Lin Shi frowned, "What are you telling Ye'er about those things?" I don't know, I thought Ye Er hurt him, why do you want to find Ye Er!! ”

The Lin clan was in front of Mo Qingye. In the past two days, it has spread all over the village.

Then the prince of the royal family is not lifted! These things are easy to talk about in front of Ye'er. Even if this is not the case, are they embarrassed to ask Brother Shu'er's master?

Originally, he was unhappy when he accepted Brother Shu'er as an apprentice, but now he is still pushing people over, which is not to give people a chance for nothing.

And if you recognize other people's masters, you have taken advantage of them, so why are you constantly troublesome people.

The Lin clan is now much tougher than before, and all the things in the past now feel a little resentful when they think about it. The eldest sister of the Wang family didn't give the Wang family a lot of bad ideas.

Mo Qingye looked at the Lin family with a smile, now that her mother's temperament is actually crushing her father to death.

Mo Zhiyuan touched the back of his head, seemingly a little embarrassed.

Seeing Ye Er's bright eyes, he didn't mention it in an instant. It has nothing to do with your own family, so why bother to take care of things again. If something happens to his father, he won't care about it, but the idle people and so on, forget it.

"That's okay, we don't care about other people's business, Daddy refuses. It's good to close the door and live our own lives. Mo Zhiyuan said humbly.

That look made Lin's fire nowhere to go.

Her family is honest and honest, which is why the old mansion has relied on them for so many years. Now that my family is finally getting by, I can't let people destroy it.

Mo Qingye didn't explain, since the Lin family said it for her, she didn't care.

"Mother. In the afternoon I went to town. It is estimated that Ming'er will only come back. Pondering, Mo Qingye said.

Mo Zhiyuan was taken aback, "What are you doing in town?" We don't have a place to rest there, your grandfather took Sister Lian there, and it's not good for us to live there again. ”

Lin had a black face. When I went to the old mansion that time, I heard a message from the uncle's family and asked two sisters to go to the town to accompany Miss Fuzhong. As a result, Mrs. Mo sent Sister Lian without saying a word.

Although Lin was disdainful, he was also a little uncomfortable.

Didn't you just see that Ye'er wanted to be a concubine for that Zhou Xiucai, so she looked down on people like this. Last time at the uncle's house, the old woman's eyes made her very uncomfortable.

Mo Qingye squinted his eyes and smiled, "Mother." Ye'er has silver now. The guest house is not afraid. Besides, isn't there still Brother Su in the town? ”

The shops in the town are hard to tell.

She never thought of going to that grandpa's house, since you look down on it, why should I bother to put on a shy face.

What kind of heart does the grandfather's family have? It's not that she doesn't know. Sister Lian'er's appearance is the best in Mojia Village. If you walk around the house a lot. It's absolutely no problem to find a good family business.

Lin frowned, "But it's not good to trouble Second Master Su, what's the big deal with Ye'er?" ”

Mo Zhiyuan also looked at her with burning eyes.

There are many things that they don't know what their daughter is up to.

"Mother, don't get in the way. The seeds given to Brother Su last time were all shipped away. Brother Su also walked for half a month. I heard that I came back yesterday and had something to discuss. She is Sister Su's eldest brother, and her father and mother can rest assured. ”

As soon as they heard that it was the seed, the two sighed.

Although they didn't think that Su Jinyan would do much, Ye'er was now a big girl. Twelve years old soon. Many girls in the village got married at thirteen or fourteen.

Suddenly, the leaves seemed to be a little drawn, and they didn't have the round appearance they used to have.

"Then it must be with Xiao Yan." Lin was not at ease.

"Okay, mother, it's okay." After speaking, Yan Chengan pulled the ox cart and was a little depressed.

The man, who had been galloping on horseback, was still a little apprehensive about the ox cart.

Climbed into the ox cart, "Mother, I will take care of you in the house." Big Brother and Brother Shu are also resting in the town tonight. ”

Lin's lips moved, but he didn't object.

However, he still took out a tael of silver from his pocket and stuffed it to Mo Qingye, this silver money is still the twenty taels that he won the lottery last time, except for the matter of Qingshan Academy.

The ox cart was on the road, and it was afternoon, and the sun was a little hot.

Yan Chengan saw that Mo Qingye's little face was red, and he was secretly a little dumbfounded, and when he left, he regarded Mo Qingye as a rough man like him, how could he have thought about sunscreen.

However, it was a little funny to see Mo Qingye frowning and chattering.

Miss Mo hung her head, the corners of her mouth slightly pursed. "It's hot, it's hot, I want the wind, I want the wind."

"Blowing the wind, blowing the wind"

Yan Chengan listened carefully to her whispered muttering, and he didn't feel it. Hey, no wonder Second Master Su is smiling every time he stays with Miss Mo.

It's quite interesting.

However, Mo Qingye didn't know what Yan Cheng was muttering in peace of mind. At this time, her hot brain was dizzy, and she remembered the last time she cursed Zhou Xiucai and broke her leg, and now she also understands a little, the power of words and spirits cannot be underestimated.

While shouting and blowing the wind, he also secretly activated the spiritual power in his body.

"Hey, it's getting cooler." Yan Chengan touched his head, turned around and saw that the ball was sitting in danger, and he didn't mutter, thinking that he was really thinking about something.

But I didn't think much of it.

Not everyone has the same abilities as the national teacher and the county lord.

When I arrived in the town, the Tongwen Academy had not yet left school.

Mo Qingye went to the Ruyi Pavilion, and there were many carriages parked in front of the Ruyi Pavilion, and he also sent a small servant to wait for the carriages and horses.

There were two respectful and dignified women guarding the door, and when they saw someone coming, they would smile and lead inside, and then someone else would take over.

When Mo Qingye came in, he didn't see the golden shopkeeper, and the maid at the door saw a shabby-dressed, frightening man behind him, and she didn't look down.

Instead, with a smile, he led the person in.

Mo Qingye said that she was very satisfied, and it was in vain that she had said so much to the Jin family. Seven days ago, another group of maids were also officially put to work, although a little rusty, but enough to see.

"Girl, please wait." Mo Qingye was about to go upstairs when a little guy suddenly ran over in a hurry.

arched his body, his face was indifferent, "Girl, you need to get a sign on the second floor." There was no mockery on his face.

Yan Chengan's eyes were full of surprise from the moment he came in.

The last time I came to help, my busy feet didn't touch the ground, and many of them didn't pay attention. I just think it's just a little thing.

Second Master Su also mixed in, but he felt that it was too boring for the second master to leave Beijing.

Now take a closer look, this Ruyi Pavilion is not worse than the Beijing Tea Restaurant. Even the renovation and service were superior. Not to mention those out-of-season vegetables on the second floor that money can't buy.

Even the calligraphy and paintings hanging downstairs look extraordinary.

He couldn't understand it, but the group of old men in front of him who surrounded the wall and fought for a pair of poems understood.

The nerds who walked back and forth several times in front of me are probably attracted by calligraphy and painting.

But listening to that meaning, these people think that the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are too poor, and they keep regretting those poems, calligraphy and paintings. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you all for the pink, Momoda. Dango has a birthday tomorrow, and it is estimated that it will be later. Don't wait too long