I couldn't help but pick up the persimmon cake and took a bite, sweet but not greasy with a little tenacity, although it was cold, the taste was different.

"Hehe, my brother believes it! Uncle and Aunt Chunlan take good care of me, and the money will give me a lot of money when the pastries are sold! Mu Qingqiu blinked and smiled innocently.

Who would have thought that in this innocence, there is a hidden trick to make money?

couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, Mu Qinghuai nodded, his shoulders were slightly loose, as if he was a little frustrated, and he was still a little stunned when he looked at the persimmon cake in his hand.

"Brother, try the walnut cake! And the biscuits! Mu Qingqiu snatched the persimmon cake in Mu Qinghuai's hand, and stuffed the walnut cake for him.

Persimmon is difficult to control, so it is better to eat less at night.

Mu Qinghuai silently bit some walnut crisp, he was already surprised and didn't know how to be surprised.

"Is my brother coming back from the school? I'm going home! Mu Qingqiu carries the memories of his previous life for thirty years, and seeing people and things will never be limited to the vision of a six-year-old child.

She could see that her cousin Mu Qinghuai's life was not good, it was snowing and he was still wearing single clothes, Mu Qingqiu subconsciously looked at Mu Qinghuai's feet, where was there a package, it was brought by Mu Qinghuai, looking at the bulging bag, like packed cotton.

Alas! Mu Qingqiu probably knew what was going on, her cousin was really a lovely teenager, and at this moment she was even more sure that Mu Qinghuai's kindness to their sister and brother was from the bottom of her heart.

It's just that this cousin has a little inferiority, is not very expressive, and lacks some handsomeness.

"Huh? Oh! No, I'll go straight back to school. "Mu Qinghuai came back on leave, so he dared to go home, and if that home was unnecessary, he really didn't want to go back.

Hearing this, Mu Qingqiu smiled, his eyebrows crooked.

She got up and went to the zuò room, packed up all the remaining pastries, and made two rattan baskets, a rattan basket of walnut crisp and persimmon cakes, and a rattan basket of biscuits.

The biscuits are cute, and they are reserved for my brother to eat, and they can be used to make up the numbers at this time.

"Brother, you can bring these to eat!" Mu Qingqiu packed the rattan basket and packed a cloth bag of dry food: "These dry foods are roasted and heated on the fire and eaten directly, or they can be eaten with broken steamed buns, and my brother will take them." "In addition, Mu Qingqiu didn't know what else to pretend.

There was a lot of silver in his hand, but Mu Qingqiu looked at Mu Qinghuai's appearance and knew that he hadn't reacted yet, so he was afraid that he wouldn't ask for it.

"How can this be done, no need to use it, Qiu'er keeps it for herself to eat, and gives it to Xuan'er to eat......" Mu Qinghuai was a little flustered, when the little cousin and the little cousin were the most helpless, he didn't help, but came to eat and drink when the little cousin was having a better time? How does this work?

Thinking that his behavior was like a laipi, Mu Qinghuai was ashamed for a while.

Mu Qingqiu didn't say much, and directly took Mu Qinghuai to see his own room, where the rice jars, noodle jars, and all kinds of altars and jars were full, and Mu Qinghuai was dumbfounded.

I secretly compare myself with my own house, not as much as I don't know, and I'm scared.

He found that his family's food stock was not as abundant and complete as Mu Qingqiu's family.

"Brother, you don't know, I don't have any big expenses in my hands after building a house, and my uncle said that I am small, and it is not safe to have more money in my hand, so he opened a private account for me, and he helped me manage the money, and I only took the voucher. Uncle He was afraid that I wouldn't have enough to eat, so he sent me food. There are so many and so many things to eat, if you can't finish them, they will spoil. ”

Of course, the money Mu Qingqiu earned was in his own hands, and he didn't believe Mu Qinghuai. It's just that she always has to find a place to go for the whereabouts of the money, otherwise let Mu Qinghuai understand that she may be holding silver in her hand, and she can't worry about eating and sleeping?

Mu Qingqiu understands the truth that the husband is not guilty and his guilt is guilty, and Mu Qingqiu also understands the truth that wealth is not exposed.

She could see Mu Qinghuai's concern for their sister and brother, and also Mu Qinghuai's obsession with studying.

"Sister, sister, look, look at me." Neither of them paid attention to Mu Qingqiu, and Mu Qingqiu changed into a cotton coat, the blue eighty percent new material, it was Mu Qinghuai who took his robe to the ready-to-wear store to change. Seeing that the half-old cotton clothes were turned out by Mu Qingxuan, Mu Qinghuai was stunned, and his face was a little stiff.

If it was more than a month ago, this cotton coat would have been the best thing for Mu Qingqiu's sister and brother.

But now, Mu Qinghuai has witnessed with his own eyes that Mu Qingqiu's life is no longer what it used to be, and if he takes it out again, it will be a little redundant, and even some people will be buried.

Mu Qinghuai originally wanted to be taken away quietly, but he didn't expect to be searched out by the little mouse Mu Qingxuan.

"Well, the size is right, just change it, thank you, brother." Mu Qingqiu smiled sweetly, very sincerely.

"Brother, thank you brother too." Mu Qingxuan threw himself on Mu Qinghuai's lap, holding his little head high, and laughing happily.

After finishing his eyes, he picked up another cotton coat that he turned out on the stool and showed it to Mu Qingqiu: "Sister, look, there is another one, which belongs to my sister." ”

The cotton coat of the same color as Mu Qingxuan is much bigger, and the sleeves are wrapped in red cloth, which should be made of cloth.

Mu Qingqiu couldn't help but look at Mu Qinghuai twice, but he didn't expect his cousin to be quite careful.

After all, girls don't look good when they wear gray and autumn, and they look a little better with this bit of red.

The room was warm, Mu Qingqiu took off his big cotton jacket when he was cooking, and only wore a thin cotton coat at this time, so he took the cotton coat from Mu Qingxuan's hand, put it on his gloves, and showed Mu Qinghuai and Mu Qingxuan beautifully: "Is it good-looking?" Look good! ”

At this point, the stiffness on Mu Qinghuai's face and the apprehension in his heart were all removed, and the smile on his face became warm.

Thinking of the number of family members, no matter what happens, you can find faults.

On the other hand, the little cousin, who has a good life, does not dislike him at all, this feeling makes Mu Qinghuai's nose sour, this is a relative!

Before Mu Qinghuai left, Mu Qingqiu still couldn't hold back, took two taels of silver, wrote another IOU, and handed it to Mu Qinghuai: "Brother, sign it, this money will be lent to you to buy cotton clothes." This is rude, but how can you persuade Mu Qinghuai to buy a cotton coat to wear?

Wearing single clothes on a snowy day will freeze to death.

Mu Qinghuai looked at the paper in his hand, his eyes were stunned, he was really surprised today, did he hallucinate? The little cousin can actually write? He didn't even know when Mu Qingqiu learned to write.

Seeing Mu Qinghuai like this, Mu Qingqiu's heart was bad, and he stuck out his tongue and said mischievously: "Brother, how is Qiu'er's handwriting?" I've also taught it to Juan'er! Mu Qingqiu avoided the focus of his words, and shunled Mu Qinghuai's doubts.

"En, my sister taught me how to write." After finishing speaking, Mu Qinghuai ran into the house on his feet, took out the big characters he practiced today and gave them to Mu Qinghuai, looking at Mu Qinghuai with bright eyes, waiting for praise.

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Yesterday, I saw a report in the WeChat author's assistant, 'Six years on the street, how many tears are there behind the daily sales of new books as soon as they are on the shelves?' This is the experience of Liu 18, the author of "The Last Captain Who Touched Gold", Liu 18 is really persistent, and his history of struggle is so inspiring.

Liu Shiba's success has undoubtedly lit a beacon of enlightenment for too many authors.

But when I saw his inspiration, I also found my own shortcomings, updating more than 100,000 words, and collecting only more than 100 words, which is definitely the rhythm of hitting the street!

Ahem, let's talk, just talk.

Hehe, this time the pit is opened, this is the first book in the new number, and most of the first books in the new number are not good, I know it in my heart. I still have a lot of friends who support me, I'm already very happy, hehe, to paraphrase my previous sentence, I've already written so much anyway, what are you afraid of?

Insist on updating and strive to do your best.

Hehe, come on!!