After the grandfather and grandson arrived home, Mo Li brought out the stewed pigeon soup, "Brother Qingyuan, sister Wanwan, come and drink the soup."
After calling the two of them, he shouted to Song Nanzhi: "Grandma, I also scooped a bowl of soup for you. I will go to the kitchen to serve it right away."
Mo Li kept paying attention on the road, and when he saw them coming back, he immediately went to the stove to fill up the stewed pigeon soup. After bringing two bowls to the table, the three of them walked to the yard, and one bowl was still left on the stove. It hasn't been brought out yet.
After Mo Li finished speaking, Mrs. Du walked out of the kitchen with a bowl, "I brought it out. You don't have to go to the kitchen. You go and rest for a while. I'm busy in the kitchen."
Although she knew that Mo Li was a baby bought by the Mo family, she was different from their family. Although the master's family treated them well, they treated Mo Li as a granddaughter, so Du Shi usually took more care of Mo Li. , she wanted to learn how to cook in the kitchen, so she taught her seriously.
The conditions of the Mo family are now good, they have no worries about food and clothing, and there are people doing all the work at home and outside the house. However, Mo Li feels that he is just a free man, so whenever he is not in class, he goes into the kitchen and cooks with Du Shi, and he also makes a determined effort. When I grow up, I will go to the county to sell Blue Bay bags with Qiao Yulian.
"Okay!" Mo Li thought that the food was almost ready and there was nothing going on in the kitchen. Besides, she also wanted to ask Brother Wen Qingyuan about the exam today, so she agreed to Du's words.
"Brother Qingyuan, is today's exam not difficult?" Mo Li asked impatiently after the three of them entered the room.
"Well, it's not difficult." Murong Qingyuan nodded.
"It's not difficult at all. Then brother Qingyuan must have done very well in the exam and will definitely be a scholar." Mo Li, who had no idea about the process of the imperial examination, immediately felt that Murong Qingyuan could be a scholar after hearing that the test questions were not difficult. "Grandma, we are going to have a scholar in our family."
Song Nanzhi was the same as Mo Li. She didn't know that the imperial examination had to pass a few passes before it was completed. She only knew that she could be a scholar after taking the exam. After Mo Li spoke, she immediately turned to look at Qingyuan and asked expectantly: " Is this a scholar?"
Murong Qingyuan pursed his lips and explained: "There are two exams for being a scholar: the government examination and the academy examination. Only those who pass the academy examination are considered to be successful scholars."
"Ah! There are still so many exams! We have to wait for a long time!" Mo Liman thought that he would be a scholar after this exam. Now when he heard that there would be another exam, although he was a little disappointed, he immediately said: "Then Qingyuan Brother, please eat more, then there will be a mental exam later, and you will be able to test yourself as a scholar."
Murong Qingyuan was speechless, what good is a scholar! If you want to take the exam, you must take the top prize! A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. Likewise, a student who doesn't want to be the top scholar is not a good student.
"It's still very early before the next exam. It won't be taken until May, and the next one will be even earlier. It won't be taken until next year, so we won't have talented people until next year." Mo Ziyuan compared the government exam and the college exam. I’ll give you a rough idea of the time.
"That's fine. If you take the exam again soon, it won't break your body." Song Nanzhi thought about how he brought his own food into the exam room for the first two days of the exam. He couldn't even eat hot food. He would have to take the exam for a few more days. , her body will definitely not be able to bear it. She has suffered from poor health, and she does not want her children at home to suffer again.
"Mo Li, drink this bowl of soup. Each of you has a bowl. After you drink it, go to the fields and call your father and your Uncle Qiao back for dinner. I'll go to the kitchen to see what your Aunt Du has cooked. ." After saying this, Song Nanzhi walked towards the kitchen.
She had only taken two steps when Li Li hugged her and said, "Grandma, drink before you go. Grandma needs to maintain her health. Aunt Du said pigeon soup nourishes people, so grandma drinks it."
"This child!" Song Nanzhi was held so hard by her that she couldn't walk away. Read the book
Mo Ziwan put the bowl into Song Nanzhi's hand, "Sister Mo Li is right, grandma drinks it. Sister Mo Li and I will drink it together, and we will stew two more for my father and Uncle Qiao in the evening."
Now the family doesn’t lack this much money, so it’s no problem even buying pigeons to eat every day.
"What's so delicious about pigeons? There aren't many taels of meat, and they're very expensive. It's better to buy a piece of meat and eat it." When Song Nanzhi heard that two pigeons were going to be stewed in the evening, he felt that it was not cost-effective, and he didn't want to. have eaten.
"Grandma! Aren't we just for eating and drinking when we earn money? How can we still earn so much money if we can't even bear to stutter?"
What to do? Besides, you can make more money when you are in good health. "Suddenly, I remembered the line from the sketch in my previous life: The money is still there, but the people are gone!
Such a regrettable thing must not happen to my family! You have to use it!
"You have so many reasons! We haven't even collected the money for the house in Beijing yet, so where do we get the savings?" Even so, she still took the bowls and chopsticks from Mo Ziyuan, and then sat back on the table. "You guys eat too. After you eat, I'll take the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen to clean up."
Li Qiye ran out quickly, "I'm going to call Grandpa and Uncle Qiao to come back for dinner."
Looking at Mo Li running out in a hurry, he said angrily: "This kid!"
"Grandma, we can collect enough money for our house this month, and we don't need these pigeons to pay for it." Mo Ziyuan persuaded again, not worried at all about the rent her grandma said.
After Xie Wenhua talked about the house in Jingli, Mo Ziwan went home and told his grandma about the house. The house viewing was on a day when Mo Ziwan was resting.
On the day of rest, the two elders of the Mo family took her to find Xie Wenhua to accompany them to look at the house. As Xie Wenhua said, the house is very good. After looking at it, except for the price, which the two elders of the Mo family thought was expensive, they were very satisfied with everything else.
Not only did the two elders of the Mo family think the price was expensive, but even Mo Ziyuan also thought it was expensive.
Eight hundred taels! If the family did not have the income from the workshop, bookstore, and county shop, not to mention this life, even if the family earned money together in the next life, they would not be able to afford this house.
But looking back, I thought, after all, this is the capital, the center of the country, and it is normal for every inch of land to be expensive. Naturally, I still can't transfer the property if I haven't collected enough money yet. I'll wait until I collect enough money this month before I go to Beijing to provide the money to transfer the property title.
Song Nanzhi also figured it out when Mo Li ran out. Although Mo Li bought the baby with money, it goes without saying that when the baby comes home, he will be sensible and capable. Everything she can do at home will be done by others. I did it, and I was very filial to myself, for fear that I would be tired. I couldn't let such a caring child suffer from her.
As my granddaughter said, there is no shortage of food at home. The kids are growing and they need to eat more.
After resting for a while and having dinner, Murong Qingyuan and Mo Ziwan walked to Han's house. When they arrived at Han's house, Murong Qingyuan first told Han Shuxian about the situation of today's exam.
Just like what he said to Mo Ziwan on the road, he explained all the questions he had written down and how to answer them. After hearing this, Han Shuxian smiled and said, "Yes, you should do very well in the test this time. It depends on how far ahead you can be."
After finishing speaking, he added: "Go and relax, you are tired enough during this period!"
"Well, sister Wanwan and I went to the woodshed to have a look."
"Go ahead, Uncle Huang is pounding the wood. Let's see how it goes?" Han Shuxian said. It's not that he didn't want to help. He was going to let Chang Hu do it, but Huang Rui stopped him and said Since it has not been made public now, he will not let others know about it for the time being. He also said that there is not much to do now, so he can do it alone. So he took the initiative to take on the job of smashing wood.
The brother and sister came to the woodshed, and Huang Rui was sweating profusely. The wood in the first pot has been pounded into smaller pieces in the stone mortar, and some of them have even become fine powder. But in order to produce better paper, he plans to pound all the wood pieces into pieces, so as to ensure that he gets Paper quality.
Huang Rui was completely immersed in the fun of papermaking. The two hundred taels of silver had been given to him long ago, but he still came to Han's house every day.
"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Huang." Mo Ziyuan said after entering the woodshed.
"It's not hard, I'll finish it all after a while!" Huang Ruishou kept saying, and then turned to Murong Qingyuan and said: "I have been checking the Yunying grassland in the past few days. It's very long. Okay, I’ve also recorded everything.”
"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Huang." After finishing speaking, Murong Qingyuan said, "Uncle Huang, take a rest and I'll give it a try."
"This wooden pestle is made of stone. Can you lift it?" Huang Rui lifted the wooden pestle and placed it on the edge of the stone mortar. Under the stick was a round stone. Although it was a little more difficult to pound it with stones, the wood pieces were broken down quickly.
Murong Qingyuan looked at the stone and wooden hammer, not timid at all, "I'll give it a try."
"Okay, then you come and give it a try. I'll take a breather and come back again."
Murong Qingyuan took the wooden bucket and started pounding it. Although it was very difficult, he still gritted his teeth and persisted. He only pounded it for a few times. Huang Rui came to take the stone bucket and said, "You are already very powerful if you can lift this stone bucket." , let me come, I will pound it a few more times, and then you will make the pulp."
Murong Qingyuan knew that he was not strong enough, so he stopped delaying his work and put down the wooden pestle, "Okay."
Thinking about pulping, we have to boil out the mountain pepper leaves, "Brother Qingyuan, let's boil the mountain pepper leaves juice!"
When Huang Rui heard this, he couldn't let the two of them go make a fire to make mountain pepper leaf juice. He hurriedly said: "Wanwan, you can't play with the fire. It will be bad if you burn yourself. Go and call your godmother." Come, she said, I'll pound it here, and she'll make the mountain pepper juice."
Before Mo Ziwan agreed, Murong Qingyuan agreed first. He was right. Sister Wanwan was still young, so she couldn't play with fire. What if she got burned? And since I don’t know how to make a fire, it’s better to call my aunt, “We’ll call her right away.”
Yu Silian quickly followed the two of them to the woodshed, "Brother Huang Rui, is it ready?"
"It's done, I've pounded it to the end." Although Huang Rui responded and had already pounded it, his men didn't stop and planned to pound it a few more times.
Yu Silian took a closer look and said, "It's already pounded so finely, there's no need to pound it." After saying that, she turned to look at Mo Ziwan, "Wanwan, take Uncle Huang to the front room to rest for a while. The tea has been brewed."
"Brother Huang, go and take a rest."
