After death, I became the cannon fodder of the three protagonists

Chapter 142 Shangyuan Festival
What Su Mo didn't know was that when she left, guards from Hu's residence went out to Yunhe Village and told Hu Yanlin the news of her walking around Hu's house.

Hu Yanlin was playing with the long sword that had just been forged in a private mine. After hearing the news, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

Without changing his face, he stabbed the long sword into the body of the fugitive slave who was tied up in five flowers, blood splashed everywhere, and accidentally fell on the end of his right eye.

Hu Yanlin lightly raised his hand, and rubbed his fingertips to the left. The blood red added a bit of evil to him.

"Fang Shi sent a letter saying that a mouse has entered Yunhe Village.

Remind her to take a break, if the mouse causes trouble before it is caught..."

He lightly swept across the burning stove, "Gu You forged a sword with her body, and I think she will be able to forge a good sword with her graceful figure."

It was not long before that day, and although he wanted to muddy the water, he didn't want to make any mistakes.

This Gu Su family involved too much, he didn't want his plan to fail.

The guard trembled in his heart, and immediately responded: "Yes."

Su Mo didn't know that she was suddenly overwhelmed with luck. After buying good things, she went back to Luoshan Village.

There were a lot of people making oxcarts, and it was cold, and everyone was wearing very bloated clothes. Su Mo glanced at the things he bought, and didn't follow along.

She rented a donkey cart, and the back is also a carriage, but it is relatively small, and it is almost enough for people to sit in and put things.

Su Mo lifted a corner of the curtain and wrapped herself tightly with a cloak, only revealing her slap-sized face.

It was only the seventh day of the seventh day, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. She looked at the scenery outside, and the cold wind hit her face, making her calmer.

On the eighth day of the eighth day, Wang Yingying didn't come to the village, but the housekeeper of the Hu Mansion came, brought six carriages, and picked up all the people who signed the documents, including Chief Wang, Wang Kuiyuan, and Wang Taoqing's mother.

Su Mo was already ready for the matchmaker to visit again, but unexpectedly found that everything seemed to have never happened.

The matchmaker didn't come to the door again, and there was no news of the magistrate taking concubines in the county. Su Mo couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, so she made another trip to the county.

But from Li Feng's mouth, I learned that the imperial court has sent officials to Luoshan Village, and I believe they will arrive in Haiyan County in early February.

In addition, regarding the matter of the county magistrate taking concubines, Li Feng only said that the county magistrate suddenly stopped thinking about it.

Su Mo didn't give him the truth medicine powder. Although the medicine powder is good, 258 told her that the medicine has no side effects when used once, but it can't be used more than twice in a month, otherwise it will become a fool.

Just from Li Feng's evasive eyes and the news he had heard before, it was easy to guess that it was probably Wang Yingying who asked the county magistrate to stop.

It's just that Su Mo didn't know whether the sudden stop was due to sudden reasons or other plans.

Days passed by, and the Lantern Festival would soon be ushered in. Su Mo thought that the village school would start soon, so she took the three children to the county town to let them have fun.

Gu Ping'an and Gu Xingnian were the happiest, with their hands full of food, their mouths puffed out like hamsters, and their stomachs were full of food.

Gu Jinnian was so interested in those lantern riddles that he didn't even blink his eyes.

Su Mo had never favored one person over another, seeing him yearn for it, she hugged Gu Xingnian and led him and Gu Pingan to a stop.

"Staller, how do you guess this lantern riddle?"

The stall owner was a slightly mellow middle-aged man, cheerfully sweeping across a row of lanterns.

"You can pick whatever you want, and you can take the lamp away if you guess right."

　Thanks to "Teacher Liang is a newcomer" for the reward and monthly pass.

　　Recently, I have been a little stuck, the main reason is that the thinking is not clear enough.

　　Although the status quo of this book is not very good, but I still want to write it well, I don’t want hydrology...

　　So today I reorganized all the timelines and made a mind map. Sure enough, the thinking is much clearer, and how to write in the future will be successful, but there is not much time left, and I only coded a thousand words...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)