"Hey, Brother Jin is back."
"You have made a fortune in Jiedushi's house. You are still smart enough to be educated and work for a wealthy family."
"Otherwise, how can we send brother Yi to study? Brother Jin, your brother Yi is in trouble now. He goes out to sell cakes, and the young master from a rich family even packs the cake basket for him."
"If I had known better, I would have saved money and sent Shanbao to school."
"Brother Jin, your new clothes are a gift from your employer. They look good. They are not like those made by your mother and they don't fit you well."
Wu Jin smiled and didn't answer, but her uncles and aunts called her all the way.
Wu's father and Wu's mother were eagerly waiting for him. They couldn't help but be overjoyed to see him come back. Wu's mother first looked at him with her eyes, carefully looking at his expression, clothes, and baggage. If she saw anything strange, she still felt that he was not enough, so she stretched out her hand and patted him hard to see. The missing dust: "You're back! Are you hungry? Have you eaten?"
Father Wu was sitting in a chair, unable to move easily. He stroked his eyes with a smile on his face and said, "It's good to be back. A gold and silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse."
"Brother!" Wu Yi ran home panting, sprinted up onto Wu Jin's back, and couldn't help but crawl on him with both hands, "Brother, I couldn't sleep even if you weren't at home, why were you gone for so long? ?”
The wrinkles on Wu Mu's skinny face relaxed, and she stretched out her hand to tear off Wu Yi: "Don't bother your brother, let him rest. Boss, are you hungry?"
"I've eaten, mother, have you eaten?" Wu Jin turned around and closed the door, then bolted it horizontally.
Mother Wu was a little disappointed, shook her head and said, "I'm waiting for you."
Wu Yi glanced at the door latch quietly: "Mom, I'm hungry."
He slipped into the house and put down his book bag, then whirled into the kitchen like a gust of wind, salivating over the food in the kitchen - there were steamed pork with dried vegetables, stewed vegetables, yellow rice, and braised donkey intestines.
Wu Jin put down his baggage and entered the kitchen. As soon as he saw the food, he said to Wu's mother who was setting up the table and chairs: "Mom, I haven't eaten the braised donkey intestines you made for a long time. Please eat some more."
Mother Wu's movements immediately became brisk, with a smile on her face: "No, I haven't done it for a long time. This thing is troublesome and I haven't had time. Yesterday, Dahai from Master Cheng's house sent a message saying that you should be When I came back today, I simply didn’t make pancakes and went to buy intestines.”
Wu Yi picked up a piece of meat with his fingers and ate it: "Brother, what are you doing in Mo Mansion? Is it fun? They all said you were going to marry into the family..."
"Your brother is going to study hard," Wu's mother glanced at him, "Nothing like you!"
"Brother is not here, I'm going to sell cakes too!" Wu Yi frowned, and when he saw Wu Jin came in with his father in his arms, he quickly pulled out a chair.
Seeing Wu's father sitting down, he also sat down and smiled at Wu Jin: "Brother, I just said that Liu Bowen is a good friend of mine. When I go to sell cakes, he leads people to support me."
Wu Jin glanced at him: "Mom and dad haven't moved their chopsticks yet."
Wu Yi quickly retracted his hand that was reaching for the chopsticks, and waited for his parents to move their chopsticks before he began to eat.
After dinner, Wu Jin only mentioned the trip to Mo Mansion in one word. When he saw Wu Yi sliding out against the wall, pulling open the door latch and crawling out like a gecko, he took out ten taels of silver. He went to the kitchen and said to Wu's mother who was washing the dishes, "Auntie, this is the silver reward given by Envoy Mo Jiedu."
Mother Wu looked at the big ingot of snowflake silver, her turbid eyes were rounded, her lips were trembling, she wiped her hands on the rag again and again, but she still didn't dare to reach out to pick up the ingot of silver: "This, so much silver, Why did Jiedushi reward you? Did you suffer in the Mo family? "
Wu Jin put the money into her hand: "I didn't suffer any trouble, I ate and drank well."
"We don't want it," Wu Mu pushed it back to him, "Boss, please return the money to him, and we won't suffer this."
As a mother, she believed that her son had been wronged. How could it be so easy to eat from other people's homes?
Wu Jin didn't say anything, but she, as a mother, knew it well.
"Auntie, I'm standing here alive now. I don't even have a scratch on my skin. I really haven't suffered." Wu Jin helped Wu's mother sit down. "Take these ten taels of silver and go to the building manager early tomorrow morning." Shop, rent a shop. The rent for a shop on our street is about 800 cash a month."
He poured a glass of water for Wu's mother: "Let's rent the shop and open a Wu's cake shop. We won't have to run around here and there in the future."
Mother Wu gradually calmed down and took a sip of water: "But it's the same for us to pick them out and sell them. Why waste the rent money?"
"Auntie, my second son is greedy and easy to trick. When he goes out to sell cakes, he becomes more and more difficult to control. From now on, a teacher will restrain him in school during the day. When he comes back from class, he will be in the shop. You and dad will restrain him. I will always restrain him. I think something is wrong with Liu Bowen, what is he trying to do with his second son?"
"That's true, the bigger the dick, the more outrageous it becomes."
"Dad sits in the cupboard and sells some candied dried fruits, which is better than picking up beads. When the shop opens, our family's life will naturally get better and better."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, but you have to tell mother, what have you been doing at Mo's house these days?"
"Mom, I want to take a bath. Please help me boil a pot of water."
When Wu's mother heard this, she could only let out a long sigh and stopped asking about the affairs of Mo's house. She refilled the fire and boiled a large pot of water so that her son could take a quick bath.
After Wu Jin took a shower, he returned to the house, lit the oil lamp, and spread out the rolled-up quilt on the bed neatly. There were two pieces of bamboo paper that were rolled up into a ball on the table. He unfolded them and saw that they were two pieces of paper with scrapped writing. For large characters, he flattened the paper as much as possible - the back could still be used.
There was a coat draped on the chair that Wu Yi had just taken off. It was wrinkled. He shook it out and put it on the clothes rail. He also saw a pair of old shoes by Wu Yi, one kicked here and there and one in the corner. He also carried it. Come out and set it up.
He then sat down, spread out the paper, ground the ink, and carefully took out the pen.
The pen was so good that he couldn't bear to write, as he doubted that his loose ink would damage the purple hair.
He is a person who cherishes things. A feather pen can be used for a long time. Everything that comes out of his house, even a piece of patched and shabby clothes, is cleaner and ironed than others.
So he wanted to be extra nice to this pen.
Finally, he got up and went out, walking out of Shishi Street. On the way back, he saw a wild gardenia blooming in the night wind. He looked for it and looked at it for a long time in the night. Finally, he broke off the branches and leaves. Two flowers, I hurried back home, asked Wu Mu for an empty loess pot, filled it with a pot of water, and inserted the gardenia flowers into it.
The fragrance of the flowers spread immediately, calmly carrying the breath of early summer and sweeping through the humble room.
Wu Jin looked at these two lovely white gardenias, dipped a stroke of ink in them, and started writing on the bamboo paper.
"On April 22, the 20th year of Yuan Zhang, the sky was sunny.
Mo Ling's rubella has not subsided, her pulse is quiet and her body is cool, which is good. She must be blessed if she survives a catastrophe, and she must also be blessed. "
He couldn't help but look at the pen, fell in love with it, and then wrote: "I am also blessed."
