Yu Jun

Chapter 48
On the second day of the Dragon Boat Festival, the sky was fine.

Halfway through Mao's hour, the morning sun was already surging, the fog in the Mo Mansion garden lifted, the flowers and plants grew wildly, and the road was flooded.

When Wu Jin arrived at the corner gate, he saw two servants inserting a large handful of thick wormwood into the top of the door. The door of the shift room was sitting on a stone toad to oversee the work. Seeing Wu Jin, she quickly stood up and pushed the door open. Ask him to come in.

Wu Jin remembered that the wormwood in her home hadn't been planted yet, so she made a note of it and went into the garden.

He walked unhurriedly, and listened carefully, but he didn't hear the sound of the xun.

Mo Lingfeng often gets up early to blow the xun, practice diligently, and the results are remarkable. All the babblers and magpies in the garden have disappeared without a trace, and they never appear at this time.

He thought that Mo Lingfeng hadn't come to play the xun today, so he continued to walk forward, but when he didn't want to reach the lake, he saw the brothers and sisters of the Mo family sitting in the waterside pavilion.

Mo Qianlan hugged Mo Lingfeng skillfully, but she lacked strength, so she wrapped her hands around Mo Lingfeng's thighs and buttocks, holding her in her arms like a very small child.

He tilted his head, smiled all over his face, and muttered, while Mo Lingfeng listened intently, and finally, he couldn't help laughing, his eyes narrowed into slender crescents.

Mo Qianlan teased her a few more times before she put down her beloved baby out of breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and took a sip of hot tea.

Then he sat beside Mo Lefeng, whispered for a while, couldn't help watching Mo Lefeng's face, and reached out to feed a cherry into her mouth, and then reached out to catch the core.

He didn't play with Mo Lingfeng, and Mo Lingfeng's annoyance towards him had disappeared after a night, and his laughter became louder and louder, and finally he turned his face up and chatted with Mo Qianlan.

She smiled, and Mo Qianlan laughed too, picking up a cherry and continuing to feed it to her sister.

He never hides his love for his sister. He must not hide his love for his beloved. If others think she is unloved, they will bully her, despise her, and despise her. She will suffer a lot of grievances out of thin air. .

So he wants to understand Kuanzhou, let others respect her and fear her. What she says is the rules and order, and he is just a hand stretched out by this order.

The two brothers and sisters let go of their suspicions and cuddled each other. Mo Lingfeng was the first to discover Wu Jin, and immediately got off the stool, and said in a confident tone: "Brother, I'm going to study with Wu Jin."

The elder brother also stood up and forced himself to smile at Wu Jin - the smile was a bit cold and hypocritical, but it was better than not smiling.

Wu Jin bowed to Mo Qianlan across half of the lake, and Mo Qianlan waved his hand casually, watching Mo Lingfeng walk through the weeping willows by the lake to Wu Jin's side, and then the two went together Jiu Sixuan went.

Candles were already lit in Jiusixuan.

Who arrived earlier than Wu Jin, earlier than Mo Lingfeng?

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng looked at each other in astonishment, they both walked up the stone steps, and stood at the door together, making a look like a ghost.

The person who arrived in the room turned out to be Cheng Ting.

Under the light of the candlelight, Cheng Ting had already ground the ink, spread out the rice paper on the table, and had already written half a page of big characters, and he was still holding a pen at this moment, writing meticulously.

Mo Lingfeng walked over first, looked carefully at Cheng Ting's face, and saw that his cheeks were slightly red and swollen, obviously he had been beaten, but his expression was very cheerful, his face was full of smiles.

Mo Lefeng stretched out his hand to touch his face: "Poor."

Cheng Ting turned his face away and continued to write: "Where is the pity?"

"Cheng Taishan is not good," Mo Lingfeng stepped aside, not blocking his light, "it broke your brain."

"Nonsense," Cheng Ting retorted, "He beat me, but I was to blame for that. Who told me to forget to send the family certificate? He found out when I sent it secretly."

He turned his head to look at Wu Jin who was standing by the door: "Wu Jin, Mr. Zhao said that your handwriting is good, please circle around for me, if it is not good, I will correct it."

Wu Jin came over and took the pen from him, Cheng Ting quickly got up and stepped aside, asked Wu Jin to read the words for him, and crossed his hands aside to express his determination to Mo Lingfeng: "From now on, I will change my mind, Live up to the time, the lights are on every third watch and the chickens are on the fifth watch, and I will go to Beijing this autumn to take the exam, and I will be on the list next spring."

Mo Lingfeng saw that his face was flushed with excitement, his nostrils fluttered, and his eyes glowed, matching with the bulging bumps, which were more unusual than usual, and sighed sincerely: "Poor."

Cheng Tingman said indifferently: "Little boy, what do you know?"

He couldn't help but rejoice: "My mother went to sister Huiran's house yesterday and said that the children of the Xu family were all preparing for Qiu Wei, and Aunt Xu didn't care about other things, so she didn't mention marriage, but Aunt Xu also praised me a few times. Mother plans to wait until next year's provincial examination, I have a ranking, and then come to the door."

He was beaming with joy, and the babblers outside followed suit, as if they were celebrating for him this unconditional event.

"Okay," Wu Jin finished the circle and put down the pen, "You can write another one."

Cheng Ting immediately geared up, full of confidence, and worked hard with enthusiasm. In the afternoon, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep in Yin Nan's archery class.

Yin Nan didn't have Yin Bei's patience, nor Zhao Shiheng's indifference, and regarded Wang Fa as nothing, so he threw Cheng Ting into the lake on the spot, and chased the drowning dog and savaged three violent chestnuts.

The big yellow dog chased after watching the play, and "tsk tsk" twice.

The dog in the water is not Yin Nan's opponent, and he fled back home in a desperate situation, and has been full of fear of Yin Nan ever since.

After class, Wu Jin was not in a hurry to go home, but first went to the street to buy things for the Dragon Boat Festival.

Vendors selling zongzi, five-color plague paper, durian flowers, tuanfan, Baisuo, wormwood, etc. are all over the street.

Wu Jin bought two handfuls of wormwood, five-color plague paper and five-color thread, and brought them home.

He first planted the wormwood and offered the plague paper. Seeing that Wu's mother had soaked the glutinous rice and red beans and washed the zong leaves, he moved the table, hooked the cotton rope to the side of the table, and began to make zongzi.

He carefully folded, wrapped, and wrapped the leaves of the zongzi, and slowly wrapped and hung the delicate horned zongzi on the cotton rope.

The sun was setting, there were bustling pedestrians outside the street, there was a dirty smell, no one was looking at him, no one was watching him, but he still kept his spine straight and his posture upright.

His character and strength of character never slack off because no one appreciates them, they never fade away because of the shabby clothes, and they never change because of the poor food and drink.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, all Kuanzhou schools were on vacation, and Wu Jin woke up early as usual, took out a white rope that she had woven, and wrapped it around Wu Yi's arm.

He touched Wu Yi's head: "Long live a hundred years without disease and disaster."

Wu Yi lay on the bed, raised her arms to look at the Baisuo woven with five-color silk threads, lowered her hands, and suddenly asked, "Brother, are we not poor anymore?"

Wu Jin smiled: "Yes."

The poor owed debts everywhere, demolished the east wall to make up the west wall, and there were holes everywhere in the eyes. They were sold for a few pennies that night, and they would be sent to the creditor's house the next morning.

To be poor is to eat today's food but not tomorrow's food, pay a consultation fee, and can't even pay for next month's rent, fear every night, and dare not rest for a moment.

Now Mo's house will give three taels of silver a month, and the business in the bakery is good, except for the rent money for the house and shop, there is still money, how can it be called poor.

This is all the kindness bestowed upon him by the brothers and sisters of the Mo family.

(End of this chapter)