"Good grandma, spare Mu'er, Mu'er said that's it! In the past few years, when I went to Lingyin Temple to offer incense, I always heard people say how powerful the tea farmers in Longjing Mountain were. If we want to make use of our tea plantation, then it is better to go to Longjing Mountain before going to Fuyang, and then go to get the tea scripture! Song Rumu, who was slapped down by Mama Song a few times, although it was not painful but was extremely embarrassed, quickly hugged Mama Song's arm and said with a smile.

"Mu'er didn't mean to go to Longjing Mountain to invite some tea farmers to Fuyang, right?" Mama Song was surprised, seeing Song Rumu nodding, Mama Song sighed and said: "Not to mention the cost of inviting some tea farmers' money, I don't know if people are willing to leave their hometown and go to Fuyang!" ”

What Mama Song said from the perspective of this era made Song Rumu realize that her original ideas were a little out of line with the characteristics of the times, so after thinking about it for a while, Song Rumu raised her head and said to Mama Song: "Then please only one, so the money should not be a problem!" And Mu'er thinks that Uncle Xiaochuan will always think of this problem, maybe he has already left the tea farmers on the original village, let's just bring a master over to teach some experience. If it is useful in the future, the people of Fuyang will also be used endlessly, and they will accumulate blessings for their father! ”

"yes...... That's easy to do, I don't think about it carefully, but we don't have to go to Longjing Mountain in person, let Song Xiaochuan go and take a look, anyway, he went to buy the tea in the past two years, and he should always know a few masters. ”

Hearing Mama Song say this, and knowing that it would be inconvenient for her daughter's family to enter Longjing Mountain, Song Rumu nodded and agreed to Mama Song's arrangement.

And Mama Song sighed with relief at this time: "I always thought that you were still young, and I always thought that you would take over the housework in two years, but now I see that you think so carefully, and Fuyang Zhuangzi was originally purchased as your dowry in the future, Mama thinks that it is better for Xiao Mu'er to officially take care of the housework from this time!" ”

I heard that Mama Song intended to let her take full charge of the housework, although this could allow her to develop their family's retreat as soon as possible, but if Mama Song felt lost because of this, wouldn't it be worth the loss?

Thinking like this, Song Rumu hurriedly replied: "Ah...... Mama, Mu'er doesn't want it. Anyway, Mu'er will never leave Mama for the rest of her life. Mama's care is the same as Mu'er's! ”

As soon as Mama Song heard this, she understood Song Rumu's dependence on her, so her kind face became even more charitable, but later she smiled with a wry smile of sadness: "You, you are the same as your mother when she was a child." always said that you will never leave your grandmother for the rest of your life, but in the blink of an eye, your mother will leave your grandmother for nine years. Mama wanted to trade my old bones for her life, but that was just a thought. And then you and Nian Zhi are still young, I can't let go of this heart! When you're all grown up, Mama will be useless. Mama will go and guard your mother's grave so that she will know that you are all grown up! ”

I understand the relationship between Mama Song and Song Han's family the most, and I also understand that Song Han's departure has made Mama Song see through a lot of things, so Song Rumu hurriedly covered Mama Song's mouth with her hand and said softly: "Mama don't say it, Mu'er will always be with you!" Mu'er wants to provide for you and send you to the end! When Mama is too old to move, Mu'er will serve you with her own hands......"

Hearing this, Mama Song's brows trembled uncontrollably a few times, and she hugged Song Rumu, who had a serious expression in front of her, into her arms. The wrinkled hand gently brushed the silky long hair behind Song Rumu's back, and said emotionally: "Mama's little Mu'er, with your words, Mama will be content!" ”

Feeling the coolness that penetrated down her hair, Song Rumu secretly rubbed her somewhat dry eyes a few times, raised her head and wiped away her tears for Mama Song with the handkerchief in her hand, endured the hidden pain in her heart, and said with a smile: "Being able to be with Mama, Mu'er is also content!" ”

Mama Song also knew that she was a little out of shape because she thought about the future, and now she got Song Rumu's true words. After all, the heart did not hurt this child in vain. So Mama Song, who was full of joy, gently straightened Song Rumu, picked up the needle and thread on the table by the way, and smiled at Song Rumu while locking her cuffs: "That's it...... When you arrive in Fuyang, you start taking care of the housework. Mama is on the side to remind you of the awakening, which can be used after you get married. ”

Mama Song's insistence made Song Rumu smile silently, only picked up the needle and thread in the same way, and worked with Mama Song for Mrs. Chu's clothes.

After that, Song Han, who had been ignorant of agriculture for many years and now had a lot of experience, thought that he was idle anyway. took Song Xiaochuan to Longjing Village on Longjing Mountain.

"The veteran will go out with a top two", Song Han, who went out in person, invited back two tea farmers from Longjing Village on the same day. This made Mama Song and Song Rumu, who were in line with the principle of economy, sweat profusely, if it weren't for Song Han's energetic performance when he came back, plus his face was full of red light, Mama Song would definitely nagging a few words.

Around like this, Mama Song was also distressed for several days. It wasn't until all the salutes were prepared and Fuyang's Zhuangzi had been handed over that Mama Song let go of the matter and took Song Rumu to say goodbye to several colleagues and daughters.

Since he came to this world, he has been living in the official office with Song Han, although it can be regarded as a warm home, but in the end he is still adrift without roots, even when he returns to Song's hometown, it is also difficult everywhere, where is there the freedom to live alone? Now that they live in a house that only belongs to their family of three, everyone has another feeling. Even Ji Wuchen felt the joy of everyone, and planned to find a good piece of land in Zhuangzi to plant some medicinal herbs, first, to reduce the burden of the Song family, and secondly, to teach his disciple Song Nianzhi to know all kinds of medicinal herbs on the spot.

In this way, when Song Han and Ji Wuchen took Song Nianzhi and the two tea farmers to inspect the tea garden on the spot, Song Rumu and Song Mama took Song Xiaosi and Song Xiaochuan to classify the furniture and other objects brought from Hangzhou. Song Rumu, who was busy until the evening, was relieved, after helping Song Han set up the pen and ink inkstone, when she saw that Song Mama was going to the kitchen to inspect the dinner prepared by Hongxing despite her hard work, Song Rumu hurriedly took the tea language and automatically asked Ying to go to the kitchen to take a look, so that Song Mama could rest for a while, and Song Mama smiled and responded.

The days passed comfortably, and the mood became cheerful, and as Song Han's physical health index rose all the way, Fuyang Songjia Villa slowly stepped into the track. Even the two tea farmers invited in liked it here, and from time to time rushed back to Zhuangzi from the tea garden to play a few games of chess with Song Han, and asked Ji Wuchen for some rough medical skills.

Among them, the only one who is not leisurely is Song Rumu, because he was busy with learning female popularity and kitchen skills, Song Han relaxed a little about Song Rumu. Now once it is loosened, Song Han unceremoniously grabbed his daughter Song Rumu back to the study, personally taught a pair of children to chant poems and make fu, and also taught the two to play the guzheng he was good at.

Thinking about those poems and songs every day, thinking of Song Rumu who wanted to explode for the first few days, and then following Song Han to play the piano for an hour, that is soft hands and soft feet.

You say play the piano and play the piano, your hands are soft and reasonable, but why are your feet soft?

Alas! Who told Song Rumu to be in the poetry class before playing the piano, she didn't want to steal the poems of her previous life, and she wanted to make her own poems? So under the nervousness, the little feet hooked and hooked, and the hook was soft.

After four months have passed since they lived here, when Song Rumu and Song Nianzhi washed their hands and meditated, and played a song "Youth Tour" in the breeze and cold rain, Song Han and Ji Wuchen both got up and praised it!

Song Rumu was very satisfied with such results, she never thought that she would have such a day. Especially when the flowing notes flow out from under the fingertips, the hard work and efforts of the past will all turn into good memories and sink into the depths of the mind, making people a little less impetuous and more of a sense of steadfastness.

After joining hands with Song Nianzhi to thank his father and father-in-law, Song Rumu listened to his father-in-law Ji Wuchen, and smiled as he usually did after listening to the piano: "Okay...... The sound of the piano is far away and plucks people's heartstrings. It's hard for the virtuous brother to teach the two of them so far in just a few months, but I don't know ...... Can my brother have the privilege of listening to my brother play a song again? ”

"Haha...... Why not? Since Brother Ji is willing to listen, then I, Song Han, should play a song to send you to listen", Song Han strode to the front of the Song sisters and brothers, threw the cloak to both sides, and pulled the sleeves of the huge Confucian robe, revealing a pair of slender hands as white as jade.

Finger the strings, and suddenly the sound of the piano surging in the Fengyun Pavilion located in the mountain behind Zhuangzi, different from the leisurely sound of the Song sisters and brothers, Song Han's piano sound is free, and people are inevitably moved after listening.

Although Ji Wuchen's eyes were slightly closed, he frowned after looking closely; Song Nianzhi stared at Song Han's smart hands, hoping to understand something from them; And Song Rumu listened to it for a long time, and unconsciously fell into the past and couldn't extricate herself.

The day their family left Hangzhou was also the day when Shangguan Xiang left Hangzhou and entered Beijing. At that time, Shangguan Xiang, who was dressed up, was like all the women who bloomed brightly in the twenty-eighth year, beautiful and enchanting. Especially Shangguan Xiang's face full of expectation and pride made Song Rumu unforgettable.

From that moment on, Song Rumu decided not to hate Shangguan Xiang anymore. Because Shangguan Xiang cherished her own dreams and bravely embarked on her life journey. Maybe there will be defects, failures, and losses in the future, but at the moment of pedaling, Song Rumu believed that Shangguan Xiang was happy, because she saw Shangguan Xiang smile so brightly for the first time, almost making the late autumn sunshine lose all its colors.

Song Rumu smiled softly because she thought of Shangguan Xiang, and Song Han, who didn't know when the song was finished, had already stroked the piano with both hands as he did at the beginning, closing his eyes and panting slightly.

After a long silence, when everyone turned around from Song Han's inspiring piano sound, with Song Han's leisurely sigh, Ji Wuchen, who had woken up, smiled and said: "Hearing the sound of people, it seems that the heart knot of the virtuous brother has been fully opened, and the brother can no longer hear the slightest bit of depression in your previous piano sound, so the virtuous brother's illness has been cured by now." I'm leaving for my brother......"

Ji Wuchen first told everyone a good news, and then said endlessly.

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Looking at the sky...... Why didn't the pink ticket move? Woo~~ The pumpkin is now very diligent and diligent!