Mo Li remembered that Mo Jinhua mentioned just now about sending Yu's coffin back to his hometown, and it had been almost twenty days since Yu's death, so he asked, "Brother, when will we leave to send my mother back?" ”

"It's the tenth day of next month. Originally, I wanted you to accompany your sister-in-law and Xian'er at home, and Jinyu and I went back. But you're at home, and I'm still a little worried. Mo Jinhua was still apprehensive about the last time he lost his sister, and he was in a dilemma for a while.

There is such a brother who cares about her at all times, Mo Li feels very warm, in the previous life, she was the only daughter in the family, although there is also an elder brother among the relatives, but compared with this kind of blood-related relatives, it is still a little worse.

She unconsciously stretched out her hand and grabbed Mo Jinhua's arm: "Brother, you were bitten by a snake once, and you were afraid of the well rope for the rest of your life!" That was an accident, unprepared, now that I'm grown up, there is Ruoping by my side, you also know her skills, we didn't have anything to do when we returned to Beijing from Xidaying! ”

Was it an accident? Since his father's death, there has been an invisible net that shrouds the entire Mo family in the fog. Mo Jinhua knew in his heart that his father was by no means as simple as a sudden illness. They returned to Beijing safely from Xidaying, but the journey was not peaceful.

If there was no secret guard sent by Murong Chu, and if there was no Ruoping guarding Xi'er's side, I don't know if their brother and sister would be able to chat together so easily at this moment.

Thinking about it, it can be regarded as providence, if it wasn't for the original death, Xi'er would not have met Murong Chu, remembering his mother's dying entrustment, Mo Jinhua swallowed back what he wanted to say.

There are still some days left before the tenth day of the next month, Mo Li calculated that the project in the backyard of Quanwei Building has passed halfway, and craftsmen can be drawn from it to renovate the grocery store.

Yu Mingxi asked the town security dart bureau to send a few large boxes of things, plus the previous ones, for the time being, enough to fill the shop, before the departure, we must arrange everything.

Therefore, Mo Li is busier, going out early in the morning every day, and usually returning home after half an afternoon.

Just after breakfast early this morning, Ruoping came in with a few pieces of paper: "Miss, Mama Li and Mama Zhao asked me to give this to you." ”

Mo Li took it and looked at it, and the paper was full of auspicious patterns drawn with thin lines: "What is this?" Why are they giving me this? ”

Ruoping sat down next to her, pulled out a few from her hand, pursed her lips and said: "Mama said, this is the embroidery pattern, look, this is the mandarin duck playing in the water, this is a perfect combination, this is the lotus blossom and the tie, this is the same ...... to the old man."

"Stop, stop, stop," Mo Li held the pattern with a bronze mirror and a pair of shoes, the corners of his mouth twitched, he really admired the wisdom of the ancients, a mirror and a pair of shoes are together until they are old.

"First of all, why did Mama ask you to give me these things?"

Ruoping couldn't help but smile, and a pair of eyes flashed: "In a few days, it will be the seventh day of the seventh month of July, doesn't Miss know?" ”

"What happened on the seventh day of the seventh month?" Mo Li just finished asking, and suddenly reacted, on the seventh day of the seventh month, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met at the bridge, could it be that there is this custom in this era?

Sure enough, Ruoping shook his head with hatred: "I'll just say, our young lady is not one of those weak women who are raised in the boudoir all day long, only know the wind and snow, and the sad spring and autumn, and have no interest in these things." The grandmothers still don't believe it, so I have to give you these needle embroidery patterns, and let you pick one out and give it to the master. ”

Embroidery? What kind of international joke, Mo Li has a black line, when she was studying in her last life, she saw the chick embroidering cross-stitch in the same bed, and on a whim, she also learned that people wanted to embroider a cushion, but the huge project lasted for a semester, and finally it was completed with the help of her classmates.

When I think of her embroidering in the boudoir, that picture is so beautiful that people can't bear to look at it directly.

"Miss, if the master receives a purse, fan cover or something embroidered by Miss on the day of Qixi Festival, he will definitely be very happy. Or do you try? "Ruoping is like a master of mending the knife, which made Mo Li shiver again, this kind of thing is better to forget it.

"Ruoping, tell Miss Ben, what else can you do besides sending things?" Mo Li struggled to break free from the topic of embroidery.

Ruoping pursed his lips and smiled: "On the seventh day of the seventh month of July, there will be a begging market, and the sons and ladies of each family will go shopping. If it is a favorite person, they will go to the river to put lotus lanterns and make a long-lasting wish. ”

"It's a good idea to put a lotus lamp, you can try it." Mo Li tilted his head, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the tabletop.

"That's right, after putting the lotus lantern with the master, the young lady will give her own hand-embroidered purse, and the master must be very happy." Ruoping saw that Mo Li had finally opened his mind, and half-squinted his eyes and imagined what his master would look like when he received the purse.

A man like the master, who has always been cold and ruthless, finally has a favorite girl, and when the time comes, he must sneak into the shadows and see the wonderful picture.

Mo Li poked Ruoping's forehead with her finger with a look of disgust: "Your brain hole is too big, who said I was going to embroider a purse?" ”

"Hey, don't embroider purses? What does the young lady want to embroider for the master? Ruoping looked at Mo Li suspiciously, since following her, he had never seen her use a needle and thread, could he still be a hidden master, thinking that things like purses were too simple to make?

"I don't embroider anything." With a deep smile, Mo Li slapped the table and said, "Go get a pen and paper for Miss Ben." ”

One morning, Mo Li rarely stayed in Ruolixuan, writing and drawing on paper all the time. Ruoping watched from the side for a long time, and he didn't understand what his young lady was doing.

It wasn't until lunch was over, and he was busy for another half an hour, that Mo Li clapped his hands: "Okay!" ”

Ruoping looked at the pages and pictures on the page, and frowned slightly: "Miss, you don't want to give these ghost-drawn things to your master as a gift for the New Year's Day, right?" ”

"Of course not," Mo Li folded the paper and put it in his arms, "Let Da Zhuang prepare the car and go to Quanwei Building with Miss Ben." ”

The new dishes in Quanwei have attracted a lot of customers, and now the daily income is at least 50% more than before. The shopkeeper was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth all day long, and began to admire Miss Mo in his heart.

So when Mo Li entered the Quanwei Building, the shopkeeper Yu, who had won the letter, almost trotted out all the way out: "Miss, why did you come here at this time today?" The eldest lady didn't look at it, Quanwei Building was almost full at noon today, and there were guests in half of the seats at this time. ”

"Don't be happy with the shopkeeper first, Miss Ben has something to show you, and you will have to worry after reading it." Mo Li followed the shopkeeper into the private room on the top floor and handed over the pieces of paper in his arms.

Yu shopkeeper's face changed, he opened the paper nervously, looked at it page by page, and his frowning eyebrows gradually stretched, and finally he laughed.