Mother Gong cleaned the basin and bowl with plant ash, scalded it with hot water, dried it, filled it with five or six eggs, and knocked on Mo Shiyu's door.

Mo Shiyu was writing in the house, when there was a knock on the door outside the house, and he hurriedly shouted, "Come on, wait a minute." ”

The wooden door was opened, and Mo Shiyu, who was wearing a ball, appeared in front of Chen Suzhen.

Mother Gong's eyes lit up, Mo Zhiqing was whiter than when she came, and there was a little flesh on her face, and now she tied her hair up, giving people a feeling of brightness.

"Mo Zhiqing, this is back to you, thank you for the soup and pig's trotters, they are very good."

"Thank you, Auntie, for the compliment," she said, looking down at the basin she had handed over.

There were eggs in the basin, "Auntie, I can't ask for this, it will take a few days for your family to save a few eggs, so let's keep them for yourself, I have to buy eggs myself, there is no shortage." ”

"Eh, one yard is one yard, this is the egg we gave you to thank you, how can you mix it up, you take it, otherwise Auntie will be unhappy."

"Okay then." Mo Shiyu said embarrassedly.

She really doesn't lack eggs to eat, she has a lot of them in her space, and people give them favors, so she can only accept them.

"By the way, Auntie, wait for me." Mo Shiyu took out a small box of paper-wrapped biscuits from the cabinet.

"This is for your aunt, my family sent me a lot of boxes, this is for the chick to eat, she likes to eat sweet and sweet."

"Auntie, don't shirk, otherwise I won't dare to play with chicks in the future."

"Okay, then I'll take it." Chen Suzhen had no excuse to excuse herself, so she could only accept it.

"Mo Zhiqing, you're writing."

Chen Suzhen's angle was just facing the desk, and she should have seen the big characters she wrote.

Mo Shiyu nodded, "Hmm." ”

"Auntie, don't call me Mo Zhiqing in the future, it's very good, just call me poetry."

"That's okay, I'll call you poetry, then you write well, Auntie won't bother you."

"Hmm." Seeing Gong's mother leave, she closed the door.

A day of leisure time is gone by in a blink of an eye.

The next day, I came to the hillside with a straw hat and knitted white gloves.

The south is indeed an endless mountain, and the slopes are endless, innumerable.

He took a piece of wasteland, put the kettle on his body next to it, and began to reclaim the slopes.

This time, it was a piece of land for one person, only ten or twenty square meters, and it was not an easy task for them to weed and deal with gravel and reclaim the soil in these few days.

The scorekeeper sat under a tree and looked at them, Mo Shiyu was envious, and her heart was full of tears, as if she could also be a scorekeeper.

Dream it, it's all in your dreams.