In the evening of the next day, Wu Jin came out of the bookshop, carrying the letter and carefully carrying two packages of "Spicy Qiong Ye", and walked to Mo Mansion.
These two packets of "Crisp Qiong Ye" are made from the steamed cakes saved last night. They are cut into thin slices, soaked in the boiled sugar liquid, and then taken out and baked in the stove until they are brown and crispy. The mouth is full of sweetness. fragrant.
When he was an apprentice, he could eat a piece of crispy Qiong leaf brushed with sugar, and his mouth would be filled with sweetness all day long.
Later, he picked out cakes to sell. Knowing that sugar was expensive, he was reluctant to make steamed cakes even if he had leftovers, and he never tasted them.
Early this morning, he saw Wu Yi's mother leaving some steamed cakes for him to make breakfast in the kitchen, but he didn't eat them. He cut them all out, made sugar and made pancakes, left a portion for Wu Yi, and gave another to Cheng. Ting brought one portion, and he took the remaining two packages to Yin Bei, asking him to bring them to Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng has a sweet tooth, so he must like to eat it.
However, his letter and things were not delivered to Baozhai until two days later, and the amount of Su Qiong Ye was reduced from two packages to one and a half packages - half of which was tasted by Mo Qianlan.
When Mo Lingfeng learned that Yin Bei had sent something, he immediately ran back from the street.
The fort had just been swept away by a strong wind, and the ground was covered with sand and dust. Every step she took, she made a footprint in the yellow sand.
Yin Nan followed closely behind, his face sallow and showing a lot of vicissitudes of life.
A young boy's squeaking voice came from behind the two of them.
Mo Lingfeng's ears were filled with the sound of wind. He vaguely heard him say that he was a "deserter" first, and then said, "Okay, okay, don't leave if you don't fight."
She ignored the urgent call and just walked away, so the voice chased after her, "Don't leave after the military training tomorrow, we are still wrestling."
Mo Lingfeng ignored him and just ran home.
There are eleven forts and villages along the entire northwest. The Zhenrong Army is among the Dazhai and Gaoping Village. The one she arrived at is Gaoping Village.
Gaopingzhai is no different from an ordinary town. There are merchants and foot shops, soldiers have their own residences, and their families can also get land. She lives in a second-level house, which is not big. She and Wu Jin rented it when they were in Baijiaqiao. The house is about the same, but when you actually live in it, it's much worse than Wu Jin's place.
First of all, when the house was built, the wood was not neat and tidy, and the wall panels, beams, columns, and eaves were all uneven. Their heads were exposed and their legs were upturned. There was a sense of incongruity that everyone looked down upon.
The outside of the house was already such a mess, and the inside was even more unbearable. Corners had been cut to the point of not collapsing, and the wooden boards were not as thick as her palm. The family on the left raised countless chickens, croaking and flapping endlessly from morning to night. The stench of chicken shit ran along the wall panel and reached her nose, and she couldn't escape it no matter where she went.
Moreover, this house is unlucky, a Zhengdu head just died inside.
Du Tou did not die in battle, but went to steal a chicken in the cold weather. His foot slipped and the back of his head hit the ground. He was smashed red and white on the spot, and his soul returned to the underworld.
Living in such a house, Mo Lingfeng often felt irritable and restless, so he could only rely on blowing the xun to soothe his mood.
But as soon as Yin Bei came, she would be at peace for several days.
She rushed back to the yard in a hurry. There was a wooden basin in the yard with her dirty clothes soaked in it. There was a small stool beside the wooden basin, and Yin Nan would sit here from time to time and rub her clothes.
Yin Bei couldn't stay long and had already left. All the large and small packages were piled on the table in the main room.
Mo Lingfeng hurriedly opened one and saw that inside were her spring clothes, all of which had been smoked in a smoker, as well as her favorite porcelain baby pillow. At a glance, she knew that Mo Qianlan and her nanny had packed them together.
There is also a candy box filled with candied fruits, which must have been picked by Zhao Shiheng himself.
Among these things, she smelled the smell of Mo Mansion - the ancient smell that even incense could not cover up, and the smell of medicine that had been floating around all year round, mixed into the smell of Mo Qianlan's body.
She buried her head in the pile of clothes, took a few deep breaths, wiped away her tears, and held back a loud cry.
She misses home.
Although we are still in Kuanzhou, our home seems far away, thousands of miles away.
On New Year's Eve, she heard the soldiers singing and drinking. She stood in the open space and looked towards Kuanzhou City. She saw that the city was dimming and bright, and large fireworks exploded in the night sky. The sound of firecrackers crackled and spread. When we arrived at the fort, there was only a hollow echo.
She felt lonely and wanted to cry. She stayed alone all night, hoping that her brother would be healthy and safe in the new year. She went out for a walk the next day, but she only received countless looks.
After walking like this for most of a day, she didn't see Nomad Qing, and no one cared about her. She only had a clear idea of the general distribution of the fort, and there was no one around her except Yin Nan.
Mo Lingfeng endured the tears, turned his head to take a breath, and smelled another aroma that was different from the one in the candy box.
It is the aroma that comes out after the grain is roasted.
She reached out to touch it and took out an oil paper bag. She sat up and opened the cotton rope on it. She found that there was a crispy Qiong leaf inside. She picked up a piece and tasted it. She said "yeah", raised her eyebrows and stuffed the whole piece into it. in the mouth.
“Yin Nan, this is delicious, it’s soaked in sugar!”
She handed a piece to Yin Nan with joy.
Yin Nan took it in his mouth and felt very good. He took a piece of chewy chew from Mo Lingfeng's hand and ate it. He also gained some strength and was able to go out and continue washing clothes like a big maid.
She found a woman to wash her clothes, but Mo Lingfeng didn't dare to leave them to anyone else, so she could only sit here and rub them again and again. However, Mo Lingfeng often had people push her down to the ground and beat her, and her clothes wouldn't last a day. Have to change.
Mo Lingfeng continued to rummage through the package, and saw another oil paper package with a letter from Wu Jin pinned on it.
"Wu Jin!"
She opened the letter and read it. Inside was Wu Jin's diary from two days ago. After reading it word for word, she felt that the bruise on the corner of her eyebrow was no longer so painful.
Wu Jin, like these old things, was always on her side, unlike Baozhai, who only had exiles and provocations that left her at a loss.
She put the food on the table, put the clothes and porcelain pillows that smelled like home on the bed, and put the letter in the box. As soon as she put it in, she took it out again and burned it in the charcoal basin with great reluctance.
The room suddenly filled with smoke, and then Nomad Qing trotted in, shaking off the yellow sand on his body: "Girl."
Mo Lingfeng didn't find him, but he found Mo Lingfeng at the training ground, and all the exiled "Dingyuan Army" quietly returned to Mo Lingfeng.
As soon as he came in, Yin Nan also followed him in eagerly. He was a head shorter than Yin Nan, but his momentum was not weak. He naturally opened the candy box and took out a handful of dried plums: "Girl, I can Want something to eat?”
Yin Nan was furious when he was washing his clothes. When he saw Nomad Qing asking for help, he immediately reached out to grab it. Nomad Qing avoided it with his right hand and used his left hand to fight Yin Nan three times, then slapped Yin Nan on the table: "Not long. memory."
Yin Nan was full of murderous intent and flopped like a fish. Mo Lingfeng looked at him coldly for a moment and scolded Nomad Qing: "Let go."
Nomad Qing let go of his hand with ease and looked loyally at the little girl in front of him who was beaten again.
"Girl, Sanchuan Village evacuates to the surrounding Dingchuan Village and Huaiyuan Village. A war is coming."
