Spring thunder sounds, everything grows.

After the Jingzhe, the weather became warmer day by day. Sifang Town, which had been silent for a winter, became more and more lively. The hawking sounds of vendors on the East Street passed through the two streets and reached Wen Tian's ears, making him feel a little dazed and unreal.

He raised his hand to block the sunshine above his head. The sunshine that was not strong in spring made his eyes sore. A crisp teenager voice in the distance pulled him into this trance-like reality.

"Young Master! Youth! Madam is looking for you!"

The boy wearing a festive red dress ran over from a distance, and his white and fat rolling like a white ball wrapped in red cloth.

Bai Tuanzi wiped the sweat from her forehead and stood in front of Wen Tian with breath, "Young Master, Madam, you'll be here to hurry up!"

Tomorrow is the auspicious day for the eldest lady to get married. The young master is the eldest lady's younger brother and wants to send the young master to his husband's house. The process of sending the bride has been explained several times, but the wife was worried and asked him to call the young master over and talk about it again.

Yes, tomorrow is the day when my sister gets married.

Wen Tian thought in a daze that his eyes slowly swept through the festive and ostentatious red silk all over the yard, and his memories surged out like a flood.

He still remembered that he buried his sister at the foot of Nanming Mountain with his own hands.

He was like everything he could do, but he couldn't afford even the cheapest coffin. The only remaining silver money could only afford a straw mat. He used the straw mat to wrap his sister's stiff blue-gray body. There were no Taoist priests chanting scriptures and no relatives mourning. He was alone, next to his mother's tomb. It took him half a day to dig out a pit and bury the straw mat and the body.

Two simple earthen tombs were next to each other, burying his two dearest and most beloved people, but he couldn't even erect a stone tablet.

Dai Fu didn't know what he was in a daze again, so he grabbed the corner of his clothes and shook it, "Young master? If you don't go, your wife should be anxious."

Wen Tian broke free from his heavy memory. He blinked slowly and asked in a daze: "Daifu, what year is it now?"

"The third year of Pingchu, the eighteenth day of the first lunar month!" Dai Fu replied without hesitation: "You have asked three times."

"Is that true?" Wen Tian followed him to the backyard with a dazed look, and every step was like stepping in the clouds, floating and unable to make it happen.

Three years of Pingchu...

He was only sixteen this year, and tomorrow was the day when his sister Wen Shuyue got married.

"In my life, the last thing I regret is marrying him!" A cry of sob sounded in my mind. Wen Tian staggered, Dai Fu, who was beside him, held him in time and asked nervously what was wrong.

Wen Tian shook his head and looked around. The flamboyant red pierced his eyes and felt ache, "It's nothing, let's go there quickly."

Wen Shuyue’s husband’s family is the Jiao family in Lehe Town next door. The Jiao family passed down the poetry and books and is a famous scholarly family in Nanming County. His husband Jiao Changxian has a handsome face and a talented person. He passed the exam for the scholar at the age of 18.

You know, there are not many scholars in Lehe Town and even in Nanming County.

If the ancestors of the Wen family had some connections with the Jiao family, the two families would not have made a marriage early. The Wen Jiao family had a similar family background and was a handsome man and a beautiful woman, which would have long been a good marriage that everyone was optimistic about.

Wen Shuyue sat quietly in front of the dressing table. The woman with the twisted face twisted the slender white cotton thread in both hands and twisted the face for her. Wen Tian looked at this familiar but tender face calmly, and her nose was sour and could hardly help but shed tears.

On the 19th day of the first lunar month of the third year of Pingchu, Wen Shuyue got married. The ten miles of red wares behind him shocked the entire Sifang Town. Everyone said that this was a pair of fairy couples, but the ending of the marriage was not as beautiful as in the myth.

The parent-child died, and the husband married another person with a divorce letter. Wen Shuyue fled home in a panic, but could only hug her head and cry with her mother and brother who were even more unbearable.

Wen Tian's mother Fu Youqin, who was once a prosperous businessman, later retired to Sifang Town and passed on countless wealth to future generations. However, the Fu family passed down to this generation and only gave birth to a daughter of Fu Youqin.

The two elders of the Fu family naturally favored this only daughter, so when Fu Youqin wanted to marry Wen Boli, who was absent from the family, she agreed to the marriage without any obstruction.

Wen Boli married into the Fu family. However, getting married into the family did not affect their relationship. The young couple's life was filled with oil and later gave birth to a pair of twins. The two elders of the Fu family saw it and handed over all the property to their son-in-law before their death, and even let the two children take their father's surname.

This is the painstaking efforts of the two elders for their beloved daughter, but who would have thought that Wen Boli, who looks like a humble gentleman, is behind his back a villain with two sides and three wolves.

Behind the promise of a pair of people throughout their lives, Wen Boli's concubine son was even two months older than Wen Tian.

The hand placed beside him clenched into a fist. Wen Tian sniffed and said in a hoarse voice: "Sister is so beautiful today."

Wen Shuyue opened her eyes to look at him, her eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as him, and she was gentle and gentle, "Mom was looking for you just now, where have you been hiding?"

Wen Tian tried hard to make an ugly smile, "I'll get some breath in the yard."

"Youling is back?" Youling is Wen Tian's nickname. I'm afraid that he won't grow up, Fu Youqin specially gave her a nickname that is easy to support.

She walked in from outside with a small wooden box. She had a plump figure and her skin was white and red because of her pampering place for many years. Her hair was black and shiny. She only inserted a transparent jade hairpin obliquely, but she still showed a graceful demeanor.

The moment Wen Tian saw her, he couldn't help but choke in his throat and shouted "Mom" in a hoarse voice.

Fu Youqin was startled by him and hurriedly handed the wooden box to the maid behind him, took him into his arms and comforted him, "What's wrong? Your father scolded you again?"

Wen Tian shook his head vigorously, hugged her tightly with both hands, like a cub who had been lost for a long time and finally found his way home. He buried it in her arms and cried heartbrokenly.

The woman with face-wrecked face stopped by his earth-shaking cry. She looked at Wen Shuyue and then at Wen Tian who was crying loudly, her face full of at a loss.

Wen Shuyue went over to pat him on the back, but she couldn't help but feel a little funny. This little brother has been so cute since he was a child, but he had never seen him cry like this before. He couldn't help but want to laugh at him, "How old is he, he still likes to cry like he was when he was a child."

Wen Tian also knew that he was too wrong, but seeing his relatives who had passed away for many years standing in front of him, he could not control his joy and sorrow in his heart no matter what.

After crying for a while, Wen Tian reluctantly stopped the sound. He wiped the tears with his sleeves, looked up at his giggling mother and sister, and found a strange reason to make his behavior look less abrupt. "I just... I remembered that my sister was going to get married, and I felt a little sad."

"You..." Fu Youqin reached out and pointed his forehead, her eyes full of love, "When will you grow up?"

Wen Tian lowered his eyes to cover the emotions in his eyes, but on the surface he acted coquettishly and pulled her sleeve, "Mom, please accompany your sister, I'll go out for a while."

Fu Youqin refused to let him go, "Where are you going again? Remember the process for tomorrow?"

Wen Tian smiled and begged for mercy: "Remember, remember, I will go out and come back soon."

Fu Youqin let go of him helplessly, "Let Dai Fu follow you, remember to come back soon."

Wen Tian waved his hand and ran out of the yard quickly.

"This kid..." Fu Youqin shook her head and turned around and returned to the room helplessly.

Wen Tian’s smile faded when he left the yard. He turned back to the door of the yard and looked at the mother and daughter by the window under the cover of trees. His mother held a wooden box and placed it in his sister’s hand. They were smiling and saying something.

He took a deep breath, his temples swelled and hurt. He didn't know why he suddenly returned to the three years of Pingchu. In fact, the moment before he was still making fire in the dilapidated wooden house with air leakage everywhere. After his mother and sister passed away one after another, he was bored, but he was unwilling to die, so he lived in a breathless life. Until a loud roar came from outside the house, he opened his eyes again and returned to the day before Wen Shuyue got married fourteen years ago.

In another night, Wen Shuyue will wear a phoenix crown and robe and marry into the Jiao family.

The scene of Jiao Changxian hugging Xin Huan, showing his might, passed by his eyes. Wen Tian bit the tip of his tongue hard. The severe pain caused tears to spill out of his eyes, but his swelling brain became clearer. He looked back at the yard and then walked out firmly.

This time, he would never let his sister jump into the Jiao family's fire pit.

Wen Tian first went back and changed into an inconspicuous coarse cloth dress, took off his neat bun, tied it with a cloth strap behind him casually, and found a wide cloth scarf around his neck and covered his face twice. Finally, he brought a shabby hat, and then he put on the silver and slipped out of the back door.

This marriage will inevitably not be completed, but the wedding date will be tomorrow. It is impossible to break off the engagement seriously for a while, so he can only think of something else.

After passing through two quiet streets, there is the lively East Street. East Street is a place where ordinary people gather, next to Dongfang City. The streets are filled with stalls, and hawkers are clamoring one after another.

Wen Tian shrank his shoulders slightly, lowered his head and walked through the middle with his hands in his arms. The ordinary thing could not attract any attention. He walked straight to the end of the East Street, which was a dead corner. Many gangsters in the town liked to gather there. If they had no money to use, they would form gangs and send them to sway around the street and collect some money to live for a while.

These gangsters are a good helper for Wen Tian, ​​who is short of people.

The street corner was a bit dirty and messy. The sloppy men sat on the side of the road in groups. When they saw Wen Tian coming, they all showed bad intentions.

Wen Tian, ​​who had dealt with them in his previous life, knew that these people were tempted by money, so he slowly pulled out five taels of silver from his sleeve and spread it in his palm, "I want three people, twenty taels of silver, these are deposits."

"What kind of work?" The tallest man came over, his eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he reached out to take the silver from Wen Tian's hand.

Wen Tian withdrew his hand and looked at him coldly, "There are still two people left."

The big man snorted, waved his hand and called the two of them forward again. They were both big men who were as fat as him, "Tell me, what do you want us to do?"

"Just come with me." Wen Tian deliberately lowered his voice, making himself look even more mysterious and deep, and quickly led the three people out of the town.

There is a Qitianling between Sifang Town and Lehe Town. There are only two roads to pass through. One road is the official road, which is flat and easy to walk around but can be walked far away. The other is the small road, which has to be walked around the west mountain where bandits are rampant, and few people dare to walk.

Wen Tian took them along the third path today.

There is a Sihu River in the middle of Qitianling. Sihu River connects Lehe Town and Sifang Town. Except for the occasional fishermen, almost no one will pass by.

Wen Tian knew that an old fisherman lived by the river in Sifang Town.

When my mother was seriously ill, the old fisherman took a boat to Lehe Town to seek medical treatment. Wen Tian followed the route he remembered and indeed saw the fishing boat tied to the shore.

Not far from the shore, there is also a shabby thatched hut.

Wen Tian asked the three big men to stay, and went up to knock on the door to negotiate with the old fishermen.

After the negotiations were completed, the old fishermen took their group of four to Lehe Town on a boat. Even if they were on the water, it took almost an hour to go along. It was already dark and you could vaguely see the red lanterns lit up on the river bank.

The fishing boats stopped at the simple pier. Nanming County is located in the southeast, far from the capital Qingyang, and has fewer contacts with other places, not even a decent pier.

After paying the money, he told the old fisherman to wait for them at the wharf. Wen Tian led the three strong men to the direction of the Jiao family.

The Jiao family said it was a scholarly family, but the family was not rich. The mansion was next to the noisy market, and across the street were the flowers and willow alleys with red colors.

Tomorrow is the wedding date. Red lanterns were hung on the gate of the Jiao family, and even the stone lion was tied with red silk. Wen Tian smiled sarcastically, pointed to the Jiao family, and said to the three people behind him: "You can help me capture the young master of the Jiao family, and twenty taels of silver are yours."

Wen Tian took out five taels of silver and handed them, "This is a deposit. After the matter is done, we will pay another fifteen taels."

The three strong men looked at each other, and the leader accepted the money, grinned and said, "The deal is completed."

Wen Tian put his hands into his sleeves, hunched his body slightly, and looked at the Jiao family's door deeply through the cover of the hat.

The leading man sent his two men to investigate the situation first, and he himself stood in the shadow with Wen Tian, ​​looking at the quiet mansion.

"I heard that the Jiao family's young master will get married tomorrow. What are you going to do to catch him?"

The hands in the sleeves tightened, Wen Tian remained silent and replied in a low voice: "Jiao Changxian is not worthy of Miss Wen."

The big man laughed and tsk twice. He seemed to understand this situation very much, "It turned out to be jealous for the beauty..."

"He's here." Wen Tian interrupted him and pointed to Jiao Changxian who was shakingly walking by the maid.

Jiao Changxian came back from outside and seemed to have drunk a lot of wine. He left and was sang an untuned song.

After getting closer, Wen Tian heard the content clearly and felt anger reaching his chest.

This person was wandering around the streets and alleys the night before his wedding! They were really blind in their previous life, so they felt that this person was my sister’s beloved!

"Shi Ling's quilt, untied her skirt, took off her red shirt, and removed her green socks..." Jiao Changxian sang her body on the little maid, "...the face is full of flowers, the fragrance is cracked...Don't move, let me taste it..."

Seeing that the two were about to kiss each other in the street, Wen Tian said coldly: "I haven't done anything yet, don't you want the silver?"

The strong man tsk twice and muttered, and he was really good at playing, so he winked at the brothers on both sides and surrounded them in a triangle.

A hand knife knocked the little maid unconscious. The big man held the drunk Jiao Changxian and asked Wen Tian what to do.
Chapter completed!