On March 21, the day of rest, Wu Jin carried a basket on his back, went out of the city to find a big elm tree, jumped on the top of the tree with his hands and feet, and picked a sturdy basket of elm money and went home.

There is a small stove at home, which is specially used to boil medicine, and today he also let him free up, burn a small firewood, set up a small pot, pour sesame oil, and fry elm money cakes with Wu's mother.

Wu Yi squatted on the side to stir and sell noodles for steamed cakes, his hands in the basin, his eyes salivating at the oil pot.

The golden buttery cake came out of the pot, and Wu Jin carefully folded it on the oily paper bag so as not to break it.

Wu Yi couldn't help but said: "Brother, if you really want to send it to Mo Jiedu, will they still lack this thing to eat?" ”

Wu Jin took out the crumbs and put them in Wu Yi's hand: "They have food that is theirs, and I sent it to thank them for taking care of the business." ”

Wu Yi raised his head and ate it, and muttered in a low voice: "We sell cakes, they buy cakes, and they don't give us a penny more, where is it to take care of." ”

Wu Jin immediately solemnly shook his face and said solemnly: "The grace of dripping water should be repaid by the spring!" There are so many people who sell cakes in Mankuanzhou, how many people make it better than us, if the Mo family doesn't see me as a poor student, why do you have to ask us! If you think like this, you are the root of resentment! ”

He spoke sharply, and Wu's mother also reprimanded him for two small sentences, Wu Yi hung his head and muttered: "Jiedu makes so much silver ......"

Wu Jin's ears were full of the sound of fried cakes, and he didn't hear his muttering clearly for a while, staring at him sternly: "What? ”

He took out another piece of broken pieces, put it aside to cool, and left it for Wu Yi to eat.

"Nothing." Wu Yi didn't dare to say more, and he was not afraid of being hot, so he stretched out his claws in his throat and swallowed them, still greedy.

The oil pot was fried until the afternoon, attracting the neighbors to probe one after another, Huang Yapo pushed the door straight in, and walked to the side of the oil pot with her hand: "Ouch, it's amazing, how much money did Xiongshan Temple lose, this oil is used a lot." ”

While speaking, she reached out to pinch it, but let Wu Yi stretch out her arm and hit it with a "snap": "Mother-in-law, I haven't eaten it, this is for the benefactor." ”

Huang Yapo retracted her hand, but said in her mouth: "Brother Jin, I heard that you have climbed the high branches, and let our neighbors get some sesame oil." ”

Wu Jin wrapped the oil paper, gently tied it with a fine hemp rope, looked up and said: "Mother-in-law enters the house through the door, there is everything in Kuanzhou City, and she can coax the stone people, why do you need to bring it later, mother-in-law only needs to act upright, kind-hearted, and thousands of people will carry you." ”

Huang Yapo was not a kind-hearted person, so he couldn't erase the old face he said, and sneered: "How can my high branches be as tall as you, if you drill the camp and drill the camp again, maybe Mo Jie Du will let you be the son-in-law." ”

Mother Wu stood up and pushed Huang Yapo out: "Auntie, don't talk nonsense, but there is something to do, and let me get naked." ”

The two went out while talking, Wu Jin changed into a long shirt without patches, took the elm money cake, walked out of Shishi Street, and went to Mofujiaomen.

As soon as the door knocked open, Wu Jin explained his intention and wanted to hand over the things to the subordinate to send him in, but the subordinate directly invited him in.

This time I entered Mofu again, it was a good day, a garden was illuminated, a cluster of flowers bloomed in the sun, the grass and trees were green, the vines went straight to the top of the eaves, and there was a swing, which was very quiet.

The servants led him through the verandah into the front yard, and then let him wait outside the gate of the courtyard, and went to report to him, and in less than a moment led him in.

There were Mo brothers and sisters sitting in the room, and as soon as Wu Jin entered the door, he found that Mo Qianlan was completely different from what he saw that night.

Mo Qianlan faded away from sharpness and gloom, tied a lotus crown, wore a short-sleeved robe, and dressed as a Confucian scholar, very gentle.

Yin Beijie took the oil paper bag, Wu Jin saluted uprightly, crossed his hands, and lowered his eyes: "I have seen the festival envoy in my later life." ”

Mo Qianlan wandered out of the world, waited for a moment, and then stretched out his hand and waved softly: "Sit, don't be polite, what did you send over?" ”

Wu Jin replied: "The elm money cake made by my mother is insignificant, so I hope you don't dislike it." ”

"Things are light," Mo Qianlan looked at Mo Lingfeng, "Ah Yan, you ate it last year, do you remember?" ”

Mo Lingfeng's mouth was pouting and he could hang an oil pot, and he hummed hard, which was not enough to express the anger in his heart, he wrinkled his two black eyebrows, and ignored him.

"That'...... Try? Mo Qianlan hesitated and said.

Yin Bei cleverly put the elm money cake on the plate, prepared chopsticks, and asked Mo Lingfeng to taste it.

Mo Lingfeng lowered his mouth a little, after eating the cake, his mouth was lowered a little more, and finally turned his anger into joy, and nodded happily: "Delicious, Wu Jin, don't be in a hurry to leave, I'll take you to the garden." ”

Mo Qianlan breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, take a good look." ”

Wu Jin sat on the side, feeling that Mo Qianlan was neither like a brother nor a father, but like Mo Lingfeng's filial son.

Mo Qianlan cleared his throat and opened his mouth again nervously: "This study, in fact, is not tired, just write a few words, Uncle Zhao leads you to read two pages of the book, I don't believe you ask Wu Jin ......"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Lingfeng put down his chopsticks with a "snap", his black eyes drooped down, he jumped down from the chair, grabbed Wu Jin's sleeve with infinite strength, and dragged him out: "Don't read!" ”

Mo Qianlan's words came to an abrupt end, he ate the cake dejectedly, chewing wax for a while, he couldn't find fault with the elm money cake or Wu Jin, so he could only put down the chopsticks and make something out of nothing: "This old sheep can't chew, you taste it." ”

Yin Bei stood on the side, tasted and tasted with a smiling face, tasted and tasted, and almost tasted all the elm money cakes, and said with a smile at the end: "It's not as delicious as what we make in our house." ”

Mo Qianlan glanced at him: "Get out!" ”

Yin Bei rolled as he was told, and only Mo Qianlan sighed in the room.

Mo Lingfeng walked fast.

The jujube red clothes fluttered under the sun, the face appeared a piece of pink, the eyes flickered, and the long eyelashes fanned up and down, and the expression was particularly smart.

She walked into the garden in one go, broke off a branch casually, scratched it on the ground for a while, and looked up at Wu Jin: "I am literate, you see." ”

Wu Jin looked down at the four big characters "Mo Erling Feng" on the ground, and couldn't help laughing: "How old are you this year?" ”

"Eight." Mo Lingfeng skillfully climbed onto the swing seat, firmly grasped the stem rope with both hands, and without the help of the maids and grandmothers around him, he was like a loach with his two ends warped, the swing trembled and trembled, and made a few "crunch" movements.

The swing slowly swayed, the shadows of the flowers and trees fell on her face, the gold collar flashed with brilliant golden light, she still felt that it was not high enough, squatted forward hard, swinging the swing into the air, and the hanging wisteria "bang" brushed past her face.

Wu Jin unconsciously smiled all over her face, and her eyes followed the swing.

Seeing that the swing was getting higher and higher, almost at the same level as the swing frame, Wu Jin blurted out: "Be careful! ”

With his heart in his mind, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the servants standing around the garden.

The people below are all clay sculptures, and they don't even raise their heads, and Mo Lingfeng's joys, sorrows, and sorrows have nothing to do with them.

Mo Lingfeng laughed, slowly retracted his strength, stopped the swing, and asked Wu Jin where he picked the elm money, Wu Jin and her asked and answered, and said a few words.

Wu Jin immediately fled home as if he were facing a great enemy.