Although he did not sell his body, he was ashamed of being a slave and seeking glory.

Everyone in the Yunjun army was silent for a while, but Wu Jin was natural, drank ginger soup, dried clothes, borrowed an oil lamp, went to the front yard to pick up the luggage under the porch, and found a house that was uninhabited and flooded on all sides to live in.

There is a pile of futon on the bed, and the damp sticky hands are better than not covering.

He folded the futon, swept the dust off the bed, and spread out a piece of bamboo paper on the bed first.

Then he took the water and ink, knelt on the ground, and wrote: "On the first day of October in the 22nd year of Yuanzhang, it rained heavily, and I lived in the pavilion of Heshan County, Jeju.

The post is large, the house is wide, the roof is leaking, the tile is remnant, and the Cao team rushes to spread the oilcloth, which can avoid the rot of the autumn grain, and a bowl of ginger soup can also dispel the cold of late autumn and early winter. ”

As soon as he put down his pen, Wang Jinghua sneezed next door, and then scolded and went out to relieve his hands, and scolded the little guy while opening the door: "Elm head, I don't know how to bring a toilet in, and you want me to go out to pee." ”

He trembled past Wu Jin's door, took a step back, and stuck his head in: "Wu Dacai is really busy." ”

Then he sighed twice: "I won't go to greet Miss Mo in person, you can say hello for me tomorrow." ”

He was not broad-minded, and this time he was not even a deputy, and he became more and more narrow.

"Yes." Wu Jin got up and took the diary.

He saw that Wang Jinghua only put one head in, stared at the mung bean eyes, and closed his mouth one by one, showing a big throat in a black hole, straight to his stomach, remembering the nickname Cheng Ting gave him, he couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed: "Young Master Wang, go and relieve your hands, otherwise it will rain again." ”

Wang Jinghua shrank his head and brain, slipped away, and complained that his father Wang Yunsheng didn't know how to be flexible as he walked, so he had to let him follow the Cao team.

He didn't expect that if he didn't follow the Cao team, he would be very likely to get lost.

Wu Jin closed the door - the door was intact, but it couldn't be embedded in the door frame, there was a gap open, and it was whining in for air.

He had to take a futon to block the crack in the door, lay down in his clothes, and slept all night.

The next day, Wu Jin's rooster crowed, and he moved his hands and feet in the house until his whole body was warm, and then he cleaned up the house, stood in front of the bed, and memorized a volume of astronomical chronicles in the "Book of Nanqi" in the dark.

After reciting, he went out to quickly wash and eat - the students rushed to take the exam, followed the Cao team that transported the autumn grain, lived in the hall along the way, and ate with the Cao team.

There was porridge and shredded pickles in the kitchen, he ate two bowls, and asked the marquis who was burning the fire to understand the way to Heshan County.

"Wu Jin, stop, why are you going?"

Wu Jin said as he walked: "Go to the county seat." ”

"Wait!" Wang Jinghua's eyes lit up, and he didn't need to urinate anymore, so he took out a small piece of silver and chased after Wu Jin, "Bring me a table of noodles back, I won't go in person." ”

"I can't bring it." Wu Jin went down the stone steps with his hands.

"Hey, hey......" Wang Jinghua's feet slipped and almost fell to eat, but he firmly grabbed Wu Jin with both hands so that he didn't fall, "You don't need to eat noodles, bring some meat!" ”

Wu Jin nodded, accepted the silver, put it together with the hundred wen he brought, and went down two steps in one step, Wang Jinghua just blinked an eye, and he disappeared.

Wu Jin was in a hurry.

The pavilion is still two or three miles away from the county seat, and he took a long step, walked and ran, and entered the county seat in less than half an hour.

Heshan County is as sparsely populated as Jia County because of bandits, and there are shops and small foot shops on the streets, and the hawkers carry their burdens and shout for cakes, spicy soup, and buns, which are more expensive than those sold in Kuanzhou City.

The sky was already bright, but it was gloomy, and I didn't know when it would rain again, Wu Jin asked someone about the refreshment shop, and when he went, he didn't open the door, so he first went to the foot shop to buy a roast chicken for Wang Jinghua, a pound of bacon, and bought a pound of fresh chestnuts and three pounds of raw sweet potatoes in the hands of a small vendor.

After turning back, I waited another three quarters of an hour for the refreshment shop to open, and the pine nut chestnut cake was also freshly made.

He waited and waited, waited until the rain continued again, and finally waited for the pine nut chestnut cake to be ready, he quickly bought a pack, put it in his arms, and shivered.

The five fingers of his right hand carried the groceries he bought, and he tightly covered the chestnut cake in his arms left and right.

In fact, the chestnut cake is also sweet when it is cold, but the roast chicken will be fishy when it is cold, but he is afraid that the chestnut cake will be cold - the chestnut cake that Mo Lingfeng wants to eat must not be cold.

When he returned to the pavilion, it was almost noon, Wang Jinghua was looking forward to it, and when he saw Wu Jin, he said loudly: "Where do you buy ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Jin had already slapped the roast chicken and bacon in his arms, stuffed him with the money he was looking for, and left in a hurry.

Running all the way to the backyard, he saw Mo Lingfeng standing under the porch scratching his face, with two dark green eye circles on his face, wearing a light green dress, with large green chrysanthemums embroidered on the hem and hem, and the gold collar was re-fried with charcoal wood, which became more and more golden and particularly eye-catching.

"Wu Jin!" Seeing Wu Jin, she put down her hand and beckoned to him with a smile, "Where have you been?" I asked Yin Nan to find you, and you weren't there. ”

She raised her hand again and scratched it, but the grandmother stood aside and quickly grabbed her hand, not allowing her to scratch it.

Wu Jin immediately noticed that her cheeks were covered with thin and small red bumps.

He put down the chestnuts and sweet potatoes, took out the still warm oil paper packet and handed it to her: "I'm going to the county." ”

Mo Lingfeng took the oil paper bag, and the aroma of chestnut cake rushed into her nose, making her forget to scratch the red rash on her face: "Pine nut chestnut cake!" ”

She couldn't wait to untie the cotton rope and eat it together, and then invited Wu Jin to sit in the cubicle and eat chestnut cakes around the charcoal fire.

Wu Jin looked at the little red bumps that had appeared between her fingers, and it was extremely itchy when she looked at it, and her heart suddenly hurt.

He took the chestnuts and sweet potatoes into the compartment, used a fire chopstick, removed the charcoal ashes, buried the sweet potatoes in the balls, and cut a hole in the chestnuts to bury them shallowly.

Mo Lingfeng handed him a piece of chestnut cake, and stretched out his hand to the top of his head: "There are mice, if there is no movement now, it will roll around in the night, and it will bite all the snacks I brought." ”

Wu Jin looked up and saw only the black beams and the unsightly caisson - this pavilion is like a poor sour man with a swollen face and a fat man, at first glance it is magnificent, and then it looks shabby everywhere, if you look closely, the place where the façade is decorated is also rotten.

He looked down at the table—the peeled orange on the table was missing only one petal, presumably sour, and the autumn pear was huge, cut out a bowl full of friends, but Mo Lingfeng didn't move.

Looking at Mo Lingfeng again, she was still squinting and eating chestnut cake.

Mo Qianlan pampered her, she herself is very sensible, no matter how miserable she is, it is better than Wu Jin and them living in a leaky house, so she is uncomfortable and does not say anything.

"It's delicious," Mo Lingfeng handed another piece of chestnut cake to Wu Jin: "Are there rats in the room where you sleep?" ”

"I don't eat it." Wu Jin waved his hand, "I'll buy it tomorrow." ”

"Can't we leave tomorrow?"

"I met the transport army in the county seat, and said that the front was still collapsing, and the grain truck could not pass."

Mo Lingfeng buried his head in the chestnut cake and said in a low voice: "When my brother went to Kyoto at the age of eighteen, did he also live in this pavilion?" ”

"I miss my brother so much."