After Mo Ziwan and Song Nanzhi returned to their home in the capital, Mo Ziwan and Murong Qingyuan went into the study. First, they took out a set of test papers and gave them to Murong Qingyuan, "Brother Qingyuan, you do this set of questions first. "
Murong Qingyuan took it and said, "Why are there so many papers?"
Mo Ziwan said proudly: "I got all the papers from Uncle Fang's study back."
If other people looked at such a big stack of papers, they would definitely frown, but Murong Qingyuan smiled happily, "I have something to do during this holiday!"
Mo Ziwan casually added: "I want to play every day, but you are better off, I want to read and study every day." As she spoke, she arranged the papers in her hands neatly, took one out and spread it on the table. Then I took a pen and paper.
Murong Qingyuan watched Mo Ziwan write on the white paper, thinking that she also wanted to make a set of test papers, so he said: "You write directly on the paper, you don't need to write it separately. I will use another piece of paper to write when I do it." yes."
Mo Ziwan shook her head, "I don't want to make test papers, I just want to compile a set of review materials for the college exam."
When Murong Qingyuan heard her talking about preparing the materials for the college entrance examination, he thought that she wanted to help him do better in the exam, so he wanted to help her prepare the review materials. He didn't want her to bother and get tired, so he said: "I will do them one by one, and finish them all." Just finish it, you don’t need to worry about organizing it, I can summarize the key points when I do the questions."
"This is better. You can look at the test papers I compiled while you are doing it. You can also help me point out my shortcomings. If you have any good ideas, you can also tell me. Let's make a set of review materials suitable for everyone to study together. .”
Only then did Murong Qingyuan realize what she meant. This set of questions could not only be used on him, but also on the students in the school. "The school in our village has just started, and it's still early for the school leaving exam. This review Was the information prepared too early?”
Mo Ziwan replied: "The children in our village can't use it yet, but the students in the county and the students in the capital can use it. When I finish it, I will show it to Uncle Fang first, if he thinks it is okay. , I will take it to Uncle Xie’s bookstore to sell it, and there will definitely be many people willing to buy it and read it.”
Making money again!
Murong Qingyuan looked at Mo Ziwan sadly, "You are the only one in our family who is smart, capable, and able to make money. The whole family depends on you to support them now."
Mo Ziwan looked at the sad Murong Qingyuan, grinned, and said proudly: "I'm only a little better than you." While speaking, she stretched out her hand, closed her fingers, and pinched the tip of her index finger with her thumb, exposing a small section. Come at your fingertips.
"Okay! You can do it!" Murong Qingyuan continued to complain.
Then Mo Ziyuan became serious and said, "Brother Qingyuan, you are also very capable. You are better at reading than me. The medicinal herbs in our family also grow very well. It's all thanks to your daily care. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to grow. What's more, Don’t talk about selling it for money.”
"But we have to work hard to grow, but it is not as fast as the workshop to make money." The harvest in half a year is far less than the income of the workshop in two months, and the comparison is harmful.
"Although it's not as good as a workshop, that's because we plant less. If we plant more, we will definitely make a lot of money. Besides, growing medicinal materials is much easier than in a workshop."
With Mo Ziwan's words, Murong Qingyuan stopped trying to get into trouble and just said: "We will plant more after the new year. Planting medicine can make money faster than growing vegetables, and it is also less troublesome than growing vegetables."
Mo Ziwan laughed, "Grandpa thinks so too. When we plant medicinal materials again after the new year, all the land in Cuilong Mountain will definitely be used to grow medicinal materials."
"Invite more people to plant the seeds then." Murong Qingyuan said, but then he thought about the current shortage of manpower at home, "How about we add a few more people, my grandparents are so busy every day that they don't have any rest. Time, if this continues, I will collapse from exhaustion."
Mo Ziwan put down the pen in her hand and recalled what Mrs. Yan said when she was at Fang's house, "Then add a few more people, add a woman to cook and wash with Aunt Du, and add two more field workers." I'll give you a servant, someone who can help you with anything."
"I don't want it. The village is so big. You can hear every shout. Let me get a bigger maid to take care of you." Murong Qingyuan is also now
I have become more and more accustomed to taking care of my own daily life. Thinking of someone following me, it actually gets in the way.
Mo Ziwan shook her head, "I used to think about letting Sister Chunlian follow me. After a few days, she wasn't used to it, and neither was I. We might as well do our own thing." Even Murong Qingyuan got used to and liked taking care of herself. Living by herself, as a modern person, Mo Ziyuan didn't like having people around her at all times.
The Mo family stayed in Beijing for three days. It was already the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month when they returned to the village. After arriving home, they packed up the things they bought and it was almost night time. After eating dinner and sleeping, it was almost New Year's Eve.
On New Year's Eve, she first went to the graves of Mo Ziwan's parents to burn incense and wax paper money. After knowing that she was abandoned by others, Mo Ziwan regarded Mo Cong and his wife as her biological parents.
"Mom and Dad, our family's life is getting better and better. Not only do we now have a luncheon meat workshop to make money, but we have also built a paper mill. After the new year, we will be able to make a lot of paper. Our village also has a school. It is the perfect place for our family and We did it together with my godfather’s family.”
"Also, Brother Qingyuan has also made a lot of money from the medicinal materials he grows. Now our family no longer lacks food, clothing, or money."
"We are all very good, and grandma is also very good. Don't worry, parents, I will take good care of grandma."
After Mo Ziwan muttered, Murong Qingyuan, who came to worship with her, also said: "Uncle and aunt, I am Murong Qingyuan. It was my grandma who took me in and gave me a family. I will take good care of my uncle and aunt in the future." Sister Wanwan will also take good care of my grandparents."
After Murong Qingyuan finished speaking, he threw the paper money in his hand onto the pile of burning paper money in front of the two graves.
Li Li also expressed his position, "Uncle, aunt, and me, I am Li Li, and I will also take good care of my sister Wan Wan and my grandparents!"
"You are all good boys!" Mo Tingyu looked at Murong Qingyuan and Mo Li who expressed their opinions. He was very pleased. After praising the two of them, he said cheerfully: "You and I have good bodies and bones. We can eat and run. Just take care of yourselves, and when your grandma and I are too old to move, you can take care of us again."
Just like last year, after having a New Year's Eve reunion dinner at home, the children ran to Han's house and made a fuss at Han's house before returning home.
After the three of them got home, Song Nanzhi said, "Are you hungry? I'm going to cook you some late-night snacks to eat tonight. You can play as long as you like."
Mo Ziwan touched her belly and waved her hands and said, "Grandma, I can't eat anymore. Look at my belly, it's about to burst."
After eating at home, they went to Han's house to eat the snacks Yu Silian had prepared for them. Not only Mo Ziyuan's stomach was full, but Murong Qingyuan, Mo Li, Han Chunlin, and even Han Qiulu's stomachs were all full.
When Song Nanzhi heard her words, he immediately said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense."
Mo Ziwan stuck out her tongue and replied, "Okay."
Seeing her touching her belly, but fearing that her belly would feel uncomfortable, he pulled her to his side, held her in his arms and sat her on his lap. He put his other hand on Mo Ziwan's belly and rubbed it gently. I couldn't help but start nagging again, "What delicious food did your godmother bring you? You don't know how to eat less and save some for tomorrow."
Mo Ziwan leaned comfortably against her grandma, "My godmother made a lot of delicious food and waited for us to eat it. When I ate, I didn't feel like I had eaten much. When I stood up and walked, I felt that my stomach was very full."
"I'm going to make some digestion tea." Du Shi stood up and said.
"Fortunately, you prepared it in advance." After Song Nanzhi finished speaking, he said to Murong Qingyuan and Mo Li: "Qingyuan, Mo Li, you will also drink some digestion tea later so that your stomach will not be too full to sleep."
"Yeah." The two of them responded. They were no less relaxed than Mo Ziyuan, and they both came back with support.
When Du Shi made the tea for digestion, the three children drank a cup each and then chatted with the two elders for a while. The two elders were reluctant to let the three children stay up late, so they asked the three of them to go back to the house to rest.
Mo Ziyuan returned to her house feeling her no longer bloated belly. After the Mo family's house was repaired, everyone moved into the newly built house.
Mo Ziwan was lying on a bed that was much more spacious and comfortable than before.
so comfortable!
After letting out a beautiful sigh, he fell asleep.
Don’t go out on the first day of junior high school. As usual, the Mo family celebrated the New Year at home on the first day of the Lunar New Year, wearing new clothes. During the New Year, the Mo family bought firecrackers. The boys were brave enough to light firecrackers and play in the yard, while Mo Ziwan accompanied them. With Mo Li, Han Qiulu played some little girl games.
On the second day of the new year, the two elders of the Mo family took Mo Ziyuan and Murong Qingyuan with them. Mo left and went to his in-laws' Li family. Now they have a carriage at home. Unlike before, they had to get up early and go out, otherwise everyone would still be there at noon. Walk on the road.
Changhu drove the carriage to deliver the Mo family to the Li family yard.
"Grandma." Mo Ziwan just got out of the carriage and was hugged by Dong Biyu.
"My sweet little girl." Dong Biyu hugged Mo Ziwan with affection.
"Grandma put me down. I have grown up, but I am too heavy." Mo Ziyuan knew that she had grown up and was embarrassed to be held by others.
Dong Biyu smiled and said: "You are not heavy, and grandma can still hold my sweet granddaughter."
Mo Ziwan hugged Dong Biyu's neck and said with a crooked smile, "My good grandma."
Li Genshun always had a sullen and quiet temperament. He looked at his mother-in-law and grandson with smiles in his eyes, and greeted Mo Tingyu and Song Nanzhi: "In-laws, come in and have a rest." After greeting Mr. Mo Tingyu, After they spoke, they greeted Murong Qingyuan and Mo Li, "Qingyuan, Mo Li, you're welcome when you come to my grandfather's house. You can play whatever you want."
Li Linsong came over and said, "Sir, brother Qingyuan is not a fun-loving person. I guess he must have brought a book."
"Brother's guess is really accurate!" Mo Ziyuan said while lying on Dong Biyu's shoulder.
