Yu Jun

Chapter 12 Elm Coin Cake

On March 21st, a holiday, Wu Jin carried a basket on her back and went out of the city to find a big elm tree. Using her hands and feet, she jumped up to the top of the tree, picked a solid basket of elm money and went home.

There is a small stove in the house, which is dedicated to brewing medicine, and he was freed up today. He lit a small firewood, set up a small pot, poured sesame oil, and fried elm cakes with Wu's mother.

Wu Yi squatted aside and stirred the noodles for steamed cakes, with her hands in the basin, her eyes salivating over the oil pan.

When the golden and oily cake came out of the pan, Wu Jin carefully folded it on the oiled paper bag so as not to break it.

Wu Yi couldn't help but said: "Brother, if you really want to send it to Envoy Mo Jiedu, will they still be short of this food?"

Wu Jin took out the crumbs and put them into Wu Yi's hands: "If they have something to eat, it's theirs. I give it to thank them for taking care of the business."

Wu Yi raised his head to eat, and muttered in a low voice: "We sell cakes, they buy cakes, and they don't give us an extra penny, so it's no good."

Wu Jin immediately turned serious, and said solemnly: "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the fountain! There are so many cake sellers in Mankuanzhou, and how many people make better cakes than us. If the Mo family didn't think I was a poor student, Why bother with us! If you have such an idea, you are a generation of fighters and the root of resentment!"

He spoke harshly, and Wu's mother was also reprimanding the younger brother, Wu Yi lowered his head, and muttered: "Jiedu envoys have so much money..."

Wu Jin's ears were filled with the sound of fried pancakes, and he couldn't hear his mumbling for a while, so he stared at him sternly: "What?"

He took out another broken piece, let it cool aside, and left it for Wu Yi to eat.

"It's nothing." Wu Yi didn't dare to say any more, and she wasn't afraid of being burned, she stretched out her claws from her throat, and swallowed it whole, still greedy.

The oil pan was fried until noon, causing neighbors to poke their heads. The old lady Huang walked in and walked to the oil pan with her hands in her hands: "Oh, it's terrible, how much did Xiongshan Temple lose? This oil is used many."

While talking, she stretched out her hand to pinch it, but Wu Yi stretched out her arm and slapped her: "Grandma, I haven't eaten yet, this is for my benefactor."

Huang Yapo withdrew her hand awkwardly, but said in her mouth: "Brother Jin, I heard that you have climbed a tall branch, let our neighbors dip some sesame oil."

Wu Jin wrapped the oiled paper, tied it lightly with a hemp rope, raised her head and said, "Grandma walks through the door and enters the house, everything in Kuanzhou City is everywhere, and she can coax people from stone, so why bother to take care of her later, Granny just needs to behave properly and keep her heart With kindness and kindness, thousands of people will support you."

Huang Yapo was not a kind person in the first place, so he couldn't get rid of the old face he said, and sneered: "My tall branch is not as tall as you, if you continue to exploit, maybe Mo Jiedushi will let you be the door-to-door son-in-law."

Mother Wu stood up and pushed Mistress Huang to the outside: "Auntie, don't talk nonsense, but I have some work to do, and I'll be honored."

The two went out while they were talking, Wu Jin changed into a long unpatched gown, took elm cakes, walked out of Shishi Street, and went to the corner gate of Mofu.

The door opened as soon as it was knocked, and Wu Jin explained her purpose of coming, and wanted to give the things to the servants to take in, but the servants invited him in directly.

This time when I entered Mo Mansion again, it was a fine day, and the garden was brightly illuminated, clusters of flowers were in full bloom under the sun, the vegetation was green, the vines reached the eaves, and there was a swing, it was very leisurely. quiet.

The servants led him from the veranda into the front yard, and then let him wait outside the gate to report, and within a short while, led him in.

Sitting in the room were the brothers and sisters of the Mo family. As soon as Wu Jin entered, she found that Mo Qianlan was completely different from what she had seen that night.

Mo Qianlan faded away her sharpness and gloomyness, put on a lotus crown, wore a short-sleeved Taoist robe, and dressed like a Confucian scholar, very gentle.

Yin Bei took the oiled paper package, and Wu Jin bowed upright, folded her hands, lowered her eyes, and said, "Wan Sheng has seen the Jiedu Envoy."

Mo Qianlan wandered in the sky, waited for a while, and then waved softly: "Sit down, don't be too polite, what did you bring?"

Wu Jin replied: "The elm cake made by my mother is insignificant, please don't dislike it."

"Things are light and important," Mo Qianlan looked at Mo Lingfeng, "Ah, do you remember what you ate last year?"

Mo Lingfeng was so pouted that he could hang an oil pot, and he hummed hard, but it was not enough to express his anger, so he frowned and ignored him.

"Then try it?" Mo Qianlan said hesitantly.

Yin Bei cleverly put the elm money cakes on a plate, prepared chopsticks, and asked Mo Lingfeng to have a taste.

Mo Lingfeng lowered his mouth a little, and after eating the cake, lowered his mouth a little more, finally turned his anger into joy, and nodded happily: "It's delicious, Wu Jin, don't rush away, I'll take you shopping garden."

Mo Qianlan breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, let's go shopping."

Sitting beside him, Wu Jin felt that Mo Qianlan was neither like a brother nor like a father, but rather like Mo Lingfeng's dutiful son.

Mo Qianlan cleared her throat, and opened her mouth nervously: "I'm actually not tired from studying, just write a few words. Uncle Zhao will lead you to read two pages of the book. If you don't believe me, you can ask Wu Jin."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Lingfeng put down his chopsticks with a "snap", his black eyes drooped, he jumped off the chair, grabbed Wu Jin's sleeve with great force, and dragged him out: "Don't read!"

Mo Qianlan's words full of stomach stopped abruptly, and he ate a mouthful of biscuits dejectedly, chewing for a while like chewing wax. He couldn't find any faults with the elm cakes, nor could he find any faults with Wu Jin, so he could only put down his chopsticks and make something out of nothing: " Old sheep can't chew this leaf, try it."

Yin Bei stood aside, tasted and tasted again and again with a smiling face, and almost tasted all the elm cakes, and finally said with a smile: "It's not as delicious as the ones made by our family."

Mo Qianlan glanced at him: "Get out!"

Yin Bei followed his advice and left, leaving only Mo Qianlan sighing in the room.

Mo Lingfeng walked quickly.

The maroon clothes fluttered under the sun, her face was pink, her eyes flickered, her long eyelashes fluttered up and down like a fan, and her expression was particularly agile.

She strode into the garden in a hurry, broke off a branch, scratched it on the ground for a while, looked up at Wu Jin: "I can read, look."

Wu Jin looked down at the four big characters "Mo Er Ling Feng" on the ground, and couldn't help laughing: "How old are you this year?"

"Eight years old." Mo Lingfeng climbed onto the swing seat board skillfully, holding the stem firmly with both hands, without the help of the maids around him, he turned his two ends up like a loach, and the swing trembled, making a "creak" There was a few movements.

The swing slowly swayed, the shadows of flowers and trees fell on her face, and the golden collar shone brilliantly. She still felt that she was not tall enough, so she squatted down and swung the swing to mid-air. The wisteria hanging down fell from her Brushed across the face.

Unknowingly, Wu Jin smiled all over her face, her gaze followed the swing.

Seeing that the swing was getting higher and higher, almost level with the swing frame, Wu Jin blurted out: "Be careful!"

He raised his heart, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the servants standing around the garden.

The servants are all made of clay, they don't even lift their heads, and Mo Lingfeng's emotions have nothing to do with them.

Mo Lingfeng laughed loudly, slowly withdrew his strength, stopped the swing, and asked Wu Jinyu where she picked the money. Wu Jin and her answered questions and said a few words. When they were having a good time, Mo Lingfeng suddenly pulled out the money. Tao Xun came out.

Wu Jin immediately felt like facing an enemy, and fled back home in despair.

(End of this chapter)