For this sudden episode on the road, the frightened three people didn't know that everything was related to themselves, and the coachman didn't care about feeling sorry for his donkey, and galloped all the way into the county.

"No matter what, I have to persuade the third lady to move to Hezhong Mansion, it's too dangerous to go back and forth along the way." Song Langzhong didn't care about going home, so he came directly to Song Sanniang's house.

Liu Meibao is very happy, with him as a lobbyist, things will be easy to do, no matter what, this is a rare opportunity to improve her life, she really doesn't want to lose it for one reason or another.

After listening to them say all this, Song Sanniang's face changed and she was silent.

"Sanniang, seeing that the days are difficult, the girl has this heart..."Song Langzhong sighed softly and said.

Song Sanniang also sighed, looking out from the door, Liu Meibao and Zhou Liangyu were boiling water, ready to wash the dust on the road, Liu Meibao held firewood to burn the fire, Zhou Liangyu was pouring well water from outside into the pot, and the jumping stove fire shone on the busy figures of the two, looking particularly warm.

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into tears.

"It's just to let my sister support the family, in my heart.." She raised her hand to wipe away her tears and whispered.

"If you don't support this family, how can she have this opportunity to support the family, Sanniang, you are the backbone of the children." Song Langzhong said in a deep voice.

The atmosphere in the room was a little sluggish.

"What her uncle said is also that when you get to Fucheng, you have more opportunities to make money." Song Sanniang quickly wiped away her tears, smiled and said.

"It's not, Sanniang, the good cloth you knit sells more there, and the provincial Lu Laosi makes a handful of it from it." Song Langzhong also laughed.

"Uncle him, don't say that... Where does the shopkeeper make money, and we will be subsidized when the time comes..."Song Sanniang smiled, and then her eyes turned red again. He bowed his head and wiped away his tears, "I know your kindness to our orphans and widows. ”

"Okay, what are you going to do again?" Song Langzhong felt uncomfortable in his heart, sighed and said, while standing up, "I will ask someone to search for Hezhong Mansion in the past few days, find a place to live, and move there before the year." ”

"Then you'll bother." Song Sanniang got up to give a salute, hesitated for a moment and said, "It's better to move after the New Year." This is the New Year, I don't want his father and brother-in-law to stay here alone..."

Saying this, tears finally couldn't help falling.

Song Langzhong also felt uncomfortable with his hot throat.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave after the New Year. When I got there, I didn't know anyone, and the New Year was strangely deserted. He hurriedly said.

The matter is settled.

"So I sent a letter to Feng Medicine Cabinet a year ago, saying that it had been since the New Year." Song Langzhong called Liu Meibao and said. Afraid that she would not be sensible, she was busy and lowered her voice again, "It's going to be the New Year, and it's hard to leave your homeland." ”

Liu Meibao nodded. Smiled again.

"Uncle, I'm not that ignorant." She said. When he responded, he knew that Song Langzhong was going to help them find a house there, so he also thanked them.

Song Langzhong was frightened by the noise of the two in the store that time, and at this time, he was relieved to see that they were so easy to talk and considerate of each other.

"Uncle, go back and rest, it's been a bumpy day." Zhou Liangyu said that he would send him back in person.

Song Langzhong refused, let them rest quickly, and walked slowly.

Simple meals. After taking a hot bath and changing into Song Sanniang's warm underwear on the stove, Liu Meibao sat in the room satisfied. While shaking his hair and waiting for it to dry, he casually took out the herb on the table and collected it.

"Huh?" She suddenly noticed that there was something sandwiched between the book. And it's thicker than the bookmark made of the waste grass strip that he is used to, and when he reaches out and opens it, it turns out to be a piece of white paper folded together, no, through the back of the paper, you can see that there are words written inside.

What is it? Liu Meibao held this piece of paper, she had the impression that she had not written anything in the book, because pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were also an expense, and she didn't use it every day, just used branches to write and draw on the ground.

"Auntie." She couldn't help but open the window and ask, "Has anyone touched my book?" ”

Song Sanniang was washing Zhou Liangyu's changed clothes in the courtyard, and when she heard this, she raised her head and saw that she was only wearing her underwear and wet hair, opened the window, and hurriedly asked her to close it.

"Where is the spare money to make you sick!" She said.

Liu Meibao smiled, knowing that this woman was used to saying good things badly.

"Yesterday, the sixth aunt next door came and said that she wanted to borrow pen and ink for her grandson to use, and she came back today, what? What's missing in the house? Song Sanniang thought for a while and said, "I was busy, let her go in and put it on your table by herself, that sixth aunt is not that kind of person, right?" ”

While Liu Meibao was talking, she had already shaken off the piece of paper, and by the dim oil lamp, she saw the first few words.

My name is Lu Yan!

Her hands burned and she threw the paper on the table.

"Is there something missing?" Song Sanniang couldn't hear her answer, so she put down her clothes and wanted to come over.

"No, no." Liu Meibao subconsciously said, "It's just that the books on the table are messed up, so I'll ask." ”

Song Sanniang sighed, said that the sixth aunt accidentally touched it, stopped and went to wash her clothes.

"Close the window, it's very cool at night." She instructed.

Liu Meibao sighed and closed the window with a bit of panic.

In the courtyard, there was the sound of Song Sanniang's laundry, as well as Zhou Liangyu's voice, Liu Meibao stood at the table, looking at the paper on the table and didn't know what it felt.

It was funny, she was stunned for a moment, and she wanted to laugh a little.

I used to watch those girls on TV have maids next to them, handing a poem or a note for the girl's talent, but I didn't expect to be able to experience it in person in ancient times, although the one who built the bridge for herself was a rough woman who had lived by washing people's pulp.

Let's look at what he wrote, after being stunned for a moment, Liu Meibao stretched out her hand and picked up the paper on the table.

A piece of paper is full of writing, but because this person's handwriting is very poor, crooked, big and small, in fact, the content is not much, but a few lines, writing what his name is, where the person is how old this year, his words are very simple, some of them are not smooth, it seems that the words are limited.

“.. Since I met you, I have decided to propose to you, so you will be frightened, don't be afraid. ”

This is where the contents come and go, not so much a letter as a small note.

Liu Meibao looked at it for a moment, and felt a little weird, there was no word like love or like in the whole article, so this sentence of proposing marriage to you should be regarded as a very clear confession, right?

It didn't feel like much, but she suddenly felt that this kind of scene was familiar.

The age of cardamom, the campus with the sound of reading aloud, from behind the densely packed book wall like the Great Wall, unfolded a note with the youthful feelings of the youth, even though the content has long been remembered, but the heartbeat, the sour and astringent feeling will never be forgotten.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" I don't know how long it took, Song Sanniang suddenly knocked on the window.

Liu Meibao came back to her senses at this time, hurriedly answered, and touched her hair that was already half dry.

"Just sleep." She replied as she stood up, and the wind of her rise carried down the letter, which had been resting on the corner of the table, and spun around and fell to the ground.

Liu Meibao glanced at the letter, bent down to pick it up, and burned it on the oil lamp, and the smoking fire rolled up the paper and fell to the ground, quickly turning into ashes. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )

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