Mo Song has always felt that Uncle is spying on him intentionally or unintentionally, for example, every time he turns around on the road, he can always see Uncle's face, so that he doesn't dare to go to Mo Hu and them to play.

He asked Uncle more than once: "Uncle, can you not follow me all the time?" ”

Mo Qinglin said indifferently: "You go yours!" I didn't follow you, I just walked this way! ”

deceived people, and he followed the turn when he turned the corner.

Mo Song was helpless, and his hands itched for a few days, and the depression in his heart became more and more intense.

That day and night he lay on the bed and turned over several times without falling asleep, and when he got up and wanted to go up to the hut, he saw the light in the hut in the courtyard from afar.

He was in a hurry, trembling and trying to knock on the door to urge the man to hurry.

"Who?"

Lu Ying's voice came out of the door indistinctly.

"I, Mosson! You're in a hurry. ”

The Mo family is just this thatched house, and sometimes it is inevitable to queue up, especially now that there are more people.

Mo Song waited for a while, and when he heard the sound of water inside, he couldn't help but curse angrily: "Dead girl, are you a buffalo?" Why haven't you finished peeing yet? ”

Hearing Mo Song's rude scolding, Lu Ying, who was taking a bath inside, made a pause, and became more and more slower.

Mo Song waited anxiously, and hurriedly urged: "Okay, okay?" ”

"Not already? Dead girl, you have made a home in it? ”

"Hurry up!"

With Mo Song's increasingly distorted scolding, she carefully rushed to every corner of her body, but gradually the sound outside disappeared.

Lu Ying thought that Mo Song couldn't wait to go somewhere else to solve it.

When she stepped out of the latrine with a bucket, she saw Mo Song still guarding the outside of the thatched hut under the wall.

Lu Ying laughed at him mercilessly: "Why don't you scold?" Tired of scolding? ”

Mo Song snorted coldly at her inexplicably, and then rushed into the thatched house like a gust of wind and slammed the door shut.

Lu Ying always felt that his expression was weird, and she couldn't tell what was weird. Back in the room, she naturally sat next to Mo Jingchun: "Sister Jingchun, let's continue." ”

She has recently become obsessed with the feeling of reading, and she repeats every word she learns for days.

Because he wanted to teach her, Mo Jingchun inexplicably had a sense of responsibility, and he worked harder than when he was studying alone.

This is the time of the night when they are most relaxed, but unfortunately the yard is too small, and the wind and grass from the next room always get into their ears.

For example, at this moment, Zhou was happily mentioning to Gao and Mo He that his sister-in-law had introduced a good family matter.

It is said that the man is mature and stable, has a field and a house, but his parents are dead and he is single, but fortunately, Mo He does not have to serve his in-laws when he marries, nor does he have to worry about the relationship between his concubines and brothers.

It's rare that Zhou's attitude towards Mo He has eased recently, and he rarely treats her anymore.

Thinking of the previous time when Zhou suddenly changed his attitude towards herself, it was difficult for Mo Jingchun not to suspect that she was secretly holding back some bad moves.

I heard Mo He stumbling on the other side of the wall, and said, "Is this too anxious?"

"Eh, there's no hurry! Girl, you're not too young, if you expect those matchmakers to come to you, maybe you will dislike you with two small ones! Listen to my sister-in-law's persuasion, I am my own person with you, and I will not harm you. It's hard to find such a good man with a lantern, how many women want to marry into his family? ”

Mo He glanced at the Gao family in embarrassment, she actually didn't want to remarry, but the Gao family specified that she couldn't agree.

"Then let's meet."

"Okay, I'll make an appointment with my sister-in-law!"

The Gao family has no opinion on this matter, if the person Zhou is looking for is really suitable, it doesn't hurt to meet him, after all, Mo He can't never marry again for the rest of his life.

"I really can't imagine that the second aunt still has the talent to be a matchmaker, it's a pity not to talk about matchmakers."

The movement outside could not hide the ears of the two of them, Mo Jingchun picked up the pen and wrote down the word "Shen", while mocking in a joking tone.

Lu Ying snorted lightly and sneered: "The weasel greets the chicken, and it's the first time I've seen her so kind." ”

"I'm curious what kind of woman she introduced to your mother? Isn't it going to be an old bachelor? ”

"Whatever, if that person comes to the door, I will beat him out, so that she will lose face and will no longer be able to hold her head up in front of her mother's house."

Lu Ying swore by it.

After getting along these days, perhaps because of her love for teaching her to read, Lu Ying gradually opened her heart to Mo Jingchun.

In addition to her poisonous mouth and cold arrogance, Lu Ying always has a tenacious weed energy on her body, and she is very backbone.

Mo Jingchun decided to retract his old views on her and get along with her again.

The two of them will talk straight when they have something to say, and they won't be tired at all.

Mo Jingchun was also affected by the ambition in her, and she acted and spoke a lot less cowardly.

"You beat people out, grandma can't be angry with you?" Mo Jingchun gave her an idea, "And if you do it, maybe you will cry out for pain when you bump into your second aunt's stomach." ”

"I don't care so much, whoever makes me uncomfortable, I'm going to make him uncomfortable."

Lu Ying said in her heart that it was best to drive them out, she couldn't stand this anger for a day, and it was not impossible for her Lu Ying to support her mother and younger brother with her own hands.

She is young, but her ambition is not small.

"Okay."

Zhou's shame, she is happy to see it.

Mo Jingchun shook his head and threw a peeled chestnut into his mouth.

The chestnuts were collected by Hang Sheng a few days ago, and he said that he should eat more chestnuts in the autumn, but Bo Qingshan didn't like to eat raw chestnuts, and finally made them all into sugar-fried chestnuts.

At that time, Mo Jingchun looked at the chestnuts that were dozens of catties and fell into silence, and bluntly said that she couldn't move this small body at all.

So Bo Qingshan decided to let her stand aside and command Hang Xian's hands.

Before frying the chestnuts, wash a layer of fluff on the shell with water, and use a knife to cut a bite on the rough bottom of the chestnut.

Dozens of pounds of chestnuts, he rowed alone from dawn to dark.

Bo Qingshan didn't allow Mo Jingchun to help him, saying that he wanted him to have a long memory, where did anyone buy so many chestnuts at once?

Finally, everything was drawn, and on the second day, Mo Jingchun came and asked him to pour the salt into the pot, and quickly poured the chestnuts into it and stir-fried while the salt was cold.

This step almost made Hang Sheng's hand useless, and he couldn't lift it directly the next day.

Stir-fried chestnuts should be stir-fried until the white salt begins to turn yellow, and then add white sugar to stir-fry together, and it will become a sweet and glutinous sugar fried chestnuts.

But twenty catties of chestnuts were fried at once, and they couldn't eat them all with three meals a day.

Bo Qingshan didn't allow him to waste, and he solved two catties by setting an example.

Hang Sheng bitterly pulled Uncle Wu to peel a piece of chestnuts that he had fried for a day, and swore that he never wanted to see this thing again, and begged Mo Jingchun to take the rest home and distribute it to his younger brothers and sisters at home.

Mo Jingchun frowned: "It's not that I don't help you, I can't finish eating so many of you!" ”

"Why don't you take it to the village entrance and distribute it to the children in the village?"

She gave him an idea, and Hang Sheng slapped his thigh: "Okay! ”

Immediately, he went out with a basket full of chestnuts on his back.

Mo Jingchun said in his heart, when he goes home in a while, he will probably hear the children nearby say that there is a big fool who sends chestnuts under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village?

Bo Qingshan shook his head helplessly: "This fool, the old man who looks at people selling chestnuts is pitiful, but he doesn't know that he is complaining here for a long time, and people are squatting on the top of his own mountain and counting the money. ”

If you like it, I recommend it and collect it a lot~

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