On a dark summer night, Mu Fushu and Yang Weiai talked in the house for a long time and ate a plate of fruit, the house gradually darkened, Xiyu came in and lit the lamp, Mu Fushu thought about going back to rest, but Yang Weiai pulled her and asked her to sleep here tonight. Mu Fushu didn't care, he was about to send someone to talk to San Lang, but the people from the outer courtyard hurriedly came in to find Xiyu, and soon Xiyu came in, and said to Yang Weiai and Mu Fushu: "Mu Jialangjun is back!" ”

Mu Fushu didn't react for a while, who Mu Jialangjun was, and was stunned for a while before remembering that it was Mu Zhongjun, who had been away from home for almost four years!

Yang Weiai saw that Mu Fushu didn't speak, thinking that she was happy and stupid, so she reacted after calling her and hurriedly ran out.

Mu Zhongjun in his memory is a man who doesn't talk much and only knows how to work with his stuffy head, he loves his wife and children and is filial to his parents, what is commendable is that he is not stupid and filial, and when the "plague" happened, he immediately decided to run away with his wife and children, of course, the biggest reason may be in Mu Fushu, he is a slave of the eldest princess's mansion, and he is mainly the master. His loyalty is still very moving.

Mu Zhongjun did not return to Mu's house, but came directly to the eldest princess's mansion to meet the old master, and Yang Weiai met them in the main hall.

Mu Fushu stood behind Yang Weiai, and saw at a glance that Mu Zhongjun's body had lost a lot of weight, and it seemed that he had not had a good life in the past few years.

Mu Zhongjun and the Lin family got up after bowing, and Mu Fushu stepped forward and bowed to Mu Zhongjun: "Daddy." ”

Mu Zhongjun was stunned for a moment, and wanted to reach out to block it, but Mu Fushu was very fast and had already finished the salute. His hand could only be raised and stroked the corners of his eyes, trembling with a "hey". Mu Fushu saw that the corners of his eyes were a little red, this is a man who is not good at words, and he is really good to Mu Fushu, but now their identities are different, and they can't go back.

Yang Weiai sighed at his loyalty. Asked where he had gone all these years, Mu Zhongjun took a deep breath and said, "The villain went to Chang'an. ”

Yang Weiai stood up: "Chang'an? You said you went to Chang'an? ”

"Yes, the small ones have been in the area of Henan Province in the past few years. I thought that it was the most likely place for Her Royal Highness the eldest princess to go, but I didn't expect that I hadn't met one or two people I knew for so many years. Later, the little one met the Wen family Langjun, he told the small princess Her Royal Highness to Shudi, the small one was about to come back, the Turks entered the Yanmen Pass, the Wen family old Langjun spoke, the Lang Jun who knew martial arts swore to guard Chang'an City with the family song, let the small one take the old and weak women and children of the Wen family back to Shu to find Sixteen Lang and the princess (Yang Weng), and the small one turned back. ”

Yang Weiai stood up excitedly: "Is Wenlang's family coming to Shudi?" ”

"It's coming, it's coming. The old lady and the lady Xiaolang are here, and they are resting in the second courtyard. ”

Mu Zhongjun has been in the Eldest Princess's Mansion for many years, and he is still very regular about the title, Mu Fushu is a little big, Lang Jun Xiaolang knows that it is the young master and the little master, what is Ah Lang? Is that what the lord meant?

Yang Weiai glanced at Xiyu and walked out, she had already married Yang Weng, that is, Wen Sixteen, and the Wen family's family members were also her elder relatives, as a bride, it was also necessary to go out to greet her.

Yang Weng's aunt is seventy-seven years old. The long journey made her body a little weak, and at this time she was sitting in the spacious main hall of the second courtyard under the service of the servants. This room is very large, and when it was first built, Mu Fushu felt that the construction area could catch up with a small theater.

The furniture in the room is all according to Mu Fushu's drawings: mahogany armchairs with three walls and a circle. On a hot day, bamboo mats were laid out, a long row of coffee tables slipped in front of the sofa, and a wooden shelf was made on the other wall, on which many lattices of different sizes were made according to the shape of the Bogu shelf, and there were tea, teacups, fruit bowls and other things in it. The signature of the shelf is a bar-like low cabinet with a hollow in the middle, in which a stove for boiling tea is placed in the winter and an ice basin in the summer.

Mama Yang and Xi Qingzheng are serving the Wen family's daughters and a little lady to eat ice bowls. After Mu Fushu came back, the fruit began to be supplied in unlimited quantities, and the jam in the ice bowl was also mixed by Mu Fushu with the crusher in the space. It was thick, sweet and fresh, and a few five or six-year-old children who ate it refused to let go.

Even a few teenage ladies who have always boasted of strict parenting couldn't help but glance into the wooden bucket with ice bowls while eating.

Wen Sixteen's mother is the wife of Wen Da Langjun. What is rare is that both husband and wife are long-lived, and Lao Langjun's two younger brothers and sisters have passed away. They are the oldest, but they are the most healthy. Because the two sons were not around, this time it was the late Wen Erlangjun's eldest son, Wen Qingzhu's wife, Xue, who took a long journey to Shu with a large family. The Xue family is also in his early fifties this year, maybe it is because he has worked hard all the way, and his spirit is not as good as that of Mrs. Wen.

As soon as Yang Weiai entered the door, he was first taken aback when he saw a room full of no less than thirty or forty female dependents and the little lady Xiao Langjun, and then thought that the Wen family was a well-known family with a strong family and a large population, so he couldn't help patting his chest, and walked straight to the old lady Wen who was sitting with her eyes closed, and said with a warm smile: "The sixteenth daughter-in-law loves to give a gift to the A family." ”

Yang Weiai is a smart woman, she claims to be Ai Ai instead of her own title Chang'an, making it clear that this is a family ceremony, so as to avoid others from saluting her. Old Madam Wen's hair is snow-white, her face is not wrinkled, and she has lost a few teeth, which is quite neat at her age. She is tall among the women, and her figure is slightly fat, and she looks like a tall old lady.

Seeing Yang Weiai's body leaning slightly to salute her, Mrs. Wen was busy struggling to stand up, but was quickly supported by Mu Fu behind Yang Weiai, and said: "Auntie gives grandma a gift." ”

In this era, the name of grandma can be grandma grandma or grandma, and grandma can also refer to grandma. Mu Fushu said that she had a headache for the messy title made by Emperor Yang of Sui, so she chose a decent name to call her "step-grandmother".

Old Madam Wen squinted her eyes and looked at Mu Fushu, and her mouth, which was missing a front tooth, burst with a smile: "This little lady is really neat, it is the first time to see such a beautiful little lady at such an old age." ”

As he spoke, he took off the blood-red bracelet from his hand and put it on Mu Fushu's left hand. Her arms were much thicker than Mu Fushu's, and the bracelet was put on her small arm, and Mrs. Wen laughed: "You have to eat more meat, it's too thin!" ”

It's probably because of bad ears, Old Madam Wen speaks very loudly and full of energy, and no one thinks that this old lady can live to be a hundred years old.

Mu Fushu had no chance to refuse, so he could only carefully hold his arm wearing a bracelet and stand aside, Mrs. Wen looked at Yang Weiai happily, and smiled from ear to ear: "You see, everyone at home is anxious about my little sixteen's marriage, isn't this coming?" What did I say? Yue Lao's marriage line has long been tied, and it is my family's junior sixteen who can't run. I was born late when I gave birth to him, and he married a wife late, well, I estimate that it will be late to give birth to Xiaolangjun! ”

Mu Fushu sneered. This old lady is so funny, what kind of logic is this? She gave birth late, and she got married and had children late? How can there be a plausible rush? It seems to be right and it is not right,

Mu Fushu raised his eyes and peeked at the other little Langjun and little ladies, and since they came in, they all stood up, the older ones put down the ice bowls in their hands, and the smaller ones still held them in their hands, and stood obediently to the side and looked at them.

Yang Weiai also felt that this mother-in-law had a good temperament, and said softly: "Everyone sit down and talk, I am tired and hungry all the way, I have already asked someone to prepare food and room, and we will have a good sleep after dinner, and talk again tomorrow." ”

Mu Fushu looked at the ice bowl on the table and had a headache, would he have diarrhea if he ate the ice bowl on an empty stomach?

Fortunately, Xue Shi said in time: "We have eaten some dry food at the end of the unitary period, and we are not very hungry. ”

More than an hour has passed since the end of the unitary period, where can dry food quench hunger? The weather is hot again, and it is really hard to travel this way, especially if there are so many children who are not sick yet, it is about the slow walking on the road, but it is also related to Xue's caution, no wonder she seems to be tired and about to fall.

Mu Fushu saluted to the elders present and said, "Uncles and aunts, please wait a while, the eldest lady will go and arrange the meal." ”

Saying that, he glanced at Yang Weiai, the latter nodded, and Mu Fushu hurriedly went out.

There are two kitchens in the courtyard of the eldest princess, and they are all busy at this time. The large kitchen cooks rice and soup, and the small kitchen frying and stewing. Mu Fushu went back to the room and walked around, and when he came out, he carried a large basket with all kinds of vegetables and fruits in it.

When the cook in the small kitchen saw Mu Fushu coming in, she hurriedly stopped the work in her hand and saluted, Mu Fushu stopped and said, "If there are any ready-made cold dishes, take them first, the guests are hungry." ”

After speaking, he instructed the little girl to take out the cucumbers, tomatoes, strawberries and the like in the frame, cold salad, honey salad, strawberries washed and put in a large basin, one pot per table as pre-dinner fruit. Eight cold dishes were also prepared, divided into five tables and brought to the large dining room.

Someone had already moved more than a dozen ice basins to the big dining room, and now it was very comfortable to cool down. San Lang had also changed his clothes and came over, and went with Mu Fushu to invite the Wen family over for dinner.

Yang Weiai personally supported Mrs. Wen, and brought a total of 36 people on this trip, in addition to Mrs. Wen and Xue's family, there were ten uncles and aunts, eight sisters-in-law, and the others were all sons and nephews who were a generation younger than Mu Fushu.

Thirty-six people, plus Yang Wei, Ai Mu, Fu Shu and San Lang, made five tables. Yang Weiai and Mrs. Wen sat at two tables, and San Lang and Mu Fushu accompanied the juniors to make three tables.

Because of the hot weather, there is not much meat, and there are mostly cold dishes on the table. Honey tomatoes, golden needles, young bamboo shoots, potato salad, and cold ice vegetables are all fresh dishes that the Wen family has never seen, and Mu Fushu is sitting at a table where she wants to call "sister-in-law", but she is much older than her, and she can almost be her aunt.

After serving the table, Mrs. Wen first said a few kind words, Yang Weiai took the lead in moving the chopsticks, Mu Fushu asked her eldest sister-in-law at the table to move the chopsticks, and then began to introduce the dishes on the table, so that everyone should not be polite to let go of the food.

Said that he was not hungry, the food tasted really good, and after a silent but quick meal, there was almost nothing left on the table. Several elders of the Wen family were a little embarrassed, and the sensible little ladies also blushed. In the past few years, natural disasters and man-made disasters, things are very scarce, even the nobles of the Gaomen have not eaten well all year round, this meal is the best meal for many dishes five or six-year-old Xiao Langjun little lady was born to eat the best. (To be continued) R580