The family was divided under the witness of the clan elders, and their family did not have much property, so they were divided quickly.

It's just that when dividing the house, the Mo family only had one kitchen, and the Zhou family preemptively said: "The kitchen should always be given to us, right?" Otherwise, where are we going to cook? ”

The patriarch waited for the Gao clan to make a decision.

What Zhou said is not unreasonable, their family of three works in the field and has to cook and eat every day.

But I have to cook with Chun'er and Qinglin, what should I do?

Gao pondered for a long time and said, "Yes, but it will take a few days for Chun'er and Qinglin's houses to reopen the kitchen, and you are not allowed to stop them if they want to use the kitchen these days." ”

Zhou folded his hands around his chest and nodded reluctantly: "That's not too long, five days at most." ”

Mo Qinglin couldn't see her face, and choked up: "Don't worry, four days at most." ”

Originally, Mo Changlin's couple's room was the largest and brightest, and it was assigned to Mo Qinglin, and if he wanted to marry in the future, it would not be cramped if he wanted to marry as a marriage room, as long as he repaired it again.

The Gao family still lives in their own house, and a slightly smaller room next to her is given to Mo Jingchun, although it is not big, but it is relatively independent from Zhou's and Mo Qinglin's room, and it will not be inconvenient when she is older.

Zhou and Mo Yuanlin lived in the original house, and also allocated a small room where Mo He lived for Mo Song to live alone.

Later, when he grows up, he can carve out a piece of open space next to it and expand it as a new house.

Mo Song didn't have any brains now, he was so happy to hear that he was going to have a separate room, he was dancing, and he wanted to show off when he saw Mo Jingchun and Mo Qinglin.

It's a pity that neither of the two has the kung fu to pay attention to him.

Mo Jingchun moved all his things out of Mo Changlin's room and returned them one by one.

She was in a particularly comfortable mood, and after cleaning up slowly, she saw Mo Qinglin pull out a head from the door.

He said embarrassedly: "Chun'er, why are you helping me?" ”

Mo Jingchun saw his mess and didn't want to care about him.

In his previous life, Mo Qinglin was also in order to be less mistreated by the Zhou family, so he went out to find a foreman to do long-term work before he got married, and worked in the village of another town, and it was rare to come back.

often asked someone to bring money back, but unfortunately Zhou took that money, didn't use it on her, and didn't scold her less.

Later, she got married, and the Zhou family moved to the town, which was even rarer, and they could only see each other almost once a year, and the two secretly wiped their tears when they met.

Thinking of these things, Mo Jingchun's chest couldn't breathe again, and the pain was uncomfortable.

She would make this mistake whenever she remembered the past.

Mo Qinglin thought that he had provoked her, so he quickly apologized: "Wrong, I was wrong Chun'er, I'll come by myself, you lie down, ah." ”

Mo Jingchun shook his head, put aside him to support his hand, and when he came to ease, he looked at him very seriously: "If anyone makes me have a bad time in the future, uncle, you can help me beat that person, don't think that you can make money." ”

There was no beginning or end to what she said, Mo Qinglin scratched his head and smiled: "What you said, who dared to bully my niece in the past, and I, Mo Qinglin, spared him?" ”

Mo Jingchun blinked his eyes to avoid letting him see the wetness, and urged: "Uncle, go and clean up your things." ”

"Okay."

Mo Qinglin didn't dare to pull her to help him clean up, and after driving her out to play, he pondered it himself.

Mo Jingchun was pushed out of the door by him, and he didn't want to go back and sit in a daze thinking about those things, so he simply walked around the village.

It was spring ploughing in the village, and there were few people on the road, so she walked along the only stone road in the village to the place where Bo Qingshan lived in her previous life, and found that it was still empty.

In other words, this will be Bo Qingshan has not moved yet.

She leaned against the door for a moment, wondering when he had moved in.

Then I found that I couldn't remember, well, I should have been patronizing and sad, and I didn't even know that there were more people in the village.

She stayed there until noon, when the villagers came back from the fields and walked home with their hoes.

Smoke curled from the house, and she was hungry.

Patting the soil on her body, she was wearing a thin cotton coat that was half-new, and it was still cold in the village in early spring, so she also had to go back to discuss with Qinglin to take advantage of the weather to quickly plant the seeds.

Her father was given forty acres of land, and now it should be taken back.

The remaining twenty acres of Yongye Tian were given to her and the Gao family, and Qinglin was naturally given to him by the imperial court when he became an adult, so he did not give it to him this time, but gave him the vegetable garden behind the house.

Therefore, Gao's meaning is to ask Qinglin to ponder these places with her, Qinglin is naturally willing, even if Mo Jingchun doesn't give him a seed in these twenty acres of land, he will come to help.

After all, his mother and Mo Jingchun's mother, the two most important women in him.

Therefore, the old Mo family split up this time, and it can be said that it is only the second room and the family that are separated separately.

Mo Jingchun finally had a good night's sleep, from three days ago when he opened his eyes back to the age of ten, counting the eight years after the death of the Gao family in his previous life, he was finally relieved.

The next morning, there was a commotion at the entrance of the village, which woke her up from her dream.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, went to the ground, dressed, and washed herself with a basin of hot water, and then put two small chirps on her current self.

Then I came to the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, and found that Mo Qinglin also got up, and gathered in the crowd to watch the excitement.

There are a bunch of village children gathered here, no wonder it is so noisy.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" She pointed to her ear, indicating that she had been woken up.

Mo Qinglin turned his head and grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth: "Uncle Yingui said that a foreigner came here today, from the city, and I haven't seen anyone from the city, so I'll take a look with them here." ”

Mo Jingchun thought that it should be Bo Qingshan, what did he really want.

She also wanted to see what Bo Qingshan would be like, so she stood beside Mo Qinglin, curled her lips and said, "I want to see it too." ”

She was dressed in a blue and black cotton dress, although the clothes were not very good-looking, but her complexion was fair and well-proportioned, and her hair was black and dense, which was completely different from the appearance of the rest of the old Mo family.

Mo Changlin often said that the best thing in the old Mo family was Qinglin, but Mo Qinglin ran all over the village when he was a child, and he couldn't see his eyes and nose at all.

It's just that they were playmates when they were young, and they often got together.

After waiting for a while, I heard the sound of a carriage on the official road, and a black and gray carriage drove in.

When the coachman saw so many children on the road at the intersection, he was startled, and turned around and called his master: "Second Master Bo." ”

Everyone consciously gave way for the carriage to pass.

Bo Qingshan lifted the curtain to reveal his upper body, smiled lightly, and arched his hand slightly: "A certain surname Bo, live here for a long time in the future, you can just shout Qingshan." ”

Although he has never worn gold and silver, his bearing is very extraordinary, and although his tone of speech is quite polite, there is a resistance that no one can approach.