After living at her grandmother's house for nearly two months, she went to town again, and Mo Xiaohe finally went home with her baggage.

When she came, she brought only a few clothes, and when she went back, she took a bullock cart, which had a large frame on it, and inside it was a gift for the family.

Father and mother are fabrics, relying on brushing their faces, she took a seventy percent cost price in Aunt Wang's cloth village.

The inkstone given to the eldest brother came from the old man's calligraphy and painting shop, and the old man cried with a headache, calling himself a big loss.

Mo Xiaohe snickered in his heart, and bought a duanyan at a very low price.

The characteristics of Duan inkstone are that it is delicate and tender, and the ink does not damage the pen, and it can be ground in one breath.

Weight and light, rigid and soft, lonely to the touch without a sound of fiber, plus the texture is beautiful, each with its own name, very respected by the literati of Dawu.

A good piece of inkstone is not easy to come by.

In my impression, the eldest brother Mo Huaiyuan also has a piece of inkstone, but it is missing.

His classmate, the son of the Zhixian family, used to use it, but later broke a gap and gave it to the eldest brother.

Mo Huaiyuan is like a treasure, carefully kept it, and is reluctant to use it on weekdays.

When Mo Xiaohe thought about it, he felt uncomfortable, why did he let his eldest brother use second-hand goods?

It's still that sissy!

Mo Xiaohe's instinctive disgust for the county magistrate may be because her predecessor did too many stupid things, and she always felt ashamed as if she had done it herself.

It's not as good as home, and after returning home, I can hear Li's chatter every day.

Whenever after dinner, when the sun sets, Mo Xiaohe will return to the boudoir, open the back window, and look at the mountain in the distance.

Always at that fixed hour, in the distance, a tall figure will appear.

Mo Xiaohe and Gu Zheng didn't say anything to each other, staring deeply at each other from a long distance.

She couldn't see the contours of his face, and she thought, he must be strict.

If you want to know Gu Zheng's feelings, you have to look at his eyes.

In fact, his eyes are beautiful, deep and serene, like a deep pool, in which all feelings are hidden.

Mo Xiaohe was sure that he liked her.

For a few days, he had been secretly delivering pheasants and hares, as well as a stack of rabbit skins he had saved.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the soft rabbit fur is inlaid on the neckline and cuffs of the shirt, which is both beautiful and warm.

What is he preparing? Why don't you come to the door?

In fact, Gu Zheng was busy building a house.

I took over the work of walking darts before, and I was in a hurry, and I only had time to circle the courtyard wall.

Living on a hillside, the house must be built exceptionally strongly.

He enlarged the previous courtyard and covered it with a wall to prevent wild beasts from attacking at night.

When Gu Zheng lived by himself, he never paid attention to these details.

If he wants to marry her, he must give her the best environment.

He bought bricks and tiles in the town, because in the mountains, there was no one to help transport them, and he carried them up piece by piece.

Sweat soaked through the placket of his clothes, and he wiped it with his sleeve, as if he had inexhaustible strength.

Thinking of living with her in the future, I can see her warm smile every day, someone to talk to him and eat with him, he is no longer alone, and there is a warmth flowing in his heart.

Day and night, as long as he is awake, he will step up the construction of the house, just to one day, he can surprise her.

He dug a well in the courtyard and built three main houses, as well as a separate hut for washing.

She is a neat person and will definitely love it.

The backyard of the house is very small, a small vegetable plot is opened, and a cage for chickens and ducks is built in the front yard.

Gu Zheng didn't understand the elegance of vassals, he thought that the women of Dawu loved flowers and plants, and he wondered if he could get some seeds and plant flowers to make the yard more vibrant.

"I like flowers and plants, but I'm afraid of being stung by bees."

When Gu Zheng asked about Mo Xiaohe, she answered honestly.

The mountains are full of weeds, and there are many insects and snakes, and it takes a lot of courage for a person like her who is afraid of insects to live in it.

The village is like this, and the climate where the border city of Dawu is located is originally humid, hot and rainy, and insects and snakes are rampant.

When the house was about to be built, Gu Zheng finally remembered to ask Mo Xiaohe's opinion.

She was touched to know that he had been working hard for their future.

This man, who has suffered too much unfair treatment in Dawu and has no relatives and friends, is willing to go into the water to save her and express his kindness without reservation.

Mo Xiaohe felt very sorry for Gu Zheng.

On the other hand, if it were me, I would stand by and think about how to take revenge on society, right?

"It's quiet in the mountains and cool on summer nights."

Gu Zheng had a clumsy tongue, and he felt more guilty about Mo Xiaohe in his heart.

Originally, marrying him, he should have given him a better life.

With the silver in his hand, he can buy a small yard in the town or county, or buy a field in Mojia Village and build a house in the village.

He didn't know how to contact others, especially when he was scaring the crying baby, Gu Zheng was in a hurry.

Many lonely nights, Gu Zheng couldn't sleep all night, he would think about the future.

If you have the opportunity to get married in the future and have your own baby, will the little baby cry when she sees his appearance?

"Brother Gu, don't always think about what you don't have, everyone has their own opinions and opinions, I think you are the best."

This man is always cold, Mo Xiaohe is afraid that he is not confident, and often tells the truth.

She just thinks that there is no man who is more stylish than Gu Zheng!

Chest muscles, abdominal muscles, mermaid line, and two long legs, she has seen it many times, and she still has to drool.

Mo Xiaohe admits that she is a pervert, but isn't it a thing to be proud of having such a husband?

On the other hand, looking at the aesthetics of the Great Wu people, find a little white face who is greased and powdered and has no life skills, or a sour scholar, and wants her to serve men for the rest of her life?

Those people are ugly, but they are beautiful!

She will work hard and live her own little life, and she will not let others know how good her man is.

Mo Xiaohe hates Zhang Cuihua, but she has to admit that the pretty widow has read countless people, and her vision is still quite accurate.

Just by looking at his figure, he knew that Gu Zheng's kung fu in bed was not ordinary.

This made her feel a little crisis, and she had to let Zhang Cuihua, a thorn in her eye, fall hard before getting married.

Gu Zheng is her Mo Xiaohe's, in this life, she is alone!