The children in Mojia Village thought that he was the young master of any family in the county, so they didn't dare to come forward to make trouble, and they frolicked and pushed me home for breakfast.

The carriage drove away, gradually condensing to the size of a grain of rice.

Mo Qinglin slapped Mo Jingchun on the shoulder: "What else do you want?" ”

Mo Jingchun said "oh", she said slowly: "Uncle, you go back first, I remembered that Aunt Ming called me the day before yesterday, and I will go back when I go to see it." ”

Mo Qinglin snorted impatiently: "People shouted at you, you just remembered it today... People are cold. ”

Thinking that it was inappropriate to say this now, he quickly pretended to be okay and said, "Okay, you go quickly, go quickly, Uncle didn't say anything." ”

Looking at his back and running away, Mo Jingchun shook his head helplessly, Uncle really didn't have any overnight troubles.

"Little girl, why are you sighing here?"

Bo Qingshan went and returned, and saw that only Mo Jingchun was left under the tree at the entrance of the village, shaking his head and sighing, his eyebrows and eyes were not as depressed as in his previous life, he should have not been squeezed by her second uncle's family.

He asked with a chuckle as he walked over slowly.

Suddenly someone came and went, Mo Jingchun looked up blankly and saw Bo Qingshan who had gone and returned.

He is dressed in a dark robe and his body is like a jade tree, and his face has not grown a beard like in his previous life, and he is hearty and clear.

"Brother Bo, you just... Aren't you gone? ”

When Bo Qingshan heard her name like this, he recalled memories.

He recognized her at a glance in the crowd, maybe she had a miserable life in her previous life, this girl looked no different from the current ten-year-old at the age of eighteen, just like a little chicken.

Bo Qingshan hooked his head, bent his waist slightly, and made a distressed expression: "Yes, I said I wanted to come down and walk, let my coachman go first." But I'm lost now, little girl, what's your name? Do you know where Zhao Yuanwai's former home is in this village? ”

The clouds on the horizon fade towards the clouds, and the waning moon retreats.

The young man waited for her to answer.

The Bo Qingshan in front of him looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, much more immature than his previous life.

Mo Jingchun was ashamed of him before he died, and he helped himself, but he got into a commotion.

So she repaid this shame on the young man in front of her, and whispered: "I know, I'll take you there." ”

Along the way, Bo Qingshan was full of interest and praised every grass and tree in Mojia Village.

He said: "I came here to find a place with good scenery to live in and cultivate my self-cultivation. ”

"My father was gone some time ago, and my relatives came every day to urge me to hurry up and marry the girls they fancied while I was filial. What's the matter, when I get married, my shop has their surname? ”

Mo Jingchun listened silently all the way, and only said a few words when he came up and asked her to respond.

Bo Qingshan was helpless in the end, he was so enthusiastic, how could the little girl still ignore it.

What Mo Jingchun thought in his heart was why he talked so much, he had only met him for the first time, how could he reply to him?

Of course, in a sense, for the first time, I thought that the other party didn't know me yet.

Bo Qingshan didn't give up, and came up to her again and asked: "Little girl, you are so timid, if anyone bullies you, don't you dare to squeak?" ”

Mo Jingchun stood still, he didn't look at the road, and almost hit his head on the door of Zhao's house.

"Huh? It's here. ”

He looked at it: "It's okay, it's a little old, it's better to be wild." ”

He said in his heart that he was about to vomit all the way, he had walked the road 800 times in his previous life, and lived in a house for more than ten years, could he not know it?

Unexpectedly, God can't see the unclear death in his last life, and let him live again to find out the dog thief.

He smiled at Mo Jingchun: "Thank you, little girl, for not telling me what your name is." ”

Mo Jingchun pursed his lips and said, "Mo Jingchun." ”

"What a name, the blossoming garden tree suddenly surprises spring?" Bo Qingshan raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "It's too vulgar to call you Chun'er, I'll call you Jingchun." ”

For the first time in her life, Mo Jingchun heard that her name could be explained by such beautiful verses, she had never read a book for more than 20 years in her previous life and this life combined, and the only person she had ever seen was Mo Qing, the son of Yao and Mo Jinyuan, but Mo Qing had a stinky temper, and she was arrogant when she saw everyone, and she didn't have a chance to learn anything at all.

She muttered and repeated: "Blossoms... Yuan Tree... Sudden spring? ”

"Do you know what that means?"

Mo Jingchun shook his head.

Mai Xiu Harada is looking at the beginning of the year, and the flowers and trees are suddenly spring.

Bo Qingshan pointed to the rice fields on the side of the road, and taught her word by word: "Maixiu Harada, if you think about the autumn harvest, this piece of gold is full of wheat." ”

"The blossoming garden tree means that the flowers in the mountains are blooming, and the trees are budding, which is very beautiful."

But she doesn't like the autumn harvest and spring planting, and when the farm is busy, she has more work to do. The hands of the rice harvester are all red marks, and there are wet and sticky locusts on the legs, which makes people numb.

He went on to explain: "Mai Xiu Harada is looking at the beginning of the year, which means that when the wheat is almost ripe, you can start looking forward to the end of the year, and when the flowers and trees suddenly start spring, people suddenly realize that spring has arrived. ”

Mo Jingchun followed his words and thought about the scene depicted between these words, which was indeed beautiful.

Her eyes crooked, and she sincerely thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Bo." ”

Bo Qingshan waved at her: "Go back, Shocking Spring girl, I should go in too." ”

...

Mo Jingchun was stunned, and he disappeared.

She really wants to ask, where is the girl in the spring better than Chun'er?

Mo Jingchun returned to Mo's house, and met Zhou and Mo Yuanlin going out, the two had already eaten, and one of them carried a hoe and was about to go down to the field.

Mo Jingchun didn't see them, but Zhou shouted first: "The oil paper in the kitchen is our family's things, don't use it blindly, I remember it clearly." ”

Her voice drew sideways glances from those along the way.

Mo Jingchun didn't like it in his heart, and raised his voice: "I won't use it, Aunt Yuanlin." ”

She didn't even call her second sister-in-law, and choked Zhou again.

Next door, Liu's "hehe" twice, deliberately learned her to Zhou: "Yo! Aunt Yuanlin, why isn't it the second aunt? ”

Zhou wanted to scold her, but ignored her.

If people are separated from you, they are not a family, why do you call you Aunt Yuanlin?

Mo Yuanlin pulled Zhou away.

Mo Jingchun leaned on the door frame, and Liu waved at her and called her over.

"Aunt Ming's chickens are eggs every day, and your uncle and I can't eat these at home. You take it, share it with Qinglin, and save it next time and send it to you when you save it. ”

Aunt Ming carried a small bamboo basket and stuffed it for her.

It was covered with a soft cloth, and a dozen or so eggs were piled up on it, and they were cleaned.

Mo Jingchun's heart warmed and wanted to refuse, but Liu refused: "You kid, aren't you just eggs?" What my aunt still has is that you Sister Minmin can't take it away, so what's polite! ”