On March 21st, a holiday, Wu Jin carried a basket on his back and went out of the city to find a big elm tree. He jumped up to the top of the tree with his hands and feet, picked a basketful of elm coins and went home.
There is a small stove at home, which is specially used for boiling medicine. Today, he was asked to use it. He burned a small firewood, set up a small pot, poured in sesame oil, and fried Yuqian cakes with Wu's mother.
Wu Yi squatted aside, stirring the noodles for selling steamed cakes, with his hands in the basin and his eyes looking at the oil pan with salivation.
When the golden and buttery cake came out of the pan, Wu Jin carefully folded it on the oil paper bag to avoid breaking it.
Wu Yi couldn't help but said: "Brother, if you really want to send it to Ambassador Mo Jiedu, will they still be short of this food?"
Wu Jin picked out the crumbs and put them into Wu Yi's hand: "If they eat, it belongs to them. I give it to them to thank them for taking care of the business."
Wu Yi raised his head to eat and murmured in a low voice: "We sold the cakes and they bought the cakes. They didn't give us a penny more, so they didn't take care of us."
Wu Jin immediately became solemn and said solemnly: "A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring! There are so many cake sellers in Kuanzhou, and how many of them cook better than us. If the Mo family didn't think that I was a poor student, Why does it have to be ours! If you have such thoughts, you are a disobedient person and the root of resentment!"
He spoke harshly, and Wu's mother also scolded her with a few words. Wu Yi lowered his head and muttered: "Jiedu made so much money..."
Wu Jin's ears were filled with the sound of fried pancakes. She didn't hear his mumbling clearly for a moment and stared at him sternly: "What?"
He took out another broken piece and let it cool aside for Wu Yi to eat.
"It's nothing." Wu Yi did not dare to say any more, and was not afraid of being burned. He stretched out his claws from his throat and swallowed it whole, still greedy.
The oil pan continued to fry until noon, which attracted the neighbors to poke their heads in. Huang Yapo opened the door and walked in. She walked to the oil pan with her hands in her hands and said, "Oh, this is incredible. How much money did Xiongshan Temple lose? This oil was used." many."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to pinch it, but Wu Yi stretched out his arm and slapped it: "Mother-in-law, I haven't even eaten it. This is for the benefactor."
Huang Yapo retracted her hand and said, "Brother Jin, I heard that you climbed up a high branch, why don't we let our neighbors get some sesame oil?"
Wu Jin wrapped the oil paper and tied it gently with a fine hemp rope. He raised his head and said, "Mother-in-law enters the house through the door. She can enter everywhere in Kuanzhou City and coax people to move. There is no need to be born late. Mother-in-law only needs to behave well and be honest." With kindness, thousands of people will support you."
Huang Yapo was not a kind-hearted person to begin with, so he couldn't get rid of his old talk and sneered: "My branches are not as high as yours. If you continue to work hard, Mo Jiedushi may let you be his son-in-law."
Wu's mother stood up and pushed Huang Yapo out: "Auntie, don't talk nonsense. I have some work to do, and I can take advantage of it."
While the two were talking, they went out. Wu Jin changed into a long gown without patches, took the Yuqian cake, walked out of Shishi Street, and went to the corner gate of Mofu.
The door opened as soon as he knocked. Wu Jin explained his purpose of coming and wanted to hand the things over to the servants to take them in. Unexpectedly, the servants invited him in directly.
This time when we entered Mo Mansion, it was a nice day. The garden was illuminated brightly. Clusters of flowers were blooming in the sun. The grass and trees were lush green. The vines reached up to the eaves. There was also a swing placed there. It was very leisurely. quiet.
The servant led him straight from the verandah to the front yard, and then asked him to wait outside the courtyard gate while he reported the news. Within a moment, he was ushered in.
Sitting in the room were the Mo brothers and sisters. As soon as Wu Jin walked in, he found that Mo Qianlan was completely different from what he had seen that night.
Mo Qianlan lost his sharpness and gloominess, put on a lotus crown, wore a short-sleeved Taoist robe, and dressed like a Confucian scholar, very elegant.
Yin Beijie took the oiled paper bag, and Wu Jin bowed uprightly, folded his hands and folded his girdle, and lowered his eyes in front of him: "I met the Jiedushi envoy in my late life."
Mo Qianlan was distracted, waited for a moment, and then waved his hand softly: "Sit down, no need to be polite, what did you bring me?"
Wu Jin replied: "The Yuqian cakes made by my mother are insignificant, so I hope you don't dislike them."
"Things are of little importance," Mo Qianlan looked at Mo Lingfeng, "Ah, what you ate last year, do you still remember?"
Mo Lingfeng's pout was so big that it could hang an oil can. He hummed hard, which was not enough to express his anger. He frowned and ignored him.
"Then... taste it?" Mo Qianlan said hesitantly.
Yin Bei cleverly put the Yuqian cake on the plate, prepared chopsticks, and asked Mo Lingfeng to have a taste.
Mo Lingfeng lowered his mouth a little. After eating the cake, he lowered his mouth a little more. Finally, his anger turned into happiness and he nodded happily: "It's delicious, Wu Jin. Don't leave in a hurry. I'll take you for a walk." garden."
Mo Qianlan breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, have a good time."
Wu Jin sat aside and felt that Mo Qianlan was neither a brother nor a father, but more like Mo Lingfeng's filial son.
Mo Qianlan cleared her throat and spoke again nervously: "This study is actually not tiring. It's just writing a few words. Uncle Zhao will lead you to read two pages. If you don't believe me, just ask Wu Jin... ..”
Before he finished speaking, Mo Lingfeng put down his chopsticks with a "snap", his dark eyes drooped, he jumped down from the chair, grabbed Wu Jin's sleeves with great strength, and dragged him out: "Don't read!"
Mo Qianlan's full words stopped abruptly. He ate the biscuit dejectedly and chewed it for a while. He couldn't fault the Yuqian biscuit or Wu Jin. He could only put down his chopsticks and made something out of nothing: " Even a sheep with old leaves can't chew it, try it."
Yin Bei stood aside and tasted again and again with a smile on his face. He almost tasted all the Yuqian cakes, and finally said with a smile: "It's not as delicious as the ones made at our house."
Mo Qianlan glanced at him: "Get out!"
Yin Bei followed the words and rolled away, leaving only Mo Qianlan sighing in the room.
Mo Lingfeng walked very fast.
Her maroon clothes were fluttering under the sun, her face appeared pink, her eyes flickered, her long eyelashes flapped up and down like a fan, and her expression was particularly agile.
She walked into the garden with great energy, casually broke off a branch, scratched it on the ground for a while, looked up at Wu Jin: "I can read, look."
Wu Jin looked down at the four characters "Mo'er Lingfeng" on the ground and couldn't help laughing: "How old are you this year?"
"Eight years old." Mo Lingfeng skillfully climbed onto the swing seat and held the rope firmly with both hands. Without the help of the maids and mothers around him, he was like a loach with his two ends upturned, and the swing trembled and creaked. A few sounds.
The swing slowly began to swing, and the shadows of flowers and trees fell on her face. The golden necklace flashed brilliant golden light. She still felt that it was not high enough, so she squatted down and pushed forward hard, swinging the swing into the air. The hanging wisteria "clattered" from her Brushed it on his face.
Wu Jin unknowingly smiled all over his face, and his eyes followed the swing.
Seeing that the swing was getting higher and higher, almost level with the swing frame, Wu Jin blurted out: "Be careful!"
With his heart raised, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the servants standing around the garden.
The servants were all made of clay and didn't even raise their heads. Mo Lingfeng's happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy had nothing to do with them.
Mo Lingfeng laughed loudly, slowly regained his strength, stopped the swing, and asked Wu Jin where she picked the money. Wu Jin answered her questions and exchanged a few words. While they were enjoying themselves, Mo Lingfeng suddenly took out the money. Out of Tao Xun.
Wu Jin immediately felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and fled home in disgrace.
