86_86551 Mo Qingye and the three of them hurried and hurried up, just in time to meet the last ox cart. The cattle driver said kindly. "The three of you should also go to the Rain Temple to join in the fun."

Aoba smiled and took out the candy he bought in the town, the uncle who drove the car had several children, and he couldn't say that he would run to the town often in the future. There will be many times to trouble him in the future.

"Yes, uncle, the day after tomorrow is the rain god festival, don't take a look at it in advance, it's better to come early the day after tomorrow to get a good position." Aoba saw that the uncle who was driving the car took the candy, and suddenly smiled a little more sincerely.

Sugar is a valuable item these days, and ordinary families are reluctant to eat it.

Mo Xiaoshu looked at his sister sadly, his face like a bun was full of accusations, and Mo Qingye's heart hurt at the tip of his heart, and this younger brother didn't know how much he had suffered.

The uncle who drove the car was also a cool man, "Okay, as long as there is an empty seat in the car in the future, Xiaoye will come." "A few of my own boys are willing to take out something to eat, and it's not bad if they don't hide.

"Did you see that auspicious rui in the Rain Temple just now?" The uncle drove the ox cart and was quite happy.

The farmer is always concerned about the field.

Mo Qingye frowned, they left early. After that, I went to buy some candy that Xiaoshu loved to eat, and pulled a few feet of cloth for my mother. Thinking about the old house, no matter how bad the clothes are, at least you can see that they are new.

Even her house is still in old clothes from previous years.

And Xiaoshu almost always picks up their clothes to wear, not to mention......

Mo Qingye glanced at his brother, here, his brother is not far from his marriage. But now there is no one to investigate. Although she actually thinks that her brother is still young, she is not in a hurry. But here they are all fourteen or fifteen years old, and they get married in two years. My brother is over fourteen years old and fifteen, and it is a good time to get married.

Qingshan looked at the second sister and stared at the world again, and couldn't help but smile helplessly. "Uncle, we're leaving early. I didn't know what happened? Along the way, I heard people rush to tell what rain god Niangniang appeared? "They couldn't get away with the front and back feet, and they just missed it.

As soon as the driver heard this, he came to his senses, "Don't you know, this year's big week must be smooth, and the next year will be a bumper harvest!" You don't know, I heard that the scarf of the rain god Niangniang Temple on Taiping Mountain was blown away! The coachman began to speak loudly with excitement.

Mo Qingye also came back to his senses and said, "Uncle, what do you ask when this scarf is blown away?" Is it just a scarf? ”

The coachman shook his head, "You are young but you don't know, this Great Zhou has built countless rain god Niangniang temples for hundreds of years, and there is a scarf in front of each temple. "The old coachman's face is flushed! His face was full of excitement.

"Then how do you know that the entire Da Zhou's scarves are floating?" Mo Fei was overjoyed, Mo Qingye didn't dare to confide in his last sentence.

"You ......" the coachman stiffened his neck, waiting to refute something.

"Ye'er! Your Xiucai family has sent someone!! ”

Far away, an ox cart out of the village rushed in front. A woman above shouted.

If it weren't for Qingshan's timely pull, Mo Qingye was so shocked that he almost fell. The little face suddenly looked a little bad.

"Sister, don't be afraid." Qingshan saw that her face was not good, and he hurriedly supported her, but he thought that he had met Zhou Xiucai in the library just now, and his face became more and more ugly.

I also complained a little bit about myself in my heart, blaming myself for spoiling my sister Hu Lai, but I don't know if Zhou Xiu denied the second sister.

"Big brother, I'm fine." Mo Qingye was really nothing, but he was shocked and didn't sit down.

"Aunt Li, did you see them enter the village?" Aoyama said. "The bullock cart in front stopped, and there were four or five women sitting on it." But no, I heard that Zhou Xiucai's house sent someone over when you just went to town. Your father and mother are entertaining you right now. Mo Qingye remembered that this Aunt Li was a person from the same way as the Aunt Liu she met in the field.

Before the Mo brothers and sisters could speak, Aunt Li continued with her eyes shining, "Hey, didn't your grandmother really invite Zhou Xiucai's family to farm?" I said, you still ......" "Then thank you Aunt Li, my brother and sister are still in a hurry to go back, so I won't say much today." Mo Qingye grabbed a handful of maltose and stuffed it to Aunt Li through the ox cart, and saw that she was smiling so much that she couldn't see her teeth and eyes, so she got into the ox cart and left with a calm face.

The road was quiet and speechless, and he hurriedly dared to go home.

After getting off the ox cart, Mo Qingshan carried a small basket on his back, and covered it with maltose and pen, ink, paper, and inkstone underneath. Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are not ordinary objects.

The little tree and the little legs were happy, and they followed behind the two of them. Although he didn't know why his brothers and sisters were so anxious, he didn't feel a good thing when he heard Zhou Xiucai.

Sometimes a child's instincts are extremely accurate.

From afar, I saw a carriage parked at the door, and it looked low-key and luxurious.

In Mojia Village, in the eyes of farmers who rely on the sky for food, it is noble and abnormal to have a carriage. No one in Mojia Village has ever used a horse-drawn carriage yet.

When Qingye passed by with his brother and brother, the old horse snorted heavily, and Mo Qingye lowered his head and sneered, it was really a beast to learn from it.

Pushing open the door, "Daddy, I'm back." ”

There were a lot of people sitting in the small and clean yard, and Aoba looked at it at a glance, and it was not who the old lady Mo was in the middle!

On both sides of the head sat the father, and the other position was actually the eldest aunt sitting. The mother stood behind Mo Zhiyuan with low eyebrows.

On the other side sat a woman in a short azure jacket, she was about forty years old, her skin was very fair, and her eyebrows were a little thick and upside down, but in the position of the eyebrows, there were two slightly raised hairlines, combing the woman's dress. The eyes are pale gray and rustic, but the occasional flash of light in them is not to be ignored. The hands were very white, but rough, and seeing a few arrogant little girls behind him, Mo Qingye was displeased.

Before the Mo family's father and mother could speak, the old lady Mo in the hall glanced at her, "I just came back this time, and I don't know where to go crazy." Running around all day long, and not being taught. Old Lady Mo glanced at Lin without leaving a trace, and suddenly Lin's face turned pale.

Aoba couldn't help but feel a little funny, thinking that it was Mrs. Mo who married her, and she was the one who lost her face in front of people.

"Ye'er is in good health, just go out for a walk." Mo Zhiyuan saw that the Lin family was embarrassed and couldn't help but relieve the siege.

Old Lady Mo snorted softly. "This is Mrs. Zhou's grandmother, called Mama Wang." Mo Zhiyuan saw that his mother ignored him, so he said to Aoba.

Mo Qingye and the others hurriedly stepped forward to greet the salute and glanced at it secretly, but Mama Wang smiled amiably, but it was a little more meaningful.

The two maids behind him directly pursed the corners of their mouths, and seemed to look down on them.

When Mo Qingshan looked up, he also saw it, and his face, which was not white, suddenly darkened a little