The mother and son were talking angrily, and Wu's father was on the side, with a slap in his hand, waiting for the opportunity to give his dick such a slap.

If there was no one next to Wu Jin, after eating the noodles, he picked up the bowl, drank the soup one by one, sent the bowl to the kitchen, washed his face, and walked in again: "A-Niang, I won't come back tomorrow night, I want to rest in Mofu, don't wait for me." ”

Mother Wu stopped, nodded and said, "Okay, is the room where you sleep there warm, do you want to bring clothes?" ”

"Warm," Wu Jin reached out and took the crane on the bed rail, put it in the crook of his arm, leaned over and touched Wu Yi's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Second brother, don't talk angry, bad words hurt people, Daddy and Auntie have worked hard all day, why do you still break their hearts." ”

His expression and voice were gentle, and he didn't blame Wu Yi too much, Wu Yi snorted, closed his mouth, and didn't say anything.

Wu Jin pressed his shoulder again: "You have worked hard too, go to sleep." ”

Wu Yi's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and the quilt was pulled over his head to cover his face.

He knew that he had made a mistake and had affected his family, he was busy in the cake shop every day, the cakes could not be sold, and he had to pick them out and sell them everywhere, and when he returned home, his father and mother reprimanded him at every turn, he also worked hard, and he was also wronged.

Wu Jin saw his grievances, and his grievances flowed out and quietly wet the quilt.

Wu's mother knew that Wu Jin still wanted to write a book and a diary, so she urged him to go back to the house, and asked him if he wanted a charcoal basin

Wu Jin waved his hand out, returned to his room, lit the oil lamp, took out the folded article in his arms, read it carefully, spread out the pen and paper, and copied a copy of the article.

After copying, he didn't rush to warm the book, but closed his eyes and thought about what he was going to do from beginning to end.

The next day, Wu Jin first went to Yuhua Street, booked a pavilion at the Gyeongbuk Yan Pavilion, and then went to Mofu with the article.

As soon as he stepped into the mountain wilderness with his front foot, Yin Bei's back foot followed, and he walked in a hurry, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, as if he had encountered a particularly good thing.

"Young Master Wu," Yin Bei grinned when he saw him, "Our uncle moved his fingers last night. ”

Wu Jin nodded indifferently.

Yin Bei didn't notice his coldness, he was still very happy, there was a smile in his eyes, but he smiled and smiled, and he couldn't stop laughing, he found that Wu Jin was treating Mo Qianlan with an almost indifferent attitude.

He suddenly remembered that one year, Wu Jin and the Cheng Ting brothers gave Mo Qianlan a New Year's Day together, and Mo Qianlan gave Wu Jin a string of gold to pay New Year's money.

Wu Jin accepted this string of money under the gaze of Wang Zhizhou and others, but when he left, he returned this string of money to the hands of the corner gate guard, and did not take a penny.

At that time, he thought that Wu Jin was too upright and unsuccessful, but now that he looks at it, Wu Jin seems to have a huge estrangement from Mo Qianlan.

At the same time, he remembered that since Wu Jin came to Mo Mansion to do things, he had only seen Mo Qianlan once when he first entered the mansion, and he had never been to Ertang again, and even when the girl was there, he would not go to Ertang to take a look in order to please the girl.

Yin Bei was stunned, a little at a loss: "Li Yitie came to see it last night, and only said that living people will smoke it in their dreams, and it is a good thing not to die."

In his eyes, the Mo family brothers and sisters are one, intimate, and inseparable, but Wu Jin seems to have neatly divided the Mo family brothers and sisters into two halves.

He even felt that once Mo Qianlan woke up, Wu Jin would not look back and leave the Mo Mansion - because Wu Jin only served Mo Lingfeng's bowl.

The feelings were too complicated for him to understand.

And Wu Jin sat in front of the table, with his two elbows resting on the table, his ten fingers crossed in front of his nose and mouth, looking at Yin Bei without any emotion, waiting for him to finish speaking.

He himself was a silent "accomplice", and if he had any sympathy for Mo Qianlan, he would immediately fall into an inextricable self-blame.

Grain transport officer - the second child of Li widower's family, Chen Dawang, Li Xin.

Classmates who went to Kyoto - Qi Sheng'an, Pan Yi, Chen Bai, Wei Hu, Zhuo Hao.

There are also a hundred soldiers who died in Jeju - Lin Guorui, Lin Shu, Liu Hongyun, Ruan Sheng, Lin Zhi, Xia Qin.

He kept their names in his heart, and they would churn with blood every now and then.

"Young Master Wu," Yin Bei stopped talking, and opened the two cages, "This is a garment made of clothes, you try it, and then change it if it is not suitable, this is all an example." ”

Wu Jin got up and walked to the box, leaned over to look, and saw that the clothes inside were all shirts worn by ordinary scholars, and the clothes, heads, shoes and socks were not overrun, so he took out a round-necked Bailan and put it on, with a soap-colored edge, with a soap-colored waist tape, he looked down at the fine stitches: "Suitable." ”

"I'll have someone send you to your house."

"Okay."

Wu Jin changed back into his old clothes, Yin Bei patted his head, remembered a major event, hurriedly went to the front hall and took out a booklet, and put it in front of Wu Jin: "The deputy envoys in front of him began to prepare for the small tribute sent to Kyoto for the New Year, you can take a look." ”

Wu Jin took it in his hand, lowered his head and glanced at it, and wrote the same words at the beginning: "Gong Wei His Majesty the Emperor bows to Jin'an, and his merits are high." Drape to the south."

Later, each of them made a congratulatory poem, which was numbing to read, and finally the gift list they had drawn up, including crystal cups, coral trees, jade Guanyin and other things, all of which were gold, silver and jewelry, far exceeding Mo Qianlan's fortune.

"That's what you did in previous years?"

Yin Bei nodded: "It's almost, but not as much as this year, I asked, the deputy envoys felt that the uncle couldn't move, thanks to His Majesty's refusal to give up, he still made a festival envoy, so I want to add more small tribute, thank Your Majesty Longen." ”

Wu Jin finished reading this long list of gifts: "It turns out that Mr. Zhao didn't say anything about sending these?" ”

Yin Bei scratched his head very embarrassedly: "Mr. Zhao has always disagreed, but the uncle didn't listen to persuasion, and said that Your Majesty is not greedy for these mundane things, send him more, and be happy to kill him." ”

Wu Jin listened and didn't say anything more.

It's just that now that the Mo Mansion can no longer go against the wind, His Majesty may not be able to understand this ridicule, and this gift list can't be so capricious.

He picked up the crystal cup and wrote down the 100 Hengshan goats, Jiaxian oil dates and other soil instruments, and replaced Danqing's "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains" with "Wind and Rain Return to the Boat", and returned it to Yinbei: "Do it like this." ”

Yin Bei nodded hurriedly, and was about to go out, when Wu Jin suddenly said, "Wait a minute." ”

He wrote down a letter of worship at his desk, put it in a wooden box together with an article, and handed it to Yin Bei: "Send it to Cheng's mansion, hand it over to Cheng Zhifu, and ask him to go to the Shenzi Pavilion of Qingbei Yanguan on Yuhua Street at the end of noon." ”

"Do you want me to follow you?"

"No," Wu Jin laughed, "I have a number." ”

When Yin Bei heard him say that there was a number, he knew that there was really a number - Wu Jin acted, every detail must have been rehearsed countless times in his heart, anyone's reaction was clear, and every instruction was clear and powerful, and it would never make people feel at a loss.