"Yo, Brother Jin is back."

"I made a fortune in the Jiedu Envoy's house, and I am still smart enough to read and go to work in a big family."

"Otherwise, how can I send Brother Yi to study, Brother Jin, your Brother Yi is not good now, go out to sell cakes, and the young master of the rich family even wrapped the cake cage for him."

"I knew earlier, I also saved money and sent Shanbao to study."

"Brother Jin, your new clothes are also rewarded by the owner, they look good, not like your mother's made, and they don't fit well."

Wu Jin smiled and didn't answer, but the uncle and aunt called all the way.

Wu's father and mother looked forward to him, and when they saw him come back, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, Wu's mother first looked at him with her eyes, carefully looked at his look, clothes, and baggage, and saw that there was nothing unusual, she was still insufficient, and stretched out her hand to pat the invisible dust on his body: "It's back!" Are you hungry or not, have you eaten? ”

Father Wu sat in the chair, unable to move, and stroked him with his eyes with a smile on his face: "It's good to be back, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as your own kennel." ”

"Brother!" Wu Yi ran home panting, jumped on Wu Jin's back in a sprint, and kept crawling on him with both hands, "Brother, you're not at home, I can't sleep, why have you been there for so long?" ”

The wrinkles on Wu's mother's thin face stretched, and she reached out to tear off Wu Yi: "Don't make trouble with your brother, let him rest, boss, are you hungry?" ”

"I've eaten it, A-Niang, have you eaten it?" Wu Jin turned around and closed the door, and then closed the latch horizontally.

Wu Mu was a little disappointed, shook her head and said, "Waiting for you." ”

Wu Yi quietly glanced at the door latch: "Auntie, I'm hungry." ”

He slipped into the house and put down his bookbag, and swirled into the kitchen like a wind, salivating over the food in the kitchen—steamed pork with dried vegetables, stewed vegetables, yellow rice, and braised donkey intestines.

Wu Jin put down the burden and also entered the kitchen, and as soon as she saw the meal, she said to Wu's mother, who was setting up the table and chairs: "Auntie, I haven't eaten the braised donkey intestine you made for a long time, eat some more." ”

Mother Wu's movements immediately became brisk, and her eyebrows and eyes were smiling: "No, I haven't done it for a long time, this thing is troublesome, I haven't been available, yesterday the sea in Young Master Cheng's house came to send a message, saying that you should come back today, so I didn't make cakes, and went to buy the large intestine and came back." ”

Wu Yi swallowed a piece of meat with his fingers and ate it: "Brother, what are you doing in Mofu?" Is it fun? They all said you're going to get rich......"

"Your brother is going to study hard," Wu's mother glanced at him, "where is it like you!" ”

"Brother is not here, I am also going to sell cakes!" Wu Yi pursed his mouth, saw Wu Jin hugging his father in, and hurriedly pulled out the chair.

Seeing that Wu's father was seated, he also sat down and smiled at Wu Jin: "Brother, I just said that Liu Bowen is my good friend, and I went to sell cakes, and he led people to the party." ”

Wu Jin glanced at him: "Daddy hasn't moved the chopsticks yet." ”

Wu Yi hurriedly took back the hand that was stretched out to the chopsticks, and waited for his father and mother to move the chopsticks before he began to chew.

After eating, Wu Jin just said a word about the trip to Mofu, and saw Wu Yi slipping out against the root of the wall, pulling the latch of the door, and crawling out along the crack of the door like a gecko, so he took out ten taels of silver to the kitchen and gave it to Wu's mother, who was washing the dishes: "Auntie, this is the reward given by Mo Jiedu." ”

Mother Wu looked at this big ingot of snowflake silver, her cloudy eyes were round, her lips trembled, her two hands wiped and wiped on the rag, and she never dared to reach out to take this ingot of silver: "This, so much silver, what are you doing with the festival?" Have you suffered in the Mo family? ”

Wu Jin stuffed the silver into her hand: "I didn't suffer, I ate and drank well." ”

"We don't want it," Wu Mu pushed it back to him, "Boss, you return the silver to him, we won't suffer from this." ”

She, a mother, thinks that her son has been wronged, how can other people's food be so easy to eat.

Wu Jin doesn't say it, she knows it in her heart.

"A-Niang, I'm standing here now, I haven't even broken a piece of oily skin on my body, I really haven't suffered," Wu Jin helped Wu's mother sit down, "You take these ten taels of silver, go to the building shop early tomorrow morning, rent a shop down, our shop on this street, the rent is about 800 wen a month." ”

He poured a glass of water for Wu's mother: "Rent the shop, let's open a Wu family cake shop, and we don't have to run around in the future." ”

Mother Wu gradually calmed down and took a sip of water: "But it's the same if we pick it out and sell it, why waste the rental money in vain?" ”

"Ah Niang, the second child is greedy, easy to be coaxed, he goes out to sell cakes, it becomes more and more difficult to control, in the future, there is a gentleman in the school during the day to detain him, and when he comes back from class, he is in the shop, you and your father detain him, I always feel that Liu Bowen is wrong, what does he want to do with the second child?"

"That's right, the older the second child is, the more disagreeable."

"Dad sits in the cabinet, selling some candied dried fruits by the way, which is better than picking up beads, and the shop is open, and our family's life is naturally getting better and better."

"Okay, I listen to you, but you have to tell your mother, what have you been doing in the Mo family these days?"

"A-Niang, I want to take a bath, you can help me boil a pot of water."

When Wu's mother heard this, she could only sigh, no longer asked about Mofu, continued the firewood, and boiled a large pot of water, so that her son could take a bath happily.

Wu Jin took a shower, returned to the house, lit the oil lamp, spread out the quilt rolled up in a ball on the bed, and threw two pieces of crumpled bamboo paper on the table.

There was a coat on the chair, which Wu Yi had just taken off, wrinkled, he shook it open to the clothes pole, and saw Wu Yi's old shoes, one by one, kicked over in the corner, and took them out and put them away.

Then he sat down, spread out the paper, studied the ink, and took out the pen with great care.

The pen is good, he is reluctant to write, and he simply doubts that his loose ink will soak Zihao.

He is a man who cherishes things, a chicken quill, can be used for a long time, and everything that goes out of his house, even a patched tattered garment, is exceptionally clean and ironed than others.

So he wanted to be extra nice to the pen.

Finally, he got up and went out, walked out of Shishi Street, on the way, he saw a wild gardenia blooming in the night wind, at this time to find the past, through the night to see for a long time, and finally even the branches and leaves broke off two, hurried back home, asked Wu's mother for an empty loess clay pot, poured a pot of water, and inserted the gardenia into it.

The fragrance of flowers immediately spreads, calmly enveloping the scent of early summer, sweeping over the Burrow.

Wu Jin looked at these two white and lovely gardenias, dipped them in ink, and wrote on bamboo paper.

"On April 22, the twentieth year of Yuanzhang, the sky was fine.

Mo Ling's rubella did not go away, her pulse was calm and her body was cold, it was already a great good, and if she didn't die, she would be blessed, and she must also be a blessed person. ”

He couldn't help but look at the pen, and he loved it, and then wrote: "Blessed am I." ”