My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Chapter 4 Mysterious Ancient Book
call.

Zhang Hao raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his blackened sleeves.

He straightened up, looked at the half of the living room that had been cleaned up, and panted heavily.

Drinking for a long time, not exercising, and having irregular work and rest, his body may not be able to catch up with Li Siyu now.

After cleaning up all the house, taking away all the garbage, and tidying up the courtyard, at least it will look like a home, right?

"Siyu, huh, wait a little longer, I'll, huh, after I finish cleaning the living room, I'll clean it up for you, clean up the room..."

While speaking, he turned his head and looked at the grand master's chair at the door.

But Li Siyu, who was supposed to be sitting in the teacher's chair, left at some point.

Even the black donkey she brought was taken away.

Siyu... is gone?
Could it be because of my rebirth that changed the original trajectory of things, so the butterfly effect occurred?

shouldn't be...

Click, click.

creak.

Just as he was thinking.

The sound of the black donkey's hooves stepping on the bluestone bricks outside the courtyard sounded in my ears, very rhythmic.

Then, he saw Li Siyu walking slowly, leading the black donkey and holding an oilcloth umbrella.

On both sides of the black donkey, there were two large bags hanging, one of which had green vegetable leaves protruding faintly.

Li Siyu raised his head, and the two looked at each other.

"It's getting late, I'll cook first, do you...do you want to eat? By the way, Mrs. Zhao also sent rice cakes, do you want to eat?" Li Siyu's tone was not mixed with any emotion, his eyes Also some dodge.

Gollum~
Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and then his stomach made a rumbling sound. An unbearable, piercing hunger hit him, and he couldn't help frowning.

But he still let a faint smile appear on the corner of his mouth: "I'm not picky about food."

Li Siyu pondered for a moment, didn't speak, just nodded, and led the black donkey to the kitchen beside him.

Zhang Hao rubbed his stomach, and his mouth kept secreting saliva.

In his memory, Li Siyu's cooking skills are unrivaled in the whole Zhaojia Village. Anyone who has eaten it will not say it is bad.

In the last life, Li Siyu cooked for him for five years. Even when he was in poor health, Li Siyu insisted on cooking.

In five years, Zhang Hao has long been used to the taste.

After Li Siyu passed away, he never had such a delicious meal again. Every moment, every day and every night, he fantasized about eating it again, even...just once.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand again and pinched his arm.

Hiss, it hurts.

That means that all this is really not a dream.

Wiping off the sweat that was secreting again from his forehead, Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly when he turned his head to look at the living room that hadn't been cleaned completely.

It's not a problem to go on like this, and we still need some tools to increase efficiency.

For example, woven bags used to hold garbage, and ropes used to bind paper shells, etc.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if the living room hadn't been cleaned up when we had dinner later.

And the tools at home... should all be put in the cellar, right?
In the few years before rebirth, Li Siyu took care of the house. At most, he was helping, and it was basically not helping.

Silently sighed.

Forget it, let's find it by ourselves.

Zhang Hao turned around and stepped over the threshold, and walked in the direction of the cellar according to the location in memory.

……

creak~
Accompanied by a sound that seemed to come from a long history, Zhang Hao opened the wooden planks of the cellar.

In an instant, a rotten, damp, and unpleasant smell filled the nostrils.

Zhang Hao raised his hand and waved the smell vigorously. With the light left outside, he looked into the cellar.

The sundries are piled up together, making it appear disorganized, and it is not easy to find a place to stay.

In my memory, except for occasionally going into the cellar to play when I was a child, it seems that I never came in after I grew up...

Throwing away these unreasonable thoughts, he carefully stepped on the ladder that might be older than his grade, step by step into the cellar.

The rotten, damp, foul smell intensified.

Squinting his eyes and holding his breath, he used the light projected from above his head to look at everything in the cellar, looking for woven bags or ropes that might be placed here.

It can be seen that no one has visited the cellar for a long time, and everything is covered with a thick layer of dust.

Without thinking too much, he stepped forward a few steps, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, frowned, and rummaged through the messy debris, looking for what he needed.

It didn't take long for him to find the woven bag he needed, the rope, and the rest.

At this moment, he was attracted by a quaint box in the corner of the cellar covered with thick dust.

He remembered that the old man of the box seemed to be very precious.

When he was a child, he wanted to open it many times, but his father stopped him...

Could it be, what kind of rare treasure is in that box?An unborn treasure?

Strong curiosity welled up in his heart, driving him to move closer to the box.

He took out the box from a pile of sundries and looked at it in front of his eyes.

There was a small lock on the box, but it was dead with rust, and he opened it without much effort.

There are sheets of yellow paper in the box, which looks very old.

Randomly looking through, there are some land deeds, and land certificates that have been abolished long ago.

Sure enough, after knowing it, there is nothing to be curious about.

Zhang Hao smiled, just when he was about to close the box and let him continue to stay in the pile of sundries.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that there seemed to be a book under the place where the box was originally placed.

Book?
Zhang Hao paused, put down the box, and picked up the seemingly old book from the ground.

The quaint yellow wordless cover reveals a strong ancient atmosphere.

Open the cover, and on the first page, there are several large characters with sharp pens and dragons flying like phoenixes.

Zhang Hao took a closer look, but couldn't understand at all.

I just vaguely recognized that it was regular script, or a complex traditional structure.

It's just that this book looks quite old-fashioned, maybe the grade is older than Dad.

After flipping through a few pages at random, I found that the content inside was still in a complex traditional Chinese structure, written in regular script.

Immediately, he temporarily put the book behind him.

After hesitating for a while, he grabbed the ancient book whose name he couldn't understand, and returned to the ground along the ladder.

(End of this chapter)