The Only Favourite Ugly Husband

After fooling around with Zhao Jinge, Jiang Zhen immediately felt satisfied. He caressed Zhao Jinge’s body over and over again and then embraced Zhao Jinge, so that their bodies stuck to each other tightly.

Zhao Jinge didn’t refuse him at first, but after being cuddled for a while, he couldn’t help pushing Jiang Zhen away. “It’s too hot.”

Now that the weather was getting hotter and hotter, their mattress was also replaced by a straw mat. Under such circumstances, sleeping together was clearly a torment!

“Just get used to it . . .” Jiang Zhen was actually also a little hot, but he just liked holding Zhao Jinge and really didn’t want to let him go. The places where they touched were wet with sweat. Was that something one could get used to? It was just that Jiang Zhen had such a small request, wouldn’t it be bad for him to decline it?

Zhao Jinge was hesitating when Jiang Zhen suddenly pressed him down, kissing him fiercely for a while. Then he released him, saying, “Alright. I’ll leave you alone. Go to bed early.”

Jiang Zhen wanted to be intimate with Zhao Jinge, but he also knew that should they continue cuddling, Zhao Jinge absolutely would not sleep well, so he gave up on that plan.

These days, Zhao Jinge followed him outside every day, and he was tired.

Jiang Zhen lay beside Zhao Jinge and didn’t bother him anymore. Zhao Jinge felt much cooler now, but was somehow lost.

Just then, Jiang Zhen suddenly reached out to take his hand. Zhao Jinge, even though his hand was sweaty, did not let it go either.

These days, Jiang Zhen and Zhao Jinge went to bed early and got up early, but Zhao Liu and Zhao Fugui, who were older and already slept less, still got up earlier than they did.

By the time they left the house, Zhao Liu was already cooking porridge, while Zhao Fugui was feeding the piglets and cleaning the pigsty. Just a few days ago, Zhao Fugui bought two piglets and planned to kill one for the Spring Festival and sell the other one.

Raising pigs was dirty work, but Zhao Fugui handled it seriously and felt very satisfied. These were his own pigs; this was for his family! As long as he thought of it like this, Zhao Fugui was full of energy. Before, Jiang Zhen wanted him to find someone else to help, but Zhao Fugui disapproved.

When older people had something to do, it made their bodies healthier. When Jiang Zhen thought of it this way, he no longer insisted on keeping Zhao Fugui and Zhao Liu from working. He just brought some meat home every day to make them eat better.

In modern times, Zhao Fugui and Zhao Liu, who were in their fifties, should be careful about eating too much greasy food, but it was not necessary in this situation. Nowadays, the people here were reluctant to use animal fat in their fried dishes. The fat content of pork was considerably lower than that of pork in the modern era. As for the chicken and ducks . . . In modern times, many chicken and ducks had a layer of fat under their skin. The wife of Jiang Zhen’s comrade, whether she ate chicken or duck, would peel the skin before cooking. Meanwhile, in this era, finding a piece of chicken fat in the chicken belly was already enough to make ancient people happy for a long time.

It was just after dawn, and it was too early to go out. Jiang Zhen took out the sand table he had made himself and taught Zhao Jinge how to read.

He read the scholarly book from that time and then found that many phrases had something like “Heaven”, “Earth” , “Yellow” , and “Universe” that he could neither understand nor explain, so he threw that book away and only taught Zhao Jinge numbers and arithmetic. In Jiang Zen’s opinion, counting was just as important as recognizing words. Previously, he watched a scholar buy some things, and he simply could not count them.

Zhao Jinge was older and couldn’t learn as fast as a child, but he was more diligent than a child, so his speed of learning was not slow. However, after seven or eight days, he had only learned seventy or eighty simple words.

“How do you write ‘Jiang Zhen’? ” Zhao Jinge asked suddenly.

Jiang Zhen was stunned. He taught Zhao Jinge to read Chinese characters step by step because he did not know many traditional characters himself. He had to learn them himself before he could teach Zhao Jinge, so he forgot to teach Zhao Jinge to write their names.

As a result, Zhao Jinge asked to learn how to write his name.

Jiang Zhen smiled, took out a piece of white paper from the side and wrote “Jiang Zhen”. He wrote it in regular script, as well as in simplified characters.

It was only after Jiang Zhen had finished that he noticed that he had inadvertently made a mistake. He wanted to write it again, but after thinking about it for a while, he gave up on this plan.

He planned to learn traditional Chinese characters, so Zhao Jinge could also learn traditional Chinese characters, but if it was just his name, it wouldn’t matter if Zhao Jinge wrote it in simplified Chinese characters.

“Jiang Zhen” in simplified Chinese characters was only slightly different from the traditional Chinese characters.

“This is my name.” Jiang Zhen gave Zhao Jinge the paper in his hand, and then wrote it several times on the sand table to show it to Zhao Jinge. ( https://www.google.pl/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fs3-ap-southeast-1.amazonaws.com%2Fplayfulchaos.prod%2Fimages%2Fwriting.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fplayfulchaos.com%2F2016%2F11%2Fmontessori-sandpaper-sandtray.html&tbnid=Co5N1HVdqU-aSM&vet=12ahUKEwj9xYq7mp3pAhVGlKQKHZmOAkAQMyhNegUIARCgAQ..i&docid=Fir88JlZVcYnRM&w=640&h=399&q=%E6%B2%99%E7%9B%98%E4%B8%8A%E5%86%99%E8%B5%B7&hl=pl&ved=2ahUKEwj9xYq7mp3pAhVGlKQKHZmOAkAQMyhNegUIARCgAQ )

Zhao Jinge wrote “Jiang Zhen” on the sand table, one stroke at a time.

Seeing his serious expression, Jiang Zhen suddenly wanted to kiss him, but before he could do anything, Zhao Liu shouted from outside, “Jiang Zhen, Jinge, it’s time to eat!”

In the morning, they ate porridge and salted vegetables. Jiang Zhen was a bit hungry and thirsty, so he drank three bowls in one breath. Zhao Jinge’s appetite was not any smaller than his, and he also drank three big bowls in one breath.

After eating, Jiang Zhen let Wang Haisheng and the He brothers row the boat and took them and Zhao Jinge to Qiaotou. These days, Jiang Zhen basically lived in Qiaotou Village. He occupied Liu Heitou’s gambling house and used it as a place to train his men.

In addition to Wang Haisheng, He Chunsheng and He Xiasheng, Jiang Zhen now had a number of subordinates. Among them, there were some from the gambling house and those who once worked under Liu Heitou. Now that they had joined him, they all added up to more than thirty people. Even Liu Heitou himself was among them.

At the beginning, Liu Heitou was reluctant to follow Jiang Zhen. He could not afford to lose face. However, after Jiang Zhen closed his gambling house that day, he beat him up again the next day and threatened him along the way.

He wanted to find Manager Zhang to stand up for him, but Manager Zhang didn’t care about it at all. In the end, he had no choice but to follow Jiang Zhen and become one of Jiang Zhen’s subordinates.

A few days ago, he was still a leader, but in the blink of an eye, he became a small soldier in the hands of others. One could easily imagine how frustrated Liu Heitou was. However, Jiang Zhen was always watching him and had to deal with him from time to time . . .

Seeing Jiang Zhen taking people to Qiaotou from afar, Liu Heitou’s face darkened again.

Jiang Zhen started training his men again.

At the beginning, he drew a big pie chart for those who would follow him and laid down some rules for them before he started training them, standing in a military posture and walking in a square formation in the morning. At noon, he carried out ideological education, and in the afternoon, they did physical exercises.

Jiang Zhen had to admit that these people were the hardest people he had ever trained. In modern kindergartens, children already knew how to line up, but people here didn’t. They couldn’t even tell the difference between left and right. At the same time, Jiang Zhen asked them to do some boring exercises, and these unskilled thugs refused.

But it didn’t stop him from doing it. These people were just people who had no rules or discipline and had never trained. Jiang Zhen felt that if he was in danger in the future, these people would run away in droves!