"The general is leaving?"

The people in the village found that the curtain of the general's car was not tightly closed today, so they took the initiative to greet them.

General Lu was to let off steam, and when he heard someone greet him, he sat inside and nodded.

After the carriage left Renjia Village.

Lu Pan's fingers tapped on the table board very regularly, "Dang, dang", when he looked at him, he was thinking about things.

The first thing he pondered was:

What kind of tea was he drinking?

Where did Uncle get it from?

Home.

Happy for Mi Shou, he received a gift.

Mi Shou placed the box on the edge of the kang and stood under the kang and carefully stroked the maple leaves on the box.

He wasn't in a hurry about what was in the box, he just felt that it would be good for his brother to give him even a box.

Qian Peiying stood beside Mi Shou.

Mrs. Ma and Grandpa Song, who came with a handkerchief, sat on the edge of the kang on the left and right, and they were very curious to see what was in the box.

I want to mention it here, in fact, Grandpa has been here a long time ago, and Lu Ban has not left at that time.

But the old man was embarrassed to show up.

He caught a cold,

Sneezing and coughing up phlegm, afraid of being rude.

And even if the general leaves after acting, the old man will gagged his mouth with a handkerchief and came to Song Fusheng's house again.

Although the ancient people did not understand the word "contagion", their life experience told them that if they had a cold, it was easy for their family members to suffer from it.

Fusheng is a candidate, Mi Shou Fat Ya can't stand the toss at a young age, Grandpa is very attentive, and would rather let the handkerchief block and pant hard.

"Hurry up, Mi Shou, open the box. Grandpa will pass after a while, I have to go to the yard to sit, there is no ventilation here. ”

Mi Shou smiled and bent his eyebrows, with a look of joy and expectation from the new to the outside: "Okay." In response, the little hand touched the lock.

To be honest, Song Fusheng was also a little curious about what was inside, because the box had a delicate appearance.

No, he went to the big house to drink the rest of the tea, and then came over to take a look.

Why do you want to finish the tea?

If the tea was drunk by Song Fusheng, wouldn't the tea be able to be turned back to minimize the loss.

However, the space is very picky, if you don't believe it, just look at it, and when the daughter-in-law enters the space to change things, there will definitely be less tea foam.

The space is a small pick, and the accounts are clearly calculated.

Except for their family of three, no one outside can take advantage of it.

"What's that?" Song Fusheng rubbed the tea on his mouth with his hand, walked over and asked.

Song Fuling, who was scrubbing the teapot in the stove room, rolled her eyes and said silently with her mouth: wooden comb.

"Wow!" Mi Shou's eyes were bright, and he put his hands together and put them to his lips.

"Oops," Mrs. Ma didn't expect.

Qian Peiying turned around and told Song Fusheng that it was a wooden comb.

"Ah, hehe, why don't you send this?" Song Fusheng disagreed.

"It's different, uncle, what do you think of this wooden comb? I don't believe you touch it. ”

Grandpa comforted Mi Shou, and his tone was exaggerated: "Of course, the designation is different, can you give us Mi Shou?" ”

Song Fusheng took it and said, "Huh? Don't say it, grandpa, mother, what kind of wood do you guess this is? ”

After a while, Song Fuling heard all kinds of voices in the house.

Her mother said: "I really can't see it, that Lu Ban, I still know how to ask people to do things and invite people to eat and drink." ”

It's all their own family, but no one is critical of this.

Because Lu Pan gives people the feeling that he is very cold, he seems to be the kind of person who will issue orders directly, and his temperament is not very mellow.

Song Fuling heard her father say:

"It's up to him to see if he wants to, if he wants to, he can figure it out.

Don't look at how old people are, how many years have the officialdom been around.

You must know that people's fathers and grandfathers are specifically playing with people, and they can't help but tell him the truth that the high place is unbearable and cold.

Anyway, when I was an official, all I heard was that he had a very good reputation, and no one dared to say anything about him. ”

Mrs. Ma thought to herself: Oh, why are you so right, to the point.

On the one hand, no one you mentioned dared to talk about him privately, so indeed, who would dare.

How can you be like you, born in a commoner, being an official for so many days, and suffering so many grievances.

On the other hand, you mention the question of whether he wants to do something for you. He thought, "So I'm going to do it for you?"

But it's not you who he wants to stammer.

"Fat girl? Fat girl. ”

Mrs. Ma got off the kang.

Mi Shou had already taken the lead and was pestering his sister in the stove room.

"Sister, my gift is a wooden comb, you see?"

"Ah, that's good, I see."

"Sister, you squat, I'll comb your hair, and call you at the head."

"Thank you, I don't need it at all, I'll use it all for you."

Mi Shou was not happy, pouted and said, "Do you know how good it is, why don't you use it?" ”

"How good is that, isn't it just a wooden comb, and you can grow hair with it? Can you grow hair? ”

"How do you know if it grows, my uncle said, this wood is not ordinary."

Hey, Song Fuling smiled, let you talk back, and pulled her brother's hand: "Go, take the wooden comb and follow me to Uncle Fugui." ”

I didn't believe it.

If he can grow hair, it will be just right for him to grow his hair.

Uncle Fugui's bob is like Liu Huan now.

Then my father was still bad, and he specially taught Uncle Fugui to sing a good Chinese song, and Uncle Fugui now crooked his neck and shook his hair when he sang that song, and he is currently a famous singer in the village.

Just when Song Fuling and her younger brother were chasing me and running crazy.

Mrs. Ma: "Stop. ”

"What are you doing, grandma, let's go across the river and come back, you can tell my father and mother about your trip to the Guogong Mansion, or go to those grandmothers."

Lest it be suffocated, it is not easy to go once, it is not obvious that it is not transparent, and it is time to get sick.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm looking for you."

"I'll be there in a moment?"

"San'er?"

"Milk, I'm stopping, what do you say you're going to do? What do you call my dad to do, I will accompany you all the way. Song Fuling straightened her waist and said.

Mrs. Ma smiled and thought: Xiaomi, if I can't cure you, it's over.

Mrs. Ma sent Mi Shou: "Go, go into the house and comb your hair, I'll find your sister to feed the chickens." ”

Mi Shou looked at this and that suspiciously, frowning slightly: "Grandma, didn't you ask me to feed the chickens before?" Another changeover? ”

"Why don't you talk so much, come into the house." This kid has such a good memory.

When Mi Shou entered the house, he pulled Song Fusheng and wanted to comb his hair, and said while combing: "Uncle, do you think something is wrong with the milk?" ”

"No, what?"

Mi Shou said that grandma was not polite to the little general's brother, and his brother called for milk, and then grandma said that she wanted to find her sister and had secrets to discuss.

Song Fusheng didn't take it seriously.

After all, Lu Pan calls him uncle, Qian Peiying calls aunt, and what can Mrs. Ma call if she doesn't call her milk.

also trained us Mishou: "You think about so many things with your small body every day, aren't you tired?" ”

"No wow."

"Then you are quite talented, I can't do it, I can't do anything with two things."

Mi Shou chatted with Song Fusheng again: "Uncle, look, when you came back to my brother, it was obvious that he wanted to see me, right?" How many days has this gift been packed, it may be that the bag has been deliberately dropped, and it has been placed in it, and it was not delivered to me in time, what a pity. So can you tell the big guy about what's going on in our family and we're going to look for me in the school. ”

Riverside.

Mrs. Ma pulled her granddaughter here.

Song Fuling said helplessly: "Milk, it's not what you think, we're really fine." What you're seeing isn't the truth, you know? ”

"I don't understand, what I'm seeing isn't the truth, what's that?

Fat girl, my milk told you, you can't quibble, and don't rub with me here to get bitten by mosquitoes. ”

There is evidence for Mrs. Ma to say this:

"Why do you say that, because when your eyes are strong, he will not dare to squeak.

I've lived so long, and it's not that I haven't glared at your grandfather, and I'm not blind.

Again, he has killed people and set fires, why is he afraid of you? People are generals.

If he was afraid of you, why wasn't he afraid earlier, and kicked you in the face and knocked it to the ground? ”

Song Poria:

Isn't? I almost forgot about this stubble without mentioning it.

Everyone else was slapped in the face, but when she came to her, she was miserable, she was kicked in the face, and she was shot into the space with one kick.

But, well, confess leniently: "Milk, the wooden comb was actually given to me, I didn't ask for it, he threw down the bag last time and ran away." ”

"What did you say to make him angry?" In Mrs. Ma's heart, Lu Pan should snort angrily and turn his head and leave.

"What, didn't I say that? It's me who gets angry, he runs, runs, really runs! ”

Mrs. Ma covered her heart and glanced up and down at Song Fuling: Really capable, really capable. Her granddaughter.

I thought I was mentally prepared, but I didn't expect that the relationship between the fat girl and Lu Pan was more exciting than she imagined.

"No, you can't say it like this, my milk can't stand it."

"No," Song Lingling grabbed Mrs. Ma's arm and said earnestly: "Milk, I only told you, I didn't say anything to my mother, I didn't miss a word." If there was anything else, I wouldn't have to hide it, would I? You've already grabbed the bag. It's really gone, and I don't know when he thought about me. ”

Mrs. Ma patted her granddaughter's hand on her arm: "You don't know, but I know." ”

Yes?

"Just that time, when I quarreled with your father, I kept telling you, we are earthworms, don't think about it that can't be reached. However, that time, the milk dressed you up too hard, and it looked too good in that outfit, and it was designated that it was that time that he was blinded. ”

Song Fusheng was stunned: Dressed like a traffic light...... Spicy eyes indeed.

"Alright, so be it."

"What's the matter? You stop me, I'll keep it a secret for you, you have to tell me through, what do you think of him? ”

"What can I think? I haven't seen each other a few times. ”

This time, it was Mrs. Ma's turn to be stunned, and she patted the back of her palm and said in shock: "How many more do you want to meet?" When I was with your grandfather, I took a face-to-face and then lifted my head. ”

"I'm young."

"You didn't have a crush on him?" No, what kind of handsome is that, she looks like she can eat with her face, she is an old lady who is happy to look at it, not to mention that people are "immortals" in the sky.

"No, anyway, my father is going to take the imperial examination, I don't want to talk about these things, I'll talk about it in three years and five years."

Three years and five years?

Mrs. Ma was taken aback by this number.

And the old lady found out, and it sounds like her little granddaughter is a girl, and she has a bit of a second-rate temperament. Only the second-rate son in the village will only flirt with the big girl and not be responsible.

Then Mrs. Ma began her education path: "Can people accept you in the name of a concubine?" ”

"Let's do his big dreams."

"Do it or not, he has power in his hands, can he not even ask, and force your father to give you to him?"

"Bragging."

"Fat girl, milk may not sound good, but I am your milk, let's say it from my family, this is Lu Gongzi.

If you take a fancy to someone in such a high position, think about it again, how will that person treat ordinary people like us?

forced our family, we all have to marry you.

This kind of thing is too common, don't let your father marry you, even if you marry me, I have to go.

And if you dare to get the score like this, you are not afraid of those, that is, you are sure that Lu Gongzi is not that kind of person.

Then you can't take people's thoughts about you for granted. ”

Don't look at Mrs. Ma didn't tell her granddaughter what the old birthday star knew, thinking that she really had to wait for her son to take the imperial examination and tell her third son and daughter-in-law that her granddaughter was thinking about things, and she was still not thoughtful when she was young.

But the old lady is sincere, the more she listens, the more she feels, regardless of whether it is the old birthday star who accompanies her, a peasant woman, all day, or Lu Pan, I heard that the wooden comb is made by herself, we really can't take it for granted that people respect us.

Ah, just take a fancy to your granddaughter, although there are hundreds of women in the family, let's put up a score? It can't be like that.

Mrs. Ma's heart is in a mess tonight.

In this myriad of threads, she wondered, is there really a golden phoenix in our chicken nest? This kind of bizarre event is too easy to trance.

Unbelievable.

What did Lu Pan like about her granddaughter, she hadn't done anything yet, and she had already been caught like that.

Mrs. Ma used an oil lamp to shine on the fat girl's sleeping face, and sighed again: What a skill.

Pull the quilt, cover it tightly, and the child sleeps and kicks the quilt.

Ah, the old lady lives in San'er's house tonight, and lives in a room with Song Fuling.

No, she's planning to stay here lately.

Before the house was built, before she had the money to buy a maid but had no place to place it, she worked as a maid for her little granddaughter.

Mrs. Ma sat on a bench with an oil lamp, and the hut didn't even have a table, and the desk was in the big room.

She was dressed in a smock, illuminated by an oil lamp, and wrote on the edge of the window: "Old Shouxing, the folk woman is osmanthus, Ma Guihua, and her husband's surname is Song, that is, Fusheng's mother." ”

When chatting during the day, he told the old birthday star about his girlfriend's name.

"I apologize in the letter. I can't bother you lately, I have a lot of things to do at home......"

There are some words that can't be written, so the old lady draws a circle, planning to ask Mi Shou tomorrow morning.

You can't ask your granddaughter, your granddaughter is fine.

The old lady pondered, she really couldn't give her little granddaughter the courage to lead to the Lu Mansion, and she didn't have a word, after all, San'er didn't know.

One is afraid of provoking Mao's little granddaughter, and the other is afraid of provoking Mao's third son, who knows afterwards.

Then he couldn't go home quietly and pulled it down, so in order to show his sincerity, he had to say hello and write a letter to send to the Guogong Mansion.

The old lady felt that no matter how ugly her words were, she had to write them herself, and then asked her third daughter-in-law to bring them with some white peppers.

In addition, tomorrow she will ask Erya to teach her, and she will make a round cake by herself, write "smooth sailing, safe journey" or something, and send it along with the letter. The old birthday star is going to the capital.

On this letter, Mrs. Ma wrote it for half a night, rewrote it several times, and crumpled the paper into a ball and stuffed it in her pocket.

The paper should be kept for the fire.