Chapter 214: Far Away

During the meal, he saw that Wen Wan covered his mouth with a handkerchief, yawned one by one, and finally hugged Mi'er and said: "Go back to bed and rest." ”

"Not busy." Wen Wan wiped the tears blinking from the corners of her eyes before putting down the handkerchief and feeding spoonful after spoonful of vegetable rice paste into the mouth of the rice ball.

He smiled lightly and whispered, "When you are sent out, I will go to make up for sleep." ”

Lin Yuan also knew that she would be like this, and when he asked, he also heard her say it, and he felt better in his heart, so he stopped talking.

When it was time to leave, he had to say a few more words to Mrs. Fang, and as usual, he had to stretch out the back of his hand to probe her cold cheeks.

The woman took him to the entrance of the courtyard and did not move, but laid his garments, and straightened his cloak, and waited for him to go away with a smile and a silence.

Lin Yuan walked to the stone road in front of the courtyard gate and turned around, seeing her smiling, Yan Yan waved his hand at him, and said three words silently in his mouth. The corners of his mouth hooked unconsciously, and he got into the carriage.

A woman who opens and closes her mouth all day long is pleasing to you, and she does not know what it is to be reserved and vulgar.

After being so busy for five days, in the middle of a night when the snow was getting lighter, Lin Yuan, who was heavily armed, quickly drove away from the capital with his huge convoy.

Rao is gentle and well-informed, and when he saw Lin Yuan's carriage with iron nails on its wheels and mountains of sacks, he couldn't help but open his mouth into a "0" shape.

Who said that the ancients were not wise? The land slippery forest abyss is full of iron nails on the wheels, and the land wet Lin Yuan is covered with carbon slag and dry soil. It only took five days to prepare these and carry the rice in the mountains, and the efficiency was astonishing.

Without her gentleness, this man can still send hope and warmth to his eldest son through the difficult journey of others.

"Did my mother tell you that salt can also turn snow?" Wen Wan glanced at the ingots beside her, who were as tall as her, ready to show off her intelligence.

Yuan Bao stomped his stiff and numb feet, and when there was only one black spot left in his father's convoy, he turned around without hesitation and said, "Ah Niang, do you know how much silver is a bucket of official salt now?" I still don't know that oil and salt are expensive! ”

The old-fashioned words and the hand behind his back made him laugh and cry gently, but he turned around and said, "Can I have a supper?" ”

Wen Wan swallowed saliva and shook her head: "Don't worry, Mama Song is cold, and the other few people in the stove room are also asleep, don't toss people." ”

Lin He'an only raised his index finger and waved it in his ear, shook his head and said proudly: "Tell them to do something, I'll cook it myself!" ”

Wen Wan's eyes lit up, and she immediately hugged Tang Pozi to quickly keep up with her son's pace, and even threw Fang Pozi on her side far away.

As for her man, who was struggling to advance in the snow, he was thrown out of the clouds after only one turn. Without him, too reliable men are not remembered.

When he arrived at the stove room, Yuan Bao had rolled up his sleeves and put the wine brewed tightly sealed in the quilt into the pot, and the mist mixed with the aroma of wine rushed around the hut.

"When we were in Shuozhou, Ah Xian and I were looking forward to seeing my father's bean sprouts sold out as soon as possible, so that we could eat hot wine-stuffed eggs." The ingots who beat eggs on their backs turned around and rushed to Wen Wanyile.

Wen Wan sat aside and looked at the handsome and handsome son, who was also a little stunned: "At that time, our family had no surplus money, so we could only use the leftovers to cook a pot of wine and soup to warm up for you, but it was not so cold at that time." ”

Yuan Bao brought a bowl full of yellow and white wine to his mother, and watched his mother take a sip before turning back to the pot to serve his own bowl: "Is our small courtyard in Shuozhou still there?" ”

Wen Wan smashed her mouth twice, and then turned her head and smiled happily: "Yes, why aren't you there?" That's the back road for our family! Don't say Shuozhou, it's our hometown Qingzhou, I'm afraid that your father is also secretly investing in the construction! Falling leaves return to the roots, your father and I will always go back. ”

Lin He'an was interested, and brought his furry head to his mother: "Build a city?" My father is not afraid that he will be beheaded by the emperor like Shen Wansan? ”

Wen Wan shook her head: "I don't know, your father hides it from me about the outside world, he doesn't want his mother to know, and his mother just doesn't know." Eat yours quickly, and talk a lot. ”

Yuan Bao refused to give up, and asked his mother with a smile: "Auntie, don't you regret following my father for so many years?" There are many men in the world who are better than him. ”

He has seen many couples, many of whom are affectionate, but in his eyes, the couples in the world are not as good as his father and mother, and they are always a little worse, but what is the difference, he can't tell.

When Wen Wan heard this, she immediately put down the chopsticks and drank up the wine in two sips, her son is the rhythm of entering puberty!

"What do you regret, I have four children with your father, can I find a better one if I am separated from your father at this age? Mother is not two hundred and five!

What's more, your father doesn't take concubines, marry young, don't eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, looks good and has money, you go out to inquire which boudoir woman doesn't want to marry him like this?

I told you that you look at your father like that, in fact, he loves me to death, even Chang'e in the Moon Palace stands in front of him, and your father is afraid that he won't look at it. Why? Because in your father's eyes, I am the most beautiful woman in the world! ”

Yuan Bao looked at his mother's appearance as the best in the world and smiled: "Auntie, you really look up to yourself!" ”

Also, is his father obviously an alcoholic? Those famous and noble girls don't want to marry a copper-smelling businessman like his father, so his mother is a treasure.

Seeing that her son didn't think so, Wen Wan hurriedly corrected her attitude and educated her son seriously: "If there is such a person, you will be happy when you only see her, and you will feel that you want to marry her when you see her for the first time, then you will definitely not let go of this person, and you will carry people home and treat her wholeheartedly." ”

"Shouldn't it be the order of the parents to get married, the words of the matchmaker?" Yuan Bao held the empty bowl, and became more and more interested in his mother's unusual path.

Wen Wan rolled her eyes, feeling that her son was not enlightened: "When fate comes, you can always meet, and then my mother will teach you." Moreover, men and women always have to look at each other before they get married, where can they really marry blindly and dumbly?

You think, life is long for decades, and the days that parents and children can really be by your side are only about twenty or thirty years, and your woman has to accompany you for forty or fifty years, how can such a long time be settled? You have to keep your eyes peeled for it! ”

Yuan Bao nodded, remembering that his father had told him that his mother had only eaten a small fish that his father had grilled, so he let go of many landlords and old fortunes without marrying his father.

His mother was still chattering: "Of course, the girl's family needs to be filial, and the family background must be innocent, you can't marry a prostitute sister for me!"

You know what happened to Mr. Wang when he was young, and another thing is that those dusty women only have the ability to meet and coax people to pay for money, but the housekeeper and the director of the housekeeper and the treatment of people are not successful......"

The mother and son chatted for half a night, and it was not until the time of the child that they went back to the room to rest.

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