"Brother, it hurts." Mo Lingfeng whimpered in pain - her body and teeth were all soaked in too much honey, and she was sick.
Mo Qianlan motioned to the nanny to bring cold tea, and asked Mo Lingfeng to hold it in her mouth. After a while, she spit it into the spittoon, and then took another sip. This happened ten times. Mo Lingfeng's pain subsided a little, and Mo Qianlan hugged her and sat down. , let her sit on his lap, touched a large amount of insect tooth medicine with his index finger, and asked her to open her mouth: "Be good, ah."
"Ah..." Mo Lingfeng opened his mouth drooling, revealing his tongue and teeth without reservation.
Mo Qianlan put his fingers in until he touched the hot gums, and carefully applied the dental medicine both inside and outside.
Then he took the handkerchief from the nanny's hand, wiped his fingers clean at will, stretched out his hand to wipe the drool on Mo Lingfeng's chin, and whispered: "Go to sleep, brother is here, it won't hurt if you fall asleep."
Mo Lingfeng nestled in his arms, still humming softly, and Mo Qianlan stood up with her in his arms, pacing back and forth in the room.
After walking like this for half an hour, Mo Lingfeng finally fell asleep. He carefully handed the person into the hands of the nanny, walked to the bed, knelt on the bed with one leg, stretched out his arms and groped around the corner of the bed.
Her golden lock of longevity was wrapped in a handkerchief beside the pillow. She touched inside until she reached the gap between the bed curtains and found half a piece of candy with teeth marks on it.
Mo Qianlan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she took it out and handed it to the maid aside, and said to the nanny: "Keep it for her. She won't be able to see it when she gets up tomorrow, and she will make trouble again. Just don't let her eat it, so as not to get a toothache after eating it."
What was originally a complaint about the child's ignorance turned into helpless indulgence after he said it.
When he was twenty-four years old, a prostitute brought Mo Lingfeng to him as a baby when he was dying.
She said they were from the Mo family, but she couldn't produce anything. All she could produce was a page of broken family tree.
Mo Qianlan calculated according to the family tree and found that the infant baby was still his sister.
But at his age, he is really old enough to be her father.
He was old enough to be a father, but he had never been a father. Moreover, the Mo family had multiplied so far, and only their brother and sister were left. So he and Zhao Shiheng, first gave Mo Lingfeng a heavy lock, and then Ruzhu It is not easy to hold such a treasure like this.
The older she gets, the more her features resemble those of the Mo family, as if the Mo family's past is engraved in her eyes, and the heavy burden is engraved in her heart.
When he left the courtyard, he was not sleepy at all and did not want to go back to his aunt's courtyard. He also felt that it was windy and snowy and deserted. He did not want to be alone, so he turned back to Zhao Shiheng's residence in the front yard.
It was rare for Zhao Shiheng to stay in the mansion. He saw the light of the fire in a daze. He put on his clothes and got up, pulled on his shoes and turned out of the folding screen. He yawned loudly and saw Mo Qianlan standing in front of the desk, reading "The Legend of Gua Shuo".
He stepped forward to stir the fire with chopsticks, added a lot of charcoal, and put the lid on the stove: "Girl, you have a toothache again?"
"Well," Mo Qianlan took down a tube of Zifeng Langhao from Bijia Mountain, "Ink."
Zhao Shiheng stepped forward to polish the ink, and Mo Qianlan dipped one stroke into it, swiped it on the paper, put away the pen after just one sentence, and waited for the ink marks to dry.
The shadows of flying snow and feathers outside the window fell into the window and fell on the case, staring at Mo Qianlan's good calligraphy.
There are ups and downs, the pen is sharp, and the energy is like flying.
"The one who scratches all things is not as fast as the wind."
A phrase taken from "Shuo Gua Chuan", every word "Gangfeng", is Mo Qianlan's expectation for Mo Lingfeng.
He wanted to allow her freedom, and she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do.
At the same time, Wu Jin lit a dim butter lamp in the rented narrow room and wore a patched mattress to keep warm.
The homework he had written was placed neatly on one side, and he began to write his diary.
When the weather is cold, the feather pen is even more difficult to use. The tip of the pen is messy. It needs to be smooth and smooth when writing. After writing ten or twenty small characters, it becomes messy again.
He stretched out his hand to pluck off the loose hairs on the pen, and used a firm grip to avoid the ink from scattering quickly due to heavy force.
"On March 16, the 20th year of Yuanzhang, Xiaoxue,
It was cold and charcoal was scarce but expensive. Fortunately, Yin Bei helped me and bought a scale of crushed charcoal.
Cheng Tingyan reported a murder case. The deceased's internal organs were emptied out and his belly was filled with copper and iron coins. He was a mule.
After class, they sold cakes and sent them to Mo Mansion. They paid homage to Mo Jiedushi and saw Miss Mo with a swollen face and bad teeth. "
The ups and downs of the night journey in Mo Mansion were reduced to a few numbers, and he hid all the unspeakable things, leaving only a few words of emotionless facts. Only he himself could outline the connection.
Putting down his pen and blowing out the lamp, he touched the bed. The quilt was as cold as iron. Wu Yi huddled up. After sleeping for so long, his feet were still not warm.
He hugged Wu Yi's legs, his teeth chattering from the cold, and it took him a long time to fall asleep.
When the rooster crows, he hears something outside the house. He gets up, puts on his clothes, and goes out to help Wu's mother cook. "Mom, I'll only make a hundred cakes today. It's cold and there are fewer people going out, so we can't sell them." If you lose it, you’ll lose your money.”
A sugar cake sells for seven cents, and the cost is six cents. It all depends on selling more to make money. The weather is bad, and the family's financial situation is even more difficult.
"Okay, I'll tell my second son to eat an egg before leaving."
While the two were talking, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the house: "Brother Wu."
Wu Jin quickly stood up from the stove and went out to open the door: "Brother Yin! Come in and sit down!"
"Grandma," he called Wu's mother loudly again, "we have a visitor."
Wu Mu responded, wiped her hands and came out, immediately going into the house to bring out the charcoal basin.
Yin Bei stopped the mother and son and said, "Don't sit down anymore. Make two hundred sugar cakes at home and deliver them before noon."
Wu Jin knew in his heart that this was Mo Qianlan's care, so he nodded and said, "Yes, brother, don't worry, we won't miss the time."
He turned to Wu's mother and said, "Mom, go and get the second child up quickly. When get out of class is over, I will lead him to find the way."
Wu's mother was also overjoyed and hurried to wake Wu Yi up.
She didn't know who the person who came to order the cakes was from, but she thought it was a noble person that Wu Jin met in Zhouxue. After ordering these two hundred cakes, Wu Yi could make some more and sell them in the afternoon.
Wu Jin saw Yin Bei out: "Brother, did you come on foot?"
Yin Bei smiled and said: "Horse horses, the street where you live is too narrow and the horses can't get in, so I had to tie the horses to the wooden stakes at the entrance of the street."
"Not good." Wu Jin's expression changed, and he ran to the street, panting, looking at the empty rope, and then looked wordlessly at Yin Bei, who was following behind.
Not even a hair on the horse was gone.
The two looked at each other in confusion. Yin Bei didn't expect that the three sects and nine figures in Shishi Street were so quick. Looking at Wu Jin, he couldn't imagine how such a scholar could come from such a place.
He smiled and suppressed those messy thoughts: "Go and do your business. A good horse knows its way. I will find a way to get it back, but these little thieves will suffer."
Wu Jin also knew that Yin Beifei was an ordinary servant, so he said goodbye to him, went home and got his books, and told Wu Yi to put more sugar in the room before going to the state school.
Taking advantage of the break, he rushed home again, took Wu Yi to find the way, and then rushed back to the prefecture school for classes. Such exhaustion made the young man even more tired.
Fortunately, Mofu often came to order cakes after that, allowing him to take a breather and catch up on his studies.
