Yu Jun

Chapter 11 Two Heavens

"Brother, it hurts." Mo Lingfeng couldn't help whimpering in pain - her body and teeth were all soaked in too much honey, and she got sick.

Mo Qianlan signaled the nanny to bring cold tea, asked Mo Lingfeng to hold it in his mouth, spit it into the spittoon after a while, and took another mouthful. After doing this for ten times, Mo Lingfeng's pain eased slightly, and Mo Qianlan hugged her and sat down , let her sit on her lap, touched a large amount of insect tooth medicine with her index finger, and asked her to open her mouth: "Good boy, ah."

"Ah..." Mo Lingfeng drooled and opened his mouth wide, revealing his tongue and teeth unreservedly.

Mo Qianlan stretched his fingers in until he touched the hot gums, and carefully applied the dental medicine inside and out.

Then he took the handkerchief from the nanny's hand, rubbed his fingers casually, stretched out his hand to wipe off the drool on Mo Lingfeng's chin, and whispered: "Go to sleep, brother is here, it won't hurt when you fall asleep."

Mo Lingfeng snuggled into his arms, still humming softly, and Mo Qianlan stood up holding her, pacing back and forth in the room.

After walking like this for half an hour, Mo Lingfeng finally fell asleep. He carefully handed him over to the nanny, walked to the bedside, knelt down on the side of the bed, stretched his arms and groped around the corner of the bed.

She wrapped her golden lock of longevity with a veil beside the pillow, and then touched it until it reached the gap in the bed curtain, and found half a piece of candy with tooth marks on it.

Mo Qianlan couldn't laugh or cry, took it out and handed it to the maid at the side, and said to the nanny: "Keep it for her, I won't see it when I get up tomorrow, and I will make trouble again, just don't give it to her, lest it will cause a toothache."

It was originally a complaint against the child's ignorance, but after he said it, it turned into helpless connivance.

When he was 24 years old, a prostitute brought Mo Lingfeng who was a baby when he was dying.

She said it was from the Mo family, but she couldn't show anything. All she could show was a broken page of the family tree.

Mo Qianlan calculated according to the family tree and found that the baby in the swaddle was still his sister.

But at his age, he is really old enough to be her father.

He is old enough to be a father, but he has never been a father, and the Mo family has multiplied until now, and there are only two brothers and sisters left, so he and Zhao Shiheng first put a heavy golden lock on Mo Lingfeng, and then like a pearl It is not easy to hold such a treasure like treasure.

The older she got, the more her features and eyes looked like the Mo family's, as if the Mo family's past had been engraved in her eyes, and a heavy burden had also been engraved in her heart.

When he left the courtyard, he felt sleepy and didn't want to go back to his aunt's courtyard. He felt the wind and snow and it was deserted, and he didn't want to be alone, so he turned his head and went to Zhao Shiheng's residence in the front courtyard.

It was rare for Zhao Shiheng to stay in the mansion, and he saw the fire light in a daze, got up with his clothes on, pulled his shoes and turned out the folding screen, yawned, and saw Mo Qianlan standing in front of the desk, reading "Shuo Gua Zhuan".

He went forward to pick up the chopsticks to stir the fire, added a lot of charcoal, and closed the stove lid: "Young lady has a toothache again?"

"Well," Mo Qianlan took a tube of Zifeng Langhao from Bijia Mountain, "Mo."

Zhao Shiheng stepped forward to grind the ink, Mo Qianlan dipped a pen full, swiped it on the paper, put away the pen with just one sentence, and waited for the ink marks to dry.

The shadow of flying snow and feathers outside the window, thrown into the window, landed on the desk, and saw Mo Qianlan's good handwriting.

The ups and downs, the pen is sharp, and the strength is like flying.

"Those who scratch all things should not be affected by the wind."

The phrase in "Shuo Gua Zhuan", the word "Gang Feng", is Mo Qianlan's expectation for Mo Lingfeng.

He wanted to allow her to be free, and if she didn't want to do it, she didn't have to do it.

At the same time, Wu Jin lit a dim butter lamp in the narrow rented room, and put on a quilt full of patches to keep warm.

The written homework was neatly placed on one side, and he began to write his diary.

When the weather is cold, the chicken feather pen is even more difficult to use. The tip of the brush is messy.

He stretched out his hand to pluck the fallen hairs from the pen, and wrote down with some force, so as not to use too much force, and the ink would disperse quickly.

"March 20, [-]th year of Yuanzhang, Xiaoxue,
It was cold, charcoal was scarce and expensive, but thanks to Yin Bei's help, he bought a scale of crushed charcoal.

Cheng Tingyan said that in a murder case, the internal organs of the deceased were emptied, and the stomach was filled with copper coins and iron coins. He was a mule.

After class, sell cakes, send cakes to Mo's house, meet Mo Jiedu envoy, and see Miss Mo, her face is swollen and her teeth are bad. "

During the ups and downs of Mo Fu's night trip, he turned it into a few numbers, concealing all the unspeakable and unspeakable things, leaving only a few unemotional facts, and only he can outline the connection among them.

After putting down the pen and blowing the lamp, he touched the bed, the quilt was as cold as iron, Wu Yi curled up into a ball, after sleeping for so long, his feet were still not hot.

He hugged Wu Yi's feet, his teeth trembled from the cold, and he fell asleep after a long time.

When the cock crowed, he heard movement outside the house, got up and dressed, and went out to help Wu's mother light the fire and cook: "Aniang, let's only make a hundred cakes today. It's cold and there are fewer people going out, so we can't sell them." It will cost you money."

A sugar cake sells for seven coins, and the capital costs six coins. It all depends on selling more to earn money. When the weather is bad, family finances are even more difficult.

"Okay, I'll tell the second child, eat an egg before leaving."

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door suddenly: "Brother Wu."

Wu Jin hurriedly stood up from the stove, went out and opened the door: "Brother Yin! Come in and sit down!"

"Aniang," he called Wu's mother loudly again, "here's a guest."

Mother Wu responded, wiped her hands and came out, and immediately went into the house to carry the charcoal basin out.

Yin Bei stopped the two of them, mother and son: "Don't sit down, you make two hundred sugar cakes at home and deliver them before the noon card."

Wu Jin knew that this was Mo Qianlan's care, nodded and said: "Yes, don't worry, brother, there will be no delay."

He turned his head and said to Wu's mother: "Aniang, go and wake up the second child, and when I finish class, lead him to find the way."

Wu's mother couldn't help being overjoyed, and hurried to wake Wu Yi up.

She didn't know who came to order the cakes, she just thought it was a nobleman Wu Jin met in Zhou Xue, and after ordering these two hundred cakes, Wu Yi could make some more and sell them in the afternoon.

Wu Jin sent Yin Bei out: "Brother, did you walk here?"

Yin Bei smiled and said, "Riding a horse, the street you live in is too narrow for horses to come in, so I had to tie the horse to a wooden stake at the street entrance."

"Not good." Wu Jin's complexion changed, and she rushed to the street corner, panting and looking at the empty rope, and then looked at Yin Bei who was following him wordlessly.

Not even a hair on the horse.

The two looked at each other, Yin Bei didn't expect that the three religions and nine streams in Shishi Street could move so fast, and looking at Wu Jin, he couldn't imagine why there was such a scholar in such a place.

He smiled and suppressed those messy thoughts: "You go and do your work, good horses know the way, I will find my way back, but these little thieves will suffer."

Wu Jin also knew that Yin Beifei was an ordinary servant, so she bid farewell to him, went home and took the books, and told Wu Yi to put more sugar before going to the state school for class.

Taking advantage of the break in the middle, he ran all the way home again, took Wu Yi to find the way, and then rushed back to the state school to attend class, so exhausted, this young man became more and more sleepy.

Fortunately, Mo's House often came to order cakes afterwards, which allowed him to catch up with his studies for a while.

(End of this chapter)