Mu Fushu was in a very happy mood. She felt like she was feeding her pet, a delicate, well-behaved little pet. As soon as the wooden spoon reached over, it obediently opened its mouth, and the little cheek gang swallowed it one by one, and then repeated...... It's so cute, it's too fulfilling, and there's wood! After feeding the vegetable porridge, Mu Fushu put the casserole on the low table, ran back to the bedside to open the baggage, took out the cotton jacket and cotton pants, and shook it open to show San Lang.

"Brother Saburo, I made it myself." She showed him the embroidery on the neckline, and the bamboo was the best she embroidered, so the collar and sleeves were embroidered with bamboo bushes.

Saburo took the padded jacket with trembling hands, only to feel that it was very light, the bamboo bush embroidery was lifelike, light green with dark green, unexpectedly good-looking. Look at the legs are fine and dense (this is a pro made by a sewing machine), which is much better than his own sewing (you can make clothes is already wonderful).

Mu Fushu gently lifted the quilt at his feet, grabbed a cotton sock and put it on his bare feet. Because of the fever, his feet were not cold, but hot. Saburo didn't have time to react, and both feet were covered with thick cotton socks, and he felt that the soles of his feet were almost burning.

Mu Fushu tucked his cotton jacket and pants into the middle of his two quilts. When I lifted the quilt just now, I saw that he had frostbite on his feet, and the legs of his middle pants were raw, although they were not patched, they were also very thinly washed. People here don't have sweaters, and in winter they wear a jacket and a padded jacket, and some people even wear padded jackets bare-chested. Saburo is wearing a middle shirt and middle pants, which is considered good. Thinking of the pants, and thinking of the hakama pants that Lin gave her, I don't know if the man's pants are pants or not? The more she thought about it, the more she became fascinated, and she didn't notice that San Lang was hiding in the quilt and touching the cotton clothes Mu Fushu made for him with both hands, and tears flowed down her face......

Mu Zhongjun and Yang Weng hit it off at first sight.

Yang Weng is very knowledgeable, although Mu Zhongjun has studied with his master for a few years, he can only know a few words, and he is compared to the Pacific Ocean by Yang Weng. He has always admired scholars, and unconsciously the two have a good conversation. Yang Weng also found out his family background, knowing that he and his wife were both working in a large family, and the master was merciful to remove their slave status and let them return to their hometowns...... After talking about it like this, although Mu Zhongjun didn't say what he shouldn't have said, he had already guessed seventy-seven-eighty-eight. It seems that the eldest lady of this family should be. Yang Weng smiled bitterly, thinking of San Lang, there is fate in the dark!

Mu Fushu waited for San Lang to fall asleep before getting up, the casserole was still put into the space, and a packet of antipyretic medicine was placed in the pot of water. Saburo always has to get up and drink water at night, and two packs of medicine are enough for those who have never taken Western medicine.

Mu Zhongjun saw Mu Fushu come out, so he said goodbye to Yang Weng. Yang Weng looked at Mu Fushu with more kind eyes, and Mu Fushu remembered the way Uncle Cheap looked at her...... So he fled.

When I got home, it was already dark, and Ah Zhu was already alive after a sleep, and ate two large bowls of porridge at night. Mu Fushu remembered that Ah Zhu's padded jacket hadn't been made yet, so he hurriedly went back to the house. It doesn't make sense that San Lang's job is not done well, and the two children should be treated equally (you have treated them differently, hey).

The next day, Ah Zhu also put on a light new cotton jacket, and he was so happy that he didn't know what to do. Sister is really good, she can read, write, embroider, make clothes, and the most important thing is that she can give Ah Zhu delicious food. Therefore, what children remember most is to eat, especially a foodie like A Pig, who was a snack when he was a child, and he was a big foodie when he grew up.

Mu Fushu can't let go of San Lang, and Mu Zhongjun can't let go of Yang Weng. Of course, what he can't let go of is Yang Weng's profound knowledge, the eldest mother needs a gentleman, and Ah Zhu also needs to be enlightened. Lin thought so, and the two discussed for a night, and decided to invite Yang Weng to come to the house to teach the two children to read.

Mu Zhongjun once again accompanied Mu Fushu to the Yang family's courtyard.

San Lang had a good night's sleep, sweated in the middle of the night, got up and drank half a pot of water and fell asleep again, and when he got up in the morning, his fever had subsided, and his spirit was much better. Yang Weng boiled water to wipe his body, and he blushed in Yang Weng's meaningful smile and changed into the new clothes brought by Mu Fushu. Soon after he put it on, he was surprised to find that although the clothes were light but very warm, Yang Weng was also surprised to touch and touch, and he couldn't remember what was filled in it.

The two drank porridge, San Lang didn't know the taste, thinking about the delicious vegetable porridge last night, I don't know what was put in it, the taste was so good, I couldn't help but swallow saliva when I thought about it. Uncle said that Sanniang's father came with him yesterday, and he wanted to come to the casserole, and Sanniang's family were all good people.

Mu Zhongjun and Mu Fushu were familiar with the road, and pushed open the courtyard door by themselves. Yang Weng saw them coming again, and politely invited them to have a morning meal together, and Mu Zhongjun said that he had eaten before coming. Mu Fushu saw San Lang wearing the new clothes he made, standing there slender and straight like a jade bamboo, and couldn't help but feel excited, the rush for pets was awesome.

Mu Zhongjun carefully proposed that he wanted to ask Yang Weng to enlighten his aunt and Ah Zhu, and Yang Weng readily agreed. Mu Zhongjun invited them to live in his own house again, there is no fire kang here, I don't know if he is afraid that the main family is unwilling to build it. There may be snow next, so walking on a snowy day is not a pleasure.

Yang Weng thought about it for three seconds and agreed. He and San Lang are rootless duckweed, and they live the same everywhere, not to mention that they live in the eldest mother's house now. He glanced at the eldest lady who was staring at Saburo with burning eyes, as if he remembered something, and there was a smile on his face.

When Mu Zhongjun and Mu Fushu went back, they were followed by San Lang and Yang Weng.

Mu Fushu didn't expect San Lang and Yang Weng to live in their own house so easily. Mu Zhongjun wanted to ask Yang Weng to enlighten her and Ah Zhu, and she only found out when she arrived at San Lang's house. She doesn't know if Yang Weng has talent, but two people who are not related to their own family at all and can't fight together, is it really good to live in lightly? And he didn't even talk about it, so he just followed them home. Is...... It's so unsophisticated!

The Lin family seemed to be full of confidence that Mu Zhongjun would be able to bring Yang Weng Ye and the two back, and when Mu Fushu and them went home, the Lin family had already cleaned up the room. When the new house was built, the five rooms were all set up, and their husband and wife took a pig and a pig, Mu Fushu and a room, and the remaining one was next door to Mu Fushu, and the other two were next door to their room, just one room for San Lang and Yang Weng. The furniture is ready-made, and the newly bought cotton of the Lin family makes six quilts and three mattresses, and the mattresses and quilts on the kang are all new.

Mu Zhongjun walked in front with two burdens and Yang Weng, and San Lang and Mu Fushu walked behind. Although Mu Fushu always feels tender every time she calls Brother San Lang, it does not affect her mood of liking San Lang. San Lang wanted to laugh when he saw Mu Fu dressed like a fat ball, and his little face was shrunk in the collar, and his heart was itchy, and he felt happy when he saw her, as if he was in spring and comfortable.

Ah Zhu was waiting for him at the door early, "Sir." "He is going to have a gentleman like his uncle, and he will also take the Xiucai test in the future! When he became an official, he bought a lot of delicious food for Sister and Daddy and Auntie to eat, and ate it every day! Well, the foodie's dream is really ambitious!

Lin burned the kang warmly, and as soon as Yang Weng and San Lang entered the room, they felt that the pores of their bodies were open. Mu Fushu took a turn in San Lang's room, there was no curtain hanging on the arch connecting the kang tail to the bathroom, mainly because there was no superfluity, she had to hurry up and make one, well, you can't weave a curtain, let's make a cotton curtain...... She didn't consider that there was no curtain in Yang Weng's house at all.

When Saburo entered the house, it was as if it was really spring, no, it was summer, and he couldn't wait to take off his padded jacket immediately when it was hot. Yang Weng also looked at the kang carefully with great curiosity. He also heard about the kang that has been very popular in Linjia Village recently, and he didn't have time to ask someone to do it for a while, but he didn't know that the original effect was really so good, and if it was promoted to the whole country, especially in the north, how many people would be benefited.

Ah Zhu surrounded San Lang and asked long and short questions, mainly around him, "Did the burned red Tongtong burn his brain?" Saburo answered his question very seriously, telling him that he was very good and did not burn out his brain. Ah Zhu circled around him twice, nodded in agreement with his words, and admitted that he did not burn his brain, because he still recognized himself as Ah Zhu.

Mu Fu thought about making the door curtain, said hello and went out. Lin helped take out the clothes in the bag and put them away, when he hung the padded jacket, Yang Weng saw the hanger and was surprised, Lin arrogantly said that this was the eldest lady came up with it, Yang Weng echoed Lin with a strange face, and praised Mu Fushu.

When everyone was gone, only Yang Weng and San Lang were left, San Lang took off his cotton jacket, carefully hung it on the hanger, and took a thin jacket to wear. Yang Weng sat on the kang and was silent for a while, and then said to San Lang: "The adults in this family are all scheming, we can live with peace of mind." His eldest mother is smart and lovely, but it's a pity that she was taught too simple by adults. In the future, you and the eldest mother get along well and protect her. ”

Poor Yang Weng, thinking that Mu Fushu was taught by adults to have no scheming, and he was enthusiastic about everyone, but he didn't know that she showed poor San Lang's life experience, and then felt that San Lang was delicate and cute like a little pet, and gradually became interested. And sometimes interest is emotional, and emotion is the beginning of comedy or tragedy...... As for being polite to Yang Weng, it's completely incidental......

Yang Weng has a formal husband, and the family needs a study. The rest of the room with a kang was used as a study. According to the style of the desk in Mu Fushu's room, Mu Zhongjun went to the village to find someone to make two sets of large ones, two sets of small ones, and then make a few bookshelves, so that the study room was also alive.

In order to welcome Yang Weng and San Lang, Lin killed a hen and stewed it with mushrooms, which tasted very good. Saburo pays attention to etiquette when eating, and there is no wolfing of a pig at all. Mu Fushu himself was cultivated by the so-called "family" in his previous life, and he felt that he was not slow to eat when he saw San Lang eating several times, and he was pleasing to the eye. A child whose parents died is so particular because he has a good husband? She looked at Yang Weng who was also eating slowly and methodically on the side, the Lin family was also considered to have been in a big family, although she was a maid and a trained maid (fog), the way she ate was incomparable to Yang Weng, at most she didn't make a sound, and Mu Zhongjun couldn't see it.

As if he found that Mu Fushu was paying attention to himself, Yang Weng raised his eyelids and glanced at Mu Fushu, and smiled at him. Mu Fushu had goosebumps all over his body, as if he felt that his cheap uncle smiled at him. With his right hand, he put a piece of chicken leg into Saburo's bowl, Saburo looked at him, stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth, and his ears were red.

Ah Zhu glared at Sister A, Sister Ah actually clamped the chicken leg for Brother San Lang and didn't give Ah Zhu a clip! As soon as her mouth was pursed, tears came down: "Sister Ah doesn't like Ah Zhu anymore." ”

Mu Fushu was inexplicable.

Ah Zhu cried even louder: "Sister Ah doesn't clip chicken legs for Ah Zhu!" ”

Mu Fushu: ......

Lin sandwiched a piece of chicken to Ah Zhu and scolded: "Brother San Lang is a guest, and your sister is polite to give him vegetables, why don't you learn from Sister Ah and cry instead?" Is this how A-Niang usually teaches you? ”

But there are usually no guests at home...... Ah Zhu thought so, at least the tears stopped. Reluctantly, he looked at the chicken in the bowl for a long time, and reluctantly sandwiched it into Yang Weng's bowl: "Sir, eat meat." "Brother San Lang already has chicken legs, so let's give this piece of chicken to Mr. The sister-controlled pig didn't know that he was jealous.

After eating, Yang Weng called Mu Fushu and Ah Zhu aside and asked a few questions, Ah Zhu memorized a thousand-character text and began to recite the three-character scripture, the more Yang Weng listened, the more surprised he became, and he wanted to listen again, Ah Zhu shook his head innocently: "It's gone." Sister has taught so much. ”

Yang Weng looked at Mu Fushu on the side and asked softly, "This is what you taught?" What is the book? ”

Mu Fushu believed that there was really no book "Three Character Classic" at this time. Originally, the "Three Character Classic" was compiled and promoted in the Song Dynasty, and it seems that the liberal arts of the predecessors were not very good, and this excellent children's enlightenment book was not pirated.

Yang Weng was still waiting for Mu Fushu to answer, she simply said: "I taught it, this book is called "Three Character Classic". ”

Yang Weng asked again, "Can you show me?" ”

Mu Fushu motioned for Ah Zhu to get it. Ah Zhu quickly brought it, and Yang Weng took it and took a look, and the neat regular script was obviously bound by himself. Looking at Mu Fushu's eyes, it was even more wrong: "You wrote this?" ”

"I wrote it silently." Mu Fushu focused on the word "silent writing".

Yang Weng did not speak. This "Three Character Classic" is catchy and indeed a good work for children's enlightenment. He asked himself about his knowledge, and there were very few books in the world that he had not read, so why had he never heard of this "Three Character Classic". Thinking of the identity of the eldest lady again, I couldn't help but be silent. The background of the family is unfathomable, not to mention that the eldest mother may be ...... He shook his head: "Can you show me this book?" ”

"Yes." Ah Zhu was very happy that Mr. liked his book, and answered before Mu Fushu.

Mu Fushu was noncommittal. "Three Character Classic" is only, and she also has "Hundred Family Names" and "Sound Rhythm Enlightenment" in her space, which are not available now. Originally, she was going to take it out to teach Ah Zhu, but now that she has a husband, she will listen to Mr. Lecturing, if Ah Zhu wants to participate in the scientific examination, it is better to have a serious gentleman.

Although the weather was very cold, Mu Zhongjun still boiled water and brought Yang Weng to their room to give them a bath. Lin was going to rush out two pieces of clothes overnight for Yang Weng and San Lang. Her former master invited her husband, and the clothes for the four seasons had to be prepared by the master's family.

Mu Fushu put the cotton curtain on Saburo. Lin has only been in Yang Weng's house for a week, so it is important to hurry up and make the door curtain first.

In the evening, Mu Fushu continued to keep San Lang warm** and jacket. She found a set of adult warm ** and opened it and made it into the current style of middle clothes, but the placket is not so wide, a little too tight, although it is nondescript, it will definitely not enter the wind when you wear it. The middle pants directly changed the warm pants to a little smaller, of course, not an open crotch, and she even sewed the hole in the middle of the men's pants. San Lang wants to shhh......h

With the sewing machine, the action is fast, and it takes less than half an hour to complete the two sets of **. The jacket is simpler, the silk cotton jacket in the space is dismantled and filled into the finished clothes, and the jacket is to sew the wool pants inside, which is very simple. It's just right to wear these to class, so that there's still a little bit of green fabric left. It is not possible to help a pig to make **, Lin will find that the material is different, then make a thin jacket with a duck down liner, Lin will not take apart the clothes, and when the time comes, he will say that he took a small amount of cotton to make it. Thinking of Ah Zhu's tears at night, Mu Fushu sighed. A child is a child, coax him tomorrow.

After making Ah Zhu's clothes, Mu Fushu thought of Yang Weng and felt a little awkward. Although he is a pleasing handsome guy, but his eyes are the same as those of his cheap uncle, how can he be so mad, so forget it. The current eldest mother is still an eight-year-old child, and it is great to help Brother San Lang make clothes, so Yang Weng will let the Lin family worry about it.