Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 492 Nearly ten women came to matchmaking
The protagonists who caused this farce are currently gathering around the well of Mu's house, wiping their hands and faces with wet towels.

"Is sister awake?"

"How about I go in and call her, wake her up?"

Mingzhe wiped his face the roughest. He simply dabbed his face with a wet towel, and then threw the towel into the basin.

Song Jing grabbed him who was going to call Mu Nannan:
"Don't call."

"Nannan stayed up late last night, let her sleep a little longer today."

"I won't call her during breakfast. I'll ask Aunt Lan to set aside some rice to keep warm in the pot later. We'll wait in the yard for her to wake up naturally. When will she come out? When will she come out?" Feed her again."

Mingzhe did not insist:
"alright."

It was indeed a bit late for my sister to rest last night.

Seeing that the two of them were so happy, Mu Sheng made a decision. He couldn't help but bumped Mu Chen with his elbow, and whispered to him:
"Brother, every time Mingzhe and the others come to our house, they take care of all our sister's affairs, big and small. Instead, we brothers are so inferior that we don't have much sense of existence."

He also wanted to show his face more in front of his sister.

Mu Chen shook off the water drops on his hand, glanced at him lightly, and only threw two words at him:
"Have a meal."

Mu Sheng complained to his allies, but seemed to be ignored:

"..."

He could only obediently follow his elder brother to eat.

The meal on the table in the morning is not rich, there is only a plate of cold wild vegetables, and another large bowl of noodles in thin soup.

Mingzhe and Shengjing ate deliciously, and they didn't show any signs of disgust.

Although Ma Yuehong looked relieved, she still secretly gave them five yuan after the meal, and asked Song Jing to take the rest of them to the consignment point in the village to buy something to eat.

Song Jing was determined not to accept it, but Ma Yuehong said that the five yuan was not only for them to buy food, but also for them to go to a consignment point to help buy kitchen supplies such as salt and soy sauce.

Now that it's all said and done, Song Jing can only agree.

The consignment point in the village is in the very center of the village, five or six minutes away from Mu's house.

Song Jing thought that the short distance would not take long, so he took Song Zichen and others who were not familiar with the village along the way.

"In the past, every time I visited my sister, I came back every day. I really haven't had a good look at the village."

Sheng Jing's snow-white sneakers stepped on the dirt road, and he didn't care if it was stained with dust.

Song Zichen was always a gentleman, walking beside Song Jing in a leisurely manner.

When they saw something they didn't understand in the village, or an old man who was interesting, they would nod their heads slightly and talk to Song Jing with a smile.

Whenever he bowed his head with a smile, the indescribably elegant demeanor around him made some girls who came to stand by the roadside after hearing the news and watched him secretly, their hearts pounded.

They were uneducated, and most of them had never gone to school, but at this moment they felt that the boy they were looking at had an indescribable aura that made people feel extremely comfortable.

It's like, the girls frowned and thought and thought, and finally came up with an adjective from their only knowledge base:

Spring breeze blows.

It's that kind of soft feeling like a spring breeze.

Especially the smile on the corner of Song Zichen's mouth made people think that he would shine with tenderness.

In fact, the girls are short-sighted.

Because if the brothers Shengjing and Mingzhe heard what they were thinking, they would all chuckle.

It's not appropriate to use the adjective spring breeze to describe Song Zichen, the most suitable word for him should be the four words, gentle scum.

After all, among so many (military officials) in Kyoto, Song Zichen is well-known for his scheming skills, cruelty to the enemy, and his reputation for brutality.

(Let me explain the pinyin and brackets in this place. Because politics is not allowed, and sensitive words cannot appear, some sensitive words will be enclosed in brackets, or replaced by pinyin. The treasures seem uncomfortable. I There is no way, after all, I am afraid of being blocked...)
It's just because his skin is so good and his appearance is extremely deceptive, which makes people who have come into contact with him mistakenly think that he has such a gentle personality.

On the way back and forth to the consignment point, Song Zichen, the oldest among them, has become the best candidate for most girls in the village.

No way, who made him have such a good temperament that he crushed Mingzhe, Shengjing and others.

The sun was just right today, and all the men in the village were called by Mu Baoguo to work as coolies, so those who stayed in the village were all female comrades who couldn't move stones or dig ditches.

Ma Yuehong and her three daughters-in-law were doing needlework in the shade under the jujube tree.

Mingzhe and Shengjing came in a hurry this time, and they didn't bring many changes of clothes, so they thought about making new clothes for each of them, so that they could change and wear them.

"Grandma Ma, we have bought you the salt and soy sauce you asked for."

Song Jing and the others carried the bought things into the kitchen.

He conveniently put the rest of the money on the stove.

But Ma Yuehong, who didn't see them buying food, was a little unhappy:
"Xiao Jing, didn't I tell you to buy something to eat at the consignment point?"

"Don't look at the consignment point in our village is not big, but the things inside are still okay."

She thought it was Song Zichen and others who looked down on the things in the consignment store.

Song Zichen knew she had misunderstood as soon as he heard it, so he turned his head and gave Mingzhe a look.

Mingzhe understood immediately.

The 17-year-old boy pretended to be a half-grown boy, and ran to Ma Yuehong's side, holding her arm and talking.

With just a few words, Ma Yuehong's unhappy face was coaxed into joy.

Sheng Jing felt a little hot-eyed and said:
"In terms of coaxing people, the number of our brothers means that Xiaosi is the best."

Song Jing and Song Zichen were noncommittal.

Mingzhe has been very naughty since he was a child, and he would always make the people around him jump to their feet.

Naughty children usually have a complete childhood, and Mingzhe is lucky to be one of them.

Family law, kneeling in the ancestral hall, being chased and beaten by his sister by the ears, all things that have been experienced.

The so-called practice makes perfect.

If you get beaten a lot, you will naturally be able to speak well and coax people.

Mu Nannan woke up after eight o'clock.

The Mu family finished their meal after six o'clock, and she missed the meal for more than two hours.

Drowsily dressed himself, then drowsily washed and brushed his teeth by his elder brothers, and finally drowsily hugged and fed by Song Zichen.

Mu Nannan's eyes were still sleepy, but his mind was already clear.

She looked at the group of brothers who had surrounded her since she got up, and felt that she might be adopted soon.

She really... likes this kind of life in which she stretches out her hands to eat and opens her mouth.

After breakfast and the milk powder Mingzhe prepared for her, she burped and asked Ma Yuehong:
"Grandma, fourth uncle isn't home?"

Ma Yuehong was flying the needle, and replied without raising her head:
"Ah."

"I went out early in the morning, and I haven't seen him come back until now."

"Running out mysteriously every day, I don't know if I'm doing something shady."

She said this on her lips, but she knew in her heart that the son she taught would never be able to do anything too out of line.

So knowing that Mu Qishen often sneaked out secretly, out of mother's trust in the child, she never confronted him face to face.

Mu Nannan also understood her duplicity.

Mother Tree has spent more than 200 lonely days and nights in the back mountain. She has to move faster, earn more money, and then plant more plants in the village.

Only when there are more plants, the tree mother can absorb more energy and recover faster.

Suddenly there was a sound of talking at the door, and when she looked up, she saw no less than ten women from the village, talking and laughing, entering the yard.

Seeing so many people walking over without saying hello, Song Zichen subconsciously frowned.

He doesn't like crowded places.

I also don't like people who enter other people's homes without knocking.

Song Jing was better.

No matter what, he has also been in the village for two or three years. It is very common for people in the village to visit each other without knocking on the door.

He's used to it.

The women looked at the boys who were born to them openly, and greeted Ma Yuehong in a loud and affectionate way:

"Daughter-in-law, captain, where are you at home?"

"What kind of work are you doing?"

The closer they got, the more they could see Song Zichen's good looks and figure.

Originally, I was a little upset about my girls urging them to come over, and I was a little upset when I took the initiative to come to the door to talk about matchmaking, but when I saw how outstanding these young people were, it all disappeared.

Thinking that they might have a rich and beautiful son-in-law in the near future, the smiles on their faces became more enthusiastic.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

Although Ma Yuehong was not overly warmed by their arrival, she still responded with a smile:

"It's not that a few children from my family came to my house to play all the way. I didn't bring a few changes of clothes with me, so I pulled out some relatively good fabrics from the box and made clothes for each of them. "

Those women didn't expect that Ma Yuehong would bring up those boys without waiting for them to chatter.

Immediately, one by one started talking in a hurry:
"The daughter-in-law of the captain is really kind to these distant children of your family. I saw that even Xiao Shen and the others haven't worn any new clothes in the past few years. On the contrary, it's your distant children who came here. Zhang Luo has put on new clothes."

"It's still the captain's daughter-in-law who knows that she loves the child."

"Yes, yes. The captain's daughter-in-law loves children and is famous for teaching them. Otherwise, how could he raise such an excellent college student son as the fourth child of the Mu family."

"But I just don't know, how old are these distant children, and which big city are they from? Also, are they all in school? Are there any partners after school? How many people are there in the family? ? Is it as good as the fourth child?"

(End of this chapter)