, she would remarry with Yang's family property. Now that his nephew is alive, he has gone to take care of this matter, and he has also put away that thought.

  He was extremely embarrassed to ask someone to help lift his nephew onto the bed, and then asked someone to find a doctor. After being busy for half a day, he finally left with the support of his children and grandchildren.

  Two bowls of millet porridge, a dish of radish and salted vegetables, this was the first meal Yang Ling had with his wife after he transmigrated from being Zheng Shaode, the great philanthropist of the nine generations. A oil lamp swayed on the stove as if it would go out at any moment, filling the room with a smoky smell.

  In the previous eight reincarnations, he was either a wealthy family or a powerful and noble one. Suddenly eating such food, despite being hungry, Zheng Shaopeng, who is now Yang Ling, a Xuanfu scholar in the 17th year of the Hongzhi era of the Ming Dynasty, also barely ate seven full and could no longer swallow.

  Han Youniang, however, found it very delicious. Although the coarse tea and plain rice were too bitter, seeing her husband not only come back to life but also able to get out of bed and eat on his own, her small heart was filled with joy and satisfaction.

  Looking at the empty house, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh. He looked at Han Youmeng, who was still a little girl, and saw that she had finished drinking a bowl of millet porridge with great relish, even using her small tongue to lick the rim of the bowl clean. Yang Ling's heart felt a pang of bitterness: "That damned Ghost Judge must have fooled me! If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have enjoyed my life as a billionaire so much back then... although I was a bit older... What can I do now? Should I really go and live for another thousand years minus one year? That's not even worth it. At least... this wife of mine may be young, but she's really lovely to look at."

  He thought to himself, seeing Han Youniang put down her bowl, he pushed over the half bowl of millet porridge he had left and said in a warm voice: "Not full yet? Come on, drink this too."

  Han Youniang only dared to take a glance at her man, his appearance was still quite haggard, but his spirit had improved a lot, and his eyes had regained their luster. Seeing his good-looking eyes gazing at her warmly, Han Youniang couldn't help but feel a little shy, she lowered her eyelids and said softly: "Husband, you've just recovered from your illness, you should eat more to regain your strength."

  Yang Ling thought for a moment, then searched his mind and came up with the term "wife", but this ancient way of addressing her felt really awkward. Fortunately, the original Yang Ling had been dazed and confused since he fell ill, not even bothering to open his eyes, let alone call her "wife". So he called out to her using her milk name: "You Nang, I've just recovered from my illness, so I can't eat too much. If you don't eat it will go to waste."

  Han Youniang thought for a moment, smiled shyly at him, took the bowl and said in a low voice: "Thank you, sir."

  Yang Ling carefully looked her up and down, this girl had already taken off her mourning dress and changed into a blue linen shirt. Her face still looked young and tender, possibly due to years of martial arts training, but her figure had developed into that of a big girl. She was pretty, with slightly dark skin, dense eyebrows, a straight nose, full lips, and shiny black eyes, looking very lovely.

  She felt her husband looking at her, and Han Youniang thought that there was something not elegant about her eating posture, and she couldn't help but feel a little shy and turned away. Since getting married, this was the first time they had sat together to eat, although they had been married for almost half a year, in her impression, her husband's image in her heart was still a blank slate, except that she knew his name, knew he was the youngest scholar in Xuanfu, and was the only man with honors in Jī Míng Yì Bǎo, she didn't know anything else.

  In the middle of this house is a dining room, as soon as you enter the door is the stove, to the right is the bedroom, and inside there is a faint scent of medicine. The left side was originally the residence of Yang Ling's parents, after the old man passed away it was idle, used to store some miscellaneous items.

  The dining hall was also the living room, and it was also Yang Ling's mourning hall. Han Youniang was afraid that his body was too weak, insisted on not letting him move, supported him to sit on the kang, and went to pile up the couplets, incense paper, gold and silver ingots and other things sent by others behind the door, dismantling the mourning hall, and also busy with a fine sweat.

  Watching Han Youniang quickly tidy up the house, Yang Ling couldn't help but secretly sigh. They say that modern girls are exposed to many things and eat well, so they mature early. But what's this "early maturity"? It's only their bodies and desires that mature early. Look at Han Youniang, she is truly mentally mature.

  A fifteen-year-old girl, who had just married into a poor family and was forced to care for a bedridden patient. It's really pitiful for her, and it's unknown how she managed to get through the past half year. Looking at her beauty and obedience, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel some affection. The girl's simple and pure appearance evoked feelings of sympathy and fondness in his heart, making him think that he wouldn't want to ruin someone else's life when he himself only had two years left to live.

  Han Youniang finished collecting the medicine and turned her head to see him sitting on the kang, staring at herself. She couldn't help but feel a flush on her face. For more than half a year, she had been waiting every day for her man to wake up. Now that he was really awake, being looked at by him made her feel uneasy all over.

  She felt a bit embarrassed, and with a blush, she walked into the house to brighten up the oil lamp. Seeing his gaze still sizing her up, her face grew hotter and hotter, but she didn't know how to strike up a conversation with him. She lingered in the room for a while, then, with a red face, came over to pull out a thin quilt and spread it over his legs, stuttering: "Master, you just regained consciousness, rest for a bit longer, I...I'll go next door to Li's house for a visit, and come back soon." After finishing speaking, she escaped from the room.

  Yang Ling smiled slightly, and a warm feeling surged up in his heart. He didn't know what illness he had originally suffered from, but since the possession, apart from being bedridden for a long time and suffering from malnutrition, which made him weak in all four limbs and short of breath, there was nothing seriously wrong with him.

  As soon as he saw Han Youniang run out, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, just in time to take the opportunity to get familiar with it. At this glance, his heart also couldn't help but cool down by half, everywhere was empty, really a poor household, pitiful indeed.

  He walked to the opposite house, from Han Youniang's mouth, he already knew that this was originally Yang Ling's parents' residence, now empty, with some miscellaneous items inside. He walked to the door and lifted the grain bag, only less than a bowl of broken rice left inside. No wonder she only cooked two bowls of porridge in the evening, and drank her own half-bowl leftover porridge so fragrantly, also didn't know how many days hadn't eaten a full meal yet, Yang Ling's nose was a bit sour.

  Such days are a problem to live, how can this big winter pass? I said mixed eating and waiting for death, but didn't say to starve to death. He cursed the judge little devil in his heart one by one.

  The room was not big, and there were few things in the house, so he walked around a few times and then went out. The night in the mountain village was dark and hazy, with only a small oil lamp lit in each household, which didn't shine very far. It wasn't like the countryside nowadays, where everything is bright and shining. He looked up at the crescent moon hidden behind the dark clouds and felt a chill run down his spine. The fields were quiet and still, and he had no idea where Han Youniang had gone. Just as he was thinking of going back inside, he suddenly heard a creaking sound not far away, followed by the barking of dogs.

  She listened carefully and heard a voice of an elderly woman from a distance saying: "Young girl, it's dark at night, be careful on the road".

  Then the young daughter's crisp voice said: "Ah, thank you Li Dama, this grain will be repaid when our family has a harvest next year."

  Yang Ling quietly walked to the edge of the low wall, where snow swept from elsewhere was piled up. He supported himself on the low wall and looked over, seeing an old woman with a full head of white hair holding an oil lamp in one hand and pushing the door open with the other. Yu Niang must have already left the courtyard.

  All that was seen was the old woman shaking her head and sighing, and as she closed the door, a voice from inside the house said: "Old companion, Autumn has come, and our family's leftover grain is not much either".

  The old woman muttered to herself while closing the door: "Alas, I know, but this young girl is pitiful, and if we can help, let's lend a hand. Besides, Ling'er that child has a promising future, great calamities will not kill him, he must have good fortune in the future..."

  As the door closed, the words below could no longer be heard. Yang Ling heard a sound from his own courtyard gate and saw a petite figure walking in, and he couldn't help but take two steps forward to greet her.

  Han Youniang saw a figure walking into the courtyard and was shocked, thinking it was Yang Quan coming to flirt with her again. She held a small bag of food in one hand and pulled out a stick from behind the gate with the other, saying in a low voice: "Get out, otherwise...otherwise I'll call my husband."