In Gaochao Village, Mo Mo had just returned to the village, and at night, he found a person wandering outside his house.

Mo Mo frowned, opened the door, and shouted out of the door: "Come in!"

As soon as he finished shouting, he hurriedly trotted in from a short distance outside the door to a thin young man, who was the thief Shang Tian that Mo Mo had met in the deep market.

"Mo Shao, I have already done your business, you can check the information on the Internet,...... Can my poison be cured?" Shang Tian saw Mo Mo, and his heart that had been hanging for more than a month was slightly relieved, but he couldn't get the antidote, and he was still nervous.

Shang Tian can't yin Mo Mo, pit Mo Mo is of no use to him, just a child, just want to get the antidote, and never see this little demon king again.

Mo Mo stared at this guy, he didn't expect that he had come to the door, he didn't tell him the address and whereabouts of his home, but he thought that his hometown had already been announced, and he didn't know how many days this guy had been waiting here.

Ling Wenxuan's ugly things are all over the entertainment network, it is difficult for Mo Mo to think about it, he can't imagine that this Shang Tian is clean and neat, more vicious than he asked, and the efficiency is fast enough, it is indeed a sharp blade if it is used well, but if it is not used well, it will only hurt himself.

Mo Mo went back to the house, dipped his hand in mineral water, returned to the courtyard, pinched Shang Tian's mouth open, flicked two drops of water into his mouth with his right finger, and said indifferently: "Okay, you get out, when I have never seen you." ”

"Is this the antidote?" Shang Tiannu pursed his mouth, feeling nothing, as if there were only a few drops of faint liquid in his mouth.

"Why don't I give you more?" Mo Mo sneered and swept him down, "Or do you want to stay?"

"No need!" Shang Tian retreated and hurriedly left here, he had to believe that if Mo Mo didn't give him the antidote, he couldn't do it.

Mo Mo looked at Shang Tian's departing figure, pursed his mouth, closed the door, and went back to the house to sleep.

When Ling Wenxuan's matter was over, Mo Mo slept comfortably and was not willing to get up until noon the next day.

In the afternoon, after the end of elementary school, Mo Mo saw Mo Baobao shaking the grass roots sullenly and walking weakly, and asked curiously: "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Momo, why don't I have a sister? Mo Baobao wondered and said, most of other people's families have two children, but only one in his family, which is really boring.

"It's okay to have a sister or younger brother, just ask your parents to have one!" Mo Mo didn't take it seriously, some people like to be an only child, and some people don't.

It is too stressful for an only child to take care of his parents, especially after marriage, if both of the newlyweds are only children, then they have to take care of four old people, and if there are grandparents of the same generation, it is eight old people, and it is a headache to think about.

However, raising two children is also stressful for parents. If both of them are boys, they will not be able to do much when they grow up, and the parents will be even more worried about the marriage house and bride price for their children.

"Hey, it seems good, it's fun to have a younger sister. The little fat man's eyes lit up, and the confusion suddenly disappeared, but suddenly he was distressed again, "But my parents won't agree!"

"Why do you want your parents to agree, you just agree!" Mo Mo quipped.

"I can't give birth again! what's the use of I agree?" Mo Baobao thought for a long time, but he was still puzzled, and scratched his head vigorously, "Mo Mo, I don't understand what it means." ”

"Why do you want to give birth, you just agree, your parents are responsible for giving birth, such a simple truth. Mo Mo sneered, it was strange that he could understand it at his age, and hooked his finger at him.

Mo Baobao understood and approached Mo Mo's side. Mo Mo said for a while, Mo Baobao was in a trance, his eyes lit up, he understood what it meant, and smiled embarrassedly, but he still asked: "This method is really feasible"

"Of course, I have to, when your mother finds out, it's over. "Mo Mo has never tried it, how to say it, practice to produce the truth.

Mo Baobao jumped a few times happily, and Mo Mo's explanation soon understood, and the smile on his face became sly, but he was still a little worried, but he still decided to come down, and after high-fiveing Mo Mo, he went back to act.

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Mo Baobao's home.

Before dinner that day, Mo Baobao secretly finished his errands and went back to the living room to eat.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Mo's parents were in the bedroom.

"Hey, it's all leaking! What kind of product is so bad! It's all parallel imports. Mo Baobao's father picked up the service aids from the bedside table, tore open the plastic bags, and applied them one by one, only to find that all of them were leaking.

"No, the one I used the other night is still good. The young and middle-aged woman walking by the bedside said impatiently.

Mo Baobao's father closed the drawer a little impatiently, looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly remembered that something was wrong, and said with a scolding: "Fuck son, I always feel that his eyes are a little weird tonight, mostly because of the good things he did, he was numb, and he was all pierced by needles." ”

"Who are you scolding! Forget it, another day, I'm not interested. The young and middle-aged woman threw off her pillow at him, covered him with a quilt, and fell asleep in a short time.

"Damn, I'll settle accounts with him tomorrow. Mo Baobao's father saw that his daughter-in-law slept directly, and he really wondered, tonight's fire can't be on his daughter-in-law, and he will find his son to get angry tomorrow.

The next morning, Mo Baobao was really indispensable to his father's beating, so he could only cry bitterly, find Mo Mo, and explain the reason.

"Alas, I can't think of it either!" Mo Mo sighed, he hadn't used it either, and he didn't know the specific situation.

This messy thing has passed like that, just a condiment in life.

In the evening, Mo Mo had dinner with his grandparents and uncle's house.

"Xiaomo, the village has already started to build roads, and I propose to make a donation monument so that people can remember you. To build a primary school, I and the village committee found a new piece of land to build, and the name of the school was 'Momo Love Primary School', which will be remembered by future generations. Mo Hua took a sip of rice wine and said with a smile.

But after Mo Mo heard the name of the elementary school, he sprayed the rice directly, wiped it embarrassedly, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle, I have no opinion on building a road and erecting a monument to engrave words, but a school still calls my name, it feels so disgusting." ”

"Amo, what's disgusting, you donated 2 million to build a primary school and subsidize the teacher's salary, how can you do it if you don't want to be famous.

If you don't write it, in a few years, who in the village will remember your contributions, and after a dozen years, maybe the new generation will not know who built the school. The eldest lady put down her chopsticks, anyway, she was against donating so much money to her nephew, she felt that her nephew was too stupid, and she felt that she was not so good to his cousin.

"The words are not coarse, what your aunt said makes sense, do good deeds without leaving a name, that is Lei Feng, if he is not dead, it is the country that takes the typical example as an example, who still remembers him.

If you don't believe it, if you don't name the school like that, in a few years, people will forget that you have made a donation. It's useless for you to oppose this, you have to listen to me, and it's settled. Mo Hua said in an unquestionable tone as an elder.

Mo Mo had no choice but to nod and accept, he understood what the aunt and uncle said, after a long time, the favor has faded, and you have forgotten the people who have helped you.

"Nothing else. Mo Hua didn't mention anything about the government, he knew what they thought, he couldn't afford to make it early, and he couldn't get his nephew to donate more.