"Get up and cook breakfast!"

"Dead girl, how long will you have to hold up the corpse!" Thirteen-year-old Du Mei was awakened by the sound of her grandmother scolding her through the door.

Du Mei had just dreamed that he was standing in a snow-white room with four walls, it was obviously night, and he didn't know what was lit in the room, but it was as bright as day, and a female voice in the room kept saying what a duck was. She was trying to find out who was talking, when her dream was interrupted by her grandmother. She was startled, and she couldn't care about her dreams.

"Here we are." Du Mei hurriedly answered outside the door, and hurriedly got out of the warm bed.

She was the eldest girl in the Du family, and her three younger sisters were still sleeping cramped on this hard bed, and her mother was pregnant and sleeping on another narrow bed.

Du Mei hurriedly put on a placket skirt, and put on a padded jacket with various colored flower patches, although the clothes were shabby, they were still clean and tidy.

At this time, it was the month of wax, Du Mei opened the door of the house, and was blown by the cold wind outside, and he couldn't help but shiver. She closed the door with her backhand, sniffed, tightened her gown, and hurried into the kitchen.

"You stinky girl, why don't you sleep and die, get up and grind, and don't see what time it is!" Annoyed, Wei reached out and twisted Du Mei's arm hard.

Du Mei was so pained that tears rolled in her eyes, but she didn't dare to scream or cry. She hurriedly poured the basket of sweet potatoes she had washed last night into the cauldron, scooped a ladle of water and poured it on it.

"If you're so lazy, see who dares to marry you in the future, your in-laws aren't as good at talking as me, so you're lazy!" Wei scooped up a handful of corn ballast and brown rice from the bottom of the liter, poured them into a pot with a smaller mouth, and added most of the pot of water.

The food at home was piled up in Du Shicheng and Wei's house, and others couldn't get it. Three meals a day, Wei personally measured the rice and put it in the pot.

By Wei's chattering, Du Mei didn't say anything. She only squatted in the stove to light the firewood and burned the two pots.

scolded and scolded, beat and beaten, Du Mei didn't say a word, and Wei didn't say anything, so he went out of the kitchen and went to the chicken coop to pick up eggs.

The fire in the stove was blazing, and the orange flames were licking the bottom of the pitch-black pot, and the heat wave reflected her face, red and hot. Du Mei only had time to take out the toothless comb from his pocket at this time, and fumbled to comb himself into a double bun. I scooped up the cold water and washed it up.

When the first wisp of cooking smoke came out of Dujiagou, the sun also rose from the horizon, the golden rays shone on the vast land, and the water of the mountains and rivers flowed quietly. In the endless wheat field, the frost flowers on the tips of the wheat melt into droplets, crystal clear.

Seeing that there was not much firewood in the stove, Du Mei opened the courtyard door and bent down to pull firewood on the firewood pile.

Du Mei's house is the first at the entrance of the village, two horses carrying two people from the morning light, walking in front of the young man in military uniform saw Du Mei pulling firewood, immediately jumped off the horse, arched his hands and clenched his fists: "This girl, bother, how to go to Qinghe County?" ”

Du Mei turned around and clapped his hands, and bowed his knees in return. As soon as she looked up, she saw a young man in a brocade robe sitting high on another pure black horse, with a wide forehead and high nose, sword eyebrows and sideburns, a pair of red phoenix eyes, narrow and long, and his eyes were as black as ink. Perhaps because he had been in a hurry all night, he exuded a cold smell like frost around him.

Rao is so good to be born, Du Mei still thinks that this young man is too good-looking, better than any boy in Du Jiahe. In such a comparison, her three cousins who only know how to work and eat are simply pigs, and even Brother Jie, who is in a private school at the third uncle's family, is far behind.

Du Mei is already a 13-year-old girl, and she often goes to the county seat to sell embroidery with Aunt Qiao next door, so she knows the way. She pointed to the way they came and said, "Go out of here, see a fork in the road, and go all the way east." ”

It turned out that the night was dark and he was in a hurry, so Zhao Ji'an took Chu Lin and walked the opposite way.

Zhao Ji'an didn't have to look back, he already felt the stern gaze from his master, and there was a burning heat on his back.

Chu Lin looked down at the fair-skinned girl with double buns in front of her, and her thick bangs couldn't stop the starlight in her round apricot eyes, which were clear and bright. She looked straight at him, her big eyes flickering. Even if she is wearing rags and shoes, it is difficult to hide her smart beauty.

"Reward!" Chu Lin's thin lips moved, and his voice was majestic.

Zhao Ji'an took out a small gold coin from his arms and held it in his palm, golden and clear: "Girl, thank you." ”

"No, I can't. My mother said, no merit is not punished. Du Mei waved his hand repeatedly.

At this time, Chu Lin had already turned his horse's head, and when he heard this, he turned his head and glanced at Du Mei meaningfully.

"Drive!" Chu Lin clamped the horse's belly, and Mo Yun hurried away.

"This, a little bit of a matter, girl, you can just keep it and play." Zhao Ji'an hurriedly put the little gold coin in Du Mei's hand, turned over his horse, and chased after his master.

Seeing that he was riding in the dust, Du Mei picked up Chai He and returned to the kitchen.

Du Mei didn't know that this gold coin was enough to buy the entire Du family, and the laws of the Dashun Dynasty stipulated that commoners were not allowed to use gold and silver to wear silk and satin. Don't talk about her, even the patriarch Du Huaibing has never seen real gold.

But she knew that this was a valuable thing, and the young man in brocade was wearing a beautiful dress that she had never seen before, so how could the thing he reward be bad?

Du Mei hid the gold coin in his pocket and went back to the stove to continue the fire. Soon, the moisture in the kitchen was spreading.

The Du family got up one after another, sprinkling and sweeping the courtyard, feeding pigs and chickens, washing and drying quilts, and the busy day began again.