After My Husband Ascended to Heaven, We Got Together

An interesting thing happened in Peach Village yesterday. The most henpecked scholar in Murakami actually went to a brothel and bought a concubine, and then brought her in openly and openly. This stung the hornet's nest of his wife. When everyone saw this scene, they rushed to tell each other, and the entrance to the scholar's house was very lively for a while. The scholar's wife is a well-known shrew in the village. It is said that the concubine was slapped hard before she even entered the house. The eyes of the onlookers were bright, and they wished that the concubine and the shrew would start fighting on the spot. It's a pity that the concubine didn't have the courage. After being beaten, she timidly covered her swollen face and hid behind the scholar. She looked at the fierce wife in fear, tears streaming down her face. Her delicate and soft look made the men watching stare. They thought, no wonder the scholar has been cowardly for so long and finally dared to be brave. The concubine finally got in. Entering the pit to clear mines: 1. Double non-C, the wife and concubines had no emotional entanglements before they were widowed. 2. The main attack is the main wife. 3. Shou is a concubine, pregnant with her dead husband's posthumous child, highlight [Boy! Boy! "It's a Boy" has a child-rearing plot. 4. Let me explain here, because considering the difficulty of subsequent survival of two girls in the poor mountains and harsh waters of feudal society, the baby was born a boy. It's not that I mean to offend everyone. This book deliberately set up a lot of buffs. For example, she has many brothers, parents, brothers and father who love her. This is to ensure that even after the story is over, the two of them will have no blind spots in all aspects! ! I had imagined that the child was a girl, and I could write it like this, but in my deduction, in a dangerous rural area, if a family has a girl, even if the child grows up in the future, whether that girl is married or a lily, the family will look like fish on the chopping board. Hey, in ancient rural areas, all women were in the same family. If you know a little about the countryside, you may know that it is really over. You may have noticed that our heroine has to carry a knife when she goes to bed at the beginning of the story. Obviously the place where she lives is not an innocent place. (Of course, I can also set them up to become immortals. Suddenly, the space spirit spring has superpowers, gets ascension technology, or travels to another world. This is also a solution, but this is not the story I want. If I do this, the story will lose all charm for me. It is completely untrue and completely unrealistic. Even if I do this, it will completely conclude that such a beautiful couple cannot be together in reality, which will become a point of abuse for me.) Of course, in fact, even if there are men, they are still orphans and widowed mothers. So I set up the idea that the heroine has a strong natal family in the early stage, and a natal family that she can rely on in the later stage. This can ensure that they are generally safe for the first half of their lives and will not be bullied to death, or be held accountable for committing murder as a result of being bullied. As for the rest of his life, when a man grows up, he will be a filial servant, support the family, do hard work and take care of the two heroines. On the premise of having hope, the whole family can live a good life together. In the end, they achieved lifelong happiness and were buried together after death. In short, the core point I want to express is that the rural living environment is extremely cruel, and this is still the case in many places even in modern times. None of them have superpowers, they are just ordinary people. Many people don't like this, and I understand it. But overall, I'm really happy and honored to see that this story is liked by everyone. Thanks for meeting you. Purpose: After experiencing various difficulties, I found a life that truly belongs to me.