Life can't be smooth sailing, perfect to the point that there is no flaw, after Mo Xiaohe became a mother, she thought about a lot of things, and she was also very constrained in freedom, but when she heard Erzhuang and Meimei call her mother, at that moment, a sense of mission arose, and no matter how tired she was, she was willing to die.

Outside the window, the north wind was raging wildly, and the thick layer of snow that had just fallen on the trees was blown away by the wind, and everything in the distance was misty and unreal.

"You still open the window on a cold day."

Mo Daya shrunk her shoulders and poured a sip of hot tea. Gu Zheng still has the ability, built a house and dug a flue in the ground, stepping on the ground barefoot in winter, all of them are warm, and he can only wear a single coat in the inner room.

At that time, he was in a hurry to build his own house, Xu Tietou didn't expect this, and now he wants to change it, but it's too late, unless the house is torn down and rebuilt. Fortunately, there is a kang at home, and in winter, I sit on the kang after the fire, and put a small quilt on my legs, but it is not cold.

"It's breathable, it's too hot in the room, it's stuffy."

Mo Xiaohe took a sip of tea and found a small box from the cabinet in the corner of the kang, which contained a letter written by her cousin Li Xiu, and the date of sending the letter was about two months ago.

Every year after autumn, Licheng has been snowing heavily, there are not many merchants coming and going, and it is not very convenient to bring letters. Lin Xiucai's family is in Dawu, and he lives with his parents, so it is impossible to come to the north, and it has become a problem for sisters to meet. The distance is far away, I can only use letters to communicate feelings, several letters exchanged in a year, each one is a thick pile, the parents are short, what is new, how the baby at home is, are all fragmented thoughts, but Mo Xiaohe sees it with relish.

When Li Xiu gave birth, he really went through a ghost gate. The fetal position is not correct during childbirth, the fetus is the foot comes out first, and the experienced midwife is powerless, and she still can't correct the fetal position after many massages.

Li Xiu's belly is a twin, it's not good, one corpse and three lives, Lin Xiucai almost collapsed, and in the end, Yingluo made a decision, if she didn't want to watch people die in childbirth, then everything would be subject to her arrangement.

Having a disembowelment and taking the child, Yingluo let Lin Xiucai do the whole thing, and after tossing for a few hours, the twins landed safely, two male babies, nicknamed Dabao and Erbao, and the mother and son were safe.

Lin Xiucai couldn't forget the bloodshed during childbirth, he was grateful to Yingluo, and later took the initiative to find her, begging for sterilization medicine, and wanted to give it to himself, just because he didn't want Li Xiu to suffer that kind of pain again, and the two sons could be regarded as giving the Lin family an explanation.

"Lin Xiucai is very courageous, he doesn't look like a scholar in this regard, I read Yingluo's letter at the time, and thought he was going to castrate himself."

Mo Daya took the letter and smiled, as a man, it is really not easy to do this for his daughter-in-law. What's more, he took the initiative to cut off his own incense, just to prevent Li Xiu from getting hurt.

"Indeed."

Mo Xiaohe nodded yes, Lin Xiucai's move changed her opinion of scholars, and she felt that her cousin had suffered in the past, and if she could be with such a responsible person, life would not be too bad.

Moreover, my grandparents, my uncle and my aunt, and my cousin Li He all stayed in the border city of Dawu, and they also had the support of their mother's family when they encountered things, unlike her, who was separated from her family in two places, Kyoto to Licheng, and almost spanned the entire Dayue.

The weather is cold, the originally prepared clear soup fish pot is temporarily replaced with spicy, there is a dense layer of chili peppers floating in the pot, the fish fillets are soaked for a few seconds, stained with sesame sauce, spicy and fragrant, stimulating everyone's taste buds, after the meal, several people are already sweating profusely.

At the time of the lamp, Mo Daya and Xu Tietou said goodbye and left, leaving only a family of four at home.

Er Zhuang and Gu Meimei began to enlighten when they were three years old, and now they have learned a lot of words, and can read the comic book written by Mo Xiaohe and carefully prepared.

"Husband, let's go down the mountain early tomorrow morning, go to the market, and by the way, accompany you to observe the people's feelings."

Mo Xiaohe took out an account book and flipped through a few pages under the oil lamp, the original counting method was too cumbersome, she had to convert it in her heart for a long time, fortunately, there was a queen mother Mo Yan who was a predecessor of the time, "invented" Arabic numerals, this counting method has been popularized in Kyoto, but the northern city is slightly behind, and the city lord's mansion still continues to be the same old way.

The new official took office three times, and those Diao slaves couldn't distinguish the situation, and they wanted to give her a dismissal, Mo Xiaohe took over the internal affairs of the city lord's mansion, because he had no henchmen, it really took a lot of work.

In this regard, she did not show anxiety, anger and other emotions, but when the next person was doing something, she slapped a pile of deeds of sale on the table. If you want to be a slave and bully the master, that's really a joke, she looks at whoever is not pleasing to the eye, and she will sell people when she lifts her feet, especially those warblers and Yanyan, who don't look good, and her heart is still bigger than the sky, and she wants to get involved with her husband, so she is not negotiable, so she is willing to seduce the masters, sell the flowers directly in the willow lane, or throw them into the red tent in the army! Don't be cruel, everyone thinks she's a noodle person, has no temper, and has no rules and etiquette in the future, is this worth it?

Gu Zheng is her bottom line, no one can touch it, don't think that being an aunt can be superior, it sounds good to say that it is a bit of face, and the essence is still a slave who serves people.

is about to move, Mo Xiaohe doesn't save face for those people at all, she is a dignified daughter of the Mo family, and there is a queen mother on top, walking sideways in Dayue, who is she afraid of?

"Lady, walking sideways, that's a crab."

Gu Zheng replied expressionlessly, already smiling in his heart, but he had never been accustomed to being happy, so he could only use a twitching face to express his feelings.

It is rare to see that the lady has courage, he is happy to see Yu Cheng, those women who have thoughts, it is good to send them out of the city lord's mansion as soon as possible, out of sight, not upset.

He knew in his heart that the last time he returned to Licheng, the slaves and maids of the city lord's mansion didn't come forward at all, for fear that he would have something to do with such a powerless ugly monster, and now that he was the city lord, those people licked their faces and stammered, and it was not for nothing that they recommended their pillows, so he ordered people to strip off their clothes directly and throw them into the snow, as for whether they could live or not, it was none of his business.

The point is that the lady can't be angry, she must be happy.

Mo Xiaohe originally wanted to quarrel with Gu Zheng, but seeing this, she really couldn't find an excuse, but she hated her own neat mouth, which was useless, and she seemed to be quite impersonal.

It's not that she doesn't want to be a person with personality, it's very cool, but Gu Zheng and the two little buns didn't give her a chance.

Gu Erzhuang is young, and his heart and eyes are comparable to a hornet's nest, Gu Meimei loves to have a straight face, she can't say a few words a day, and she is so unsociable before she is four years old, what can she do in the future?

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaohe began to feel deeply sad again. "Okay, go for a walk around the city."

Gu Zheng nodded, as the city lord, he can't do nothing, part of his experience is used for the people. Licheng is cold and frozen in winter, many people will freeze to death every year, heavy snow covers the mountain, snow disasters occur every year, and the thatched roof is simply overwhelmed.

Especially the people in the slums, life is even more difficult, and the old man, with old arms and legs, can only rely on picking up branches as firewood, and the kang is cold in winter, and he can't survive at night.

In Mo Xiaohe's eyes, Licheng is a treasure of feng shui, the surrounding mineral resources are rich, there is a large amount of coal, after mining, it must be more forbidden to burn than firewood, which is a major event for the benefit of the people.

In recent years, Gu Zheng has focused on mining coal mines, after all, the climate in Licheng is harsh, and heating is the top priority related to survival.

"Let's go buy some beautiful flower cloth and make a little jacket for Meimei."

When it comes to Gu Meimei, Gu Zheng is very helpless, he originally thought that there would be a little girl as delicate as his own lady, but he turned out to be like him, and her personality is similar, she will not be coquettish since she was a child, and she doesn't like to talk too much, which is completely different from what he expected.

Gu Zheng pondered, how to cultivate Gu Meimei into a famous lady, at least learn some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to cultivate sentiment, now that she is young, she can still be upright, if she is a teenager, she dances with knives and guns like him all day long, and the men have to be scared away.

The status and conditions of his own family, it is not a problem to raise his daughter for a lifetime, but as a father, he still hopes that Meimei will have a good home, and he is very concerned about this, at least he has to dress up his daughter beautifully.

Mo Xiaohe was speechless, she made a lot of small flower skirts, Gu Meimei disliked it very much, sometimes she wore it in the morning, and changed it after a while, rummaging through Erzhuang's suitcase for dusty clothes and pants, looking at her pouting little appearance, she didn't look like a little girl at all.

This book was first published by Lewen, please do not reprint!