The three of them waited for a while before waiting for Mu Zhongjun, the ox cart was already half full, in addition to three bags of grain, there was a basket of white woad and half a box of radish, a large piece of plate oil and two catties of fat pork, and three clucking hens. Mu Fushu carefully got on the ox cart, and it was already late when he got home. Hungry and growling, Lin warmed some bread to eat. Although Mu Fushu doesn't eat much, she still thinks that three meals a day is the king, and the Lin family also comes according to three meals a day, usually porridge in the morning and evening, a dry meal at noon, and sometimes soup cakes, that is, noodles at night.

Mu Zhongjun was worried all the way, and he was silent when he got home. Although he doesn't usually talk much, such situations are rare. Lin also noticed that after eating and packing up the things, Mu Zhongjun went to the backyard to make a chicken coop, and she followed. Mu Fushu couldn't wait to go back to the room to read, and took Ah Zhu to his room.

Ah Zhu has completed the tasks assigned by Sister A, especially now that Sister Ah wants to teach him to write, no longer dipped in water and written on the slate, but written on paper with a brush, he almost does not dare to put pen to paper, even if it is coarse paper, it is worth a lot of money. Mu Fushu's regular script is deeply hot, and in its heyday it can be compared to calligraphy, although now a different body, coordination still needs to be practiced, but teaching a child to enlighten that is a piece of cake.

I wrote six words on the paper about the original nature of human beings, taught Ah Zhu to read it a few times, and then grabbed his hand and wrote it a few times, and then let him write it himself. Mu Fushu asked the boss in the bookstore, and there was no "Three Character Classic" at this time. Mu Fushu felt that the "Three Character Classic" was more suitable for enlightening children than the "Thousand Character Text", Ah Zhu had learned some "Thousand Character Text", she did not continue to teach, and wrote the "Three Character Classic" silently to teach him.

Ah Zhu sat at the desk and wrote obediently, and Mu Fushu put a specially made wooden board at the foot of the chair, not afraid that he would not be able to reach it. She took the travelogue herself and leaned on the kang to read it.

These travelogues are unique prose styles in ancient times, imitating mountains and rivers, specializing in travel, describing the nature of mountains and rivers, scenic spots as the content, writing about the journey and the feeling of the beauty of natural scenery. The content is good, but the style is difficult, and Mu Fushu is a little difficult to watch.

She studied finance in college, and after two years of study, she really couldn't love it, so she transferred to the Department of Bioengineering, but she was still not interested. Anyway, she didn't worry about not being able to finish her studies, and in the next two years, she went around in school, and she went in to take two classes in which department she transferred to, and she didn't know how much she learned in a mess later, anyway, she could talk to the professors of the liberal arts, and she could do some of the practical things in the sciences. What's more, she mixed in to see the anatomy of the medical department, the professor asked the students to come up to assist, those clinical medical students were frightened, she volunteered to go up to help, and asked very seriously, after the professor asked her name approvingly, the chicken and duck talked for a long time before she knew that she was here to mix the class, and the expressions of the people in the room were very exciting.

After reading a few travelogues, Mu Fu sighed.

The comrade Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, who is suspected of having traveled through his predecessors, probably did not study history, and the distant Korea and Japan were defeated, but the near Turks were not unified, and there have been small-scale wars for a hundred years, especially in winter. At this time, the Turks were later Mongolia, the Yuan Dynasty was defeated by the Mongols, and the establishment of the Qing Dynasty was indispensable to the help of the Mongols.

Why didn't the predecessors defeat the Turks first? Could it be that the predecessor of the time traveler hated Japan and Korea far more than Mongolia? This is also possible, after all, in the previous life, when New China was founded, the Turks had been included in the territory of China, and Korea and Japan were ...... Well, I pretty much understand why he did it.

Seeing that Sister Ah reads books so fast, Ah Zhu can't help but write big characters more seriously, one day, I will know a lot of words and read a lot of books like Sister A!

Mu Fu is lazy and lazy. The current Great Qi sounds like a strong army, but it fights with the Turks every year. The Turks always disturb the side first, kill people and rob things, and when they hit him here, he will retract, and if you withdraw it, he will continue to kill people and rob things. If it drags on like this year after year, I don't know how much military supplies will be spent. According to Mu Fushu's idea, it is useless to fight this nation, or it will be killed in one go. Of course, these have nothing to do with her, Shu is far away from the Turks, and no matter how much she fights, she can't fight here.

Mu Fushu and Ah Zhu stayed in the room for an afternoon. When the Lin family came in and asked them to go out to eat and feed, Mu Fushu found that the Lin family was preoccupied, and his eyes were a little red. Ah Zhu also saw it, and asked Ah Niang worriedly what was wrong. Lin's tears came out all of a sudden, and he shook his head and said, "Your father said that Mujia Village ...... was burned...... Mother-in-law, grandfather, uncle, third uncle and sister-in-law, they don't know if they escaped......"

Mu Fushu was shocked, it was obviously not a plague, how could it still cause the slaughter of the village? Seeing that Mu Fushu's expression was very strange, Lin Shi hurriedly wiped his tears and said, "When we came out, your father told them to run quickly, maybe they were all fine." "Although the Lin family hates those superlatives, the eldest uncle's family is not bad, if she is really burned to death, she will not feel good in her heart.

Mu Fushu's shock was only for a moment. At that time, they told them to run, and when they went on the road, they also saw that every household was packing up their things, although this disaster may have been brought by her, but she was not the one who set fire to the village. There are few good people in that village in my memory, well, Mu Fushu blushed, which can be regarded as making excuses for himself.

In fact, Mu Fushu really thought wrong, that disaster really didn't come from her, and it had nothing to do with those medicines, the real culprit was the rabbit. These are all later words, so I won't mention them for the time being.

Mu Zhongjun seemed to be very sad, and he didn't eat anything. Lin also ate without a bite. When he was about to finish eating, Mu Zhongjun said in a dumb voice: "I want to ask someone to bring a letter to my little brother and bring him some silver." He was studying in the academy, and something happened to his family, so he was afraid that he would have no money to pay for it. ”

Mu Fushu's face sank, and Lin's face was not good-looking. Finally settled down and got rid of the best family, if they know their whereabouts, they can't keep the family coming again, will they go back to that kind of painful life when the time comes? She didn't know if she could resist not drawing her gun and killing someone this time.

"Daddy." Mu Fushu screamed unnaturally, the days of calling Dad in his previous life were almost so far away that he couldn't remember it. He cleared his throat and said, "You can bring money, but you can't tell them the address, I don't want them to come with me." ”

Mu Zhongjun's face became even more ugly, but he didn't think much about it and responded, "Okay." He knew the heart of his family, and the eldest mother was scared.

Mu Fushu nodded with satisfaction and said to the Lin family: "Since you want to carry silver, you can't be stingy." Just twenty taels, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are expensive. ”

The little uncle in my memory is not bad, and it would be a good thing if he could really read the famous hall.

Lin responded. Mu Fushu didn't realize that she had become more and more imposing in her previous life, she gave orders, and the people below obeyed absolutely. Mu Zhongjun and Lin did what they said to her, so that she forgot about her disguise for a while.

Soon the first snow fell. Mu Fushu lived in the north in his previous life, and it is not uncommon to see a lot of snowy scenes. Ah Zhu was very happy, and he couldn't wait to run out to play after the snow stopped. Mu Fushu took the green cloth to make padded jackets for San Lang and Ah Zhu. She is now wearing a thick cotton jacket made by Lin's family, it is still too hot to sit in the room, and it is cold when she goes out. She thought of the warm ** and cashmere sweater, and decided to go into the space at night to look for it, there is always a small one, right?

Probably because he played in the snow for too long, Ah Zhu began to sneeze and runny nose in the afternoon. Lin cooked a thick ginger soup for him to drink, and he stuck out his tongue when it was spicy. Mu Fushu thought that he would secretly give him some cold medicine later, in this era, medical skills are backward, and a small wind and cold can kill people.

Ah Zhu was detained in the house in the afternoon to write big characters, and Mu Fushu soaked the cold medicine in juice for him to drink. Ah Zhu finished drinking, wiped his mouth and said, "The secret of Sister and Ah Zhu." "As long as it's something that Sister Ah gives him to eat and hasn't eaten, it's a secret.

Mu Fushu scared him: "The next time I go out and suffer from the cold, I will get cold and hot, and if I can't stand the heat, I will burn up, and my whole body will be red like a shrimp, and when the fever subsides, people will become fools." Does Pig want to be a fool? ”

Ah Zhu shook his head again and again: "Don't, Ah Zhu don't be stupid." After a pause, he wondered: "Isn't Brother San Lang going to be a fool?" ”

Mu Fushu hadn't seen San Lang for a few days, and at this time, he was stunned for a moment when he heard Ah Zhu mention it, and then reacted, and asked tightly: "What's wrong with San Lang?" ”

"Brother Ayuan said that Brother San Lang got the wind and cold, and it was red." Ah Yuan is the son of the village chief's family, two years older than Ah Zhu, and the two often play together.

Mu Fushu heard that San Lang had a high fever, and he couldn't help palpitating. She feels cold, but she is very tolerant of Ah Zhu and San Lang, she thinks that this is because she is over thirty years old and has no marriage and no boyfriend, and it is normal to be special to children. Women are born full of motherhood, and the little aunt is brought up by her, and it is possible for her to treat them as sons.

Ah Zhu's words made Mu Fushu's heart go up and down. Ah Zhu was a little drowsy after taking cold medicine, and Lin took Ah Zhu back to his room to sleep with him. Mu Zhongjun wouldn't enter her room if she had anything to do, so Mu Fushu bolted the door and entered the space.

The space has changed greatly after Mu Fushu's hard work every night. The second crop of rice has been harvested, and now wheat and corn are planted. There are too many vegetables to eat, the storage room is almost full, and there are fewer plants that Mu Fu sparses. She sorted out the supplies and took up three rooms in the basement.

Mu Fushu found a few duck down cotton jackets, dismantled the outer layer, left the inside, and sewed the cotton jacket made of green cotton cloth with an electric sewing machine. She made a pair of thick duck down cotton pants, she didn't know how to make cotton shoes, and found a few pairs of cashmere socks and sewed them into the sock covers, which looked weird but absolutely warm.

I found antipyretics, thought about it, and boiled a pot of vegetable porridge with diluted space well water. She found a warm ** and a down liner to wear, and then put on a cotton coat outside, and instantly sweated hot, and quickly packed the cotton clothes, cotton pants, and cotton socks out of the space.

Mu Fushu opened the door and just saw Mu Zhongjun walking towards the front yard. She stopped him and carried the burden and said, "Daddy, Ah Zhu said that San Lang is sick, I'll go and see him." ”

Mu Zhongjun nodded and said, "I'll send you." He reached out and took the baggage. Looking at a big bag but so light, he raised his eyebrows and asked with some doubts: "What is this?" ”

"Clothes for Brother Saburo." Mu Fushu didn't want to explain anything, and strode out. She knew that the Yang family's courtyard was on the other side of the river, but the specific location was not clear, and it was best for Mu Zhongjun to send her.

The snow on the ground was already two or three inches thick, and Mu Fushu's cotton shoes creaked when he stepped on them. She wore thick socks under her cotton shoes, and she didn't feel cold at all, and she was sweating when she walked fast. She was thinking about San Lang's illness, and her steps couldn't help but get faster and faster, and Mu Zhongjun strode behind to keep up.

When she arrived at the river, Mu Fushu observed it and calmly walked onto the suspension bridge, Mu Zhongjun wanted to carry her, but she refused. When she participated in field training, even her bodyguards admired her physical fitness and flexibility. Her life has never been handed over to others, and her own ability is the most assured. The accident she crossed was that her brain was degenerated, and she was frightened by her cheap uncle, otherwise how could she forget that there was someone behind her?

Mu Zhongjun was both puzzled and relieved to see her flexibly crossing the dangling suspension bridge. The eldest mother deserves to be the eldest mother, this is what the book says about being quiet and moving like a rabbit, right? The eldest lady used to love to learn calligraphy and embroidery and didn't like to move much, but I didn't expect her to move without ambiguity.

Therefore, the couple's brain circuit is completely a straight line, and they have never doubted Mu Fushu's recent changes, and they don't even have the idea of "it became like this because of hitting the brain". Mu Fushu felt that he could completely hold such a scene, fortunately!

After crossing the suspension bridge, I walked a short distance and saw a courtyard, which was said to be another courtyard, but it was actually about the same size as the new house of the Mu family. It is also a blue brick house, perhaps it is old, and it looks very decadent. Mu Zhongjun stepped forward and knocked on the door, but no one answered. Mu Fushu waited for a while, stepped forward and pushed the door hard, they opened, and she almost rolled in.

Mu Zhongjun saw the door open and walked in first. Mu Fushu looked at the courtyard: entering the door was a large open space, which had been reclaimed into a vegetable field, because of the snow, he could only see a tuft of cabbage, and he couldn't see what was planted. Behind the clearing was a row of five houses, with a barn on the left and a firewood house on the right, with some unchopped firewood piled up in front of the door.

Mu Zhongjun walked to the closed door and shouted, "Are the Yang brothers here?" Let's take a look at Saburo. ”

The door in the middle opened, and Yang Weng walked out slowly, his face still pale and transparent. He first greeted Mu Zhongjun, and when he saw Mu Fushu, there was a strange expression on his face, and he couldn't tell whether he was laughing or what.

Mu Fushu saluted him and said politely: "Uncle, I heard that Brother San Lang is sick, I'll come to see him." ”

Yang Weng made a gesture of please and let Mu Fushu in. Mu Fushu took the burden and poured to Mu Zhongjun: "Daddy, you go back first, I know the way back." ”

Mu Zhongjun shook his head: "I'll wait for you." ”

Yang Weng led him to another room to sit.

Mu Fushu entered the room and closed the door with his hand. At this time, she didn't think about how Yang Weng could take Mu Zhongjun away and let him enter San Lang's house alone. She was only worried about Saburo's condition at the moment.

There is no pankang in Saburo's room, only a bed, a low table, a low couch, and a basin shelf in front of the window, which looks extremely empty and cold. There was a charcoal stove burning not far from the bed, and a jug of water was boiling on it, but there was not much heat. Mu Fushu frowned and looked at it, and found that there was a crack in the window, and there was no risk of gas poisoning, so he walked to the bed with confidence.

Saburo was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, covered with two quilts. His brows were furrowed, his face was red, and his lips were burning. Mu Fushu put the burden at the end of the bed and reached out to touch his forehead, at least thirty-nine degrees or more! She turned around and walked to the low table, first took down the kettle, warmed the vegetable porridge on the charcoal stove, took a packet of antipyretic medicine and put it into the bowl on the table, poured some hot water from the kettle, mixed a little well water from the space, tested the temperature, and returned to the bed.

Saburo's breathing was heavy, and he didn't sleep well. She pushed him, but there was no response, and she pushed hard, and Saburo slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were moist, thick with mist, and with a delicate little face that burned red, he was just cute.

Mu Fushu restrained himself before he wanted to pinch his face, and said with a smile: "Brother San Lang, you have a fever, drink some water." ”

San Lang sat up slowly, Mu Fushu helped him put the quilt together, and frowned again: the two quilts are very thin, and the mattress is also straw. Although straw can keep out the cold, it has a characteristic that it absorbs moisture, and it will feel wet if you don't sleep for a long time.

Now is not the time to worry about this, she brings the bowl to Saburo's mouth, and Saburo drinks it in one go. The water is clear, but there is a sweet smell. Now the sugar is still mostly brown sugar, and the sugar water is red when it bubbles out, and this bowl of boiled water actually has a sweet taste, San Lang was puzzled but didn't ask. Mu Fu soothed the children's antipyretics, she felt that San Lang was about 1.5 meters tall and weighed no more than 35 kilograms, so she couldn't take adult antipyretics. She had never taken children's fever reducers, and she didn't know they had a sweet taste. So both of them ignored this matter, and only left a question mark in Saburo's heart.

After taking the medicine, Mu Fushu brought over the vegetable porridge that had been warmed on the charcoal stove in advance with the casserole, San Lang was even more puzzled, this casserole was obviously not his own, and the eldest lady actually brought a casserole to see him?

Mu Fushu thought that children were the same as Ah Zhu, and they were easy to deceive, so he fed San Lang porridge without any pressure, completely ignoring the difference between five-year-old and thirteen-year-old children.

San Lang watched the eldest lady feed him porridge, the casserole was not big, but it was a little heavy, so Mu Fushu put the casserole on the wooden shelf next to the bed. There wasn't much porridge, just two small bowls, and San Lang ate it all unconsciously.

He ate and ate and his nose became more and more sore. No one has fed him since he can remember, he came here with Uncle Eight years ago, Uncle was able to do some work at first, but then Uncle Uncle's health became worse and worse, and sometimes he couldn't sleep all night with pain. He wanted to ask Uncle to see a doctor, but Uncle was unwilling, saying that he was a doctor, and said that it was not a disease, it was an old injury, and it was not good.

He was very afraid that his uncle would be gone, so he would be left alone, and no one would teach him to read and talk to him, and his existence would be meaningless...... But now that he has an eldest mother, the eldest mother is so much younger than himself, and she is as good to him as she is to a pig. His dark eyes sank, the eldest mother was so good to himself, he hoped that the eldest mother would always be good to himself, and only to himself......