Spring is coming

Chapter 11 Baishan Town

When Mrs. Zhou came back, she smelled a sweet smell in her home. She immediately ran to the chicken shed to count her babies. After she found that there were not even one missing, she went to the kitchen to look for them suspiciously for a while.

He couldn't find any leftover food anywhere, so he and Mo Yuanlin said disdainfully: "You only have a few dollars on hand, and you dare to buy chicken to eat? You are indeed a prodigal, and you will lose money! I don't know where I made the wrong move. I regret it." Go!"

Mo Song sat aside and took two mouthfuls of porridge. He was very unhappy and said, "Mom, I also want to eat meat. You can kill a chicken tomorrow."

Mrs. Zhou glared: "What to eat?! If I eat it for you, who will lay the eggs?"

She refused without thinking.

Mo Yuanlin felt that his wife was right, and he felt sorry for his son, so he muttered: "Yes, there are only three chickens at home, and the eggs they lay are not enough to eat. How about going to Sister-in-law Ming's house to buy one?"

"No money!"

Mrs. Zhou just had a quarrel with Mrs. Liu today, how could she be so willing to join in the conversation?

"I have to live with my belt cut, and I still think about eating meat all day long. Didn't I eat meat a few days ago?" Mrs. Zhou knocked on the bowl.

There were so many meats and vegetables on the funeral banquet, wasn't she scooping them all into her family's bowl?

Mo Song didn't get what he wanted. He lost his temper and threw the bowl on the table: "I won't eat it!"

Mrs. Zhou was so angry that she wiped away tears: "This is outrageous!"

Mo Yuanlin didn't dare to breathe, he just wiggled his nose desperately, smelling the smell of meat, and took a few more mouthfuls of porridge into his mouth.

Angry with her son, Mrs. Zhou also didn't know how to taste the meal.

The next day, Mo Qinglin probably went to the fields to tell Mo Xiangyuan. Anyway, Mo Jingchun got up early and finished arranging the vegetable field, and saw Mo Xiangyuan driving a donkey cart with Li, Mo Ying and Yao's children on it. Mo Yu and Mo Qing both looked at her.

Mo Jingchun closed all the doors and windows at home, packed her purse, and ran out: "Okay, let's go."

She was not tall, so it was still difficult for her to climb onto the donkey cart. Mo Ying jumped out of the car to help her, and asked her to sit next to him: "Chun'er, are you going to town alone? What do you want to buy?"

Mo Jingchun told her: "I don't have much oil and salt at home, and I want to see what's on the street. I haven't been there for a long time."

They only had those few things at the village market, so she wanted to go out and relax.

After her parents died in her last life, she almost never went to the town.

What she was holding was the purse Bo Qingshan gave her yesterday. She thought it was nice and convenient, so she hung it on her when she came out today.

However, the color and style were all men's. Mo Ying was curious and asked a few more questions: "Ah! You have a good wallet. But the color is too dark and the flowers are not good-looking. What is this?"

Mo Jingchun picked it up and studied it, then said, "Pine tree, right?"

Mo Ying marveled: "It's so good, it's slippery to the touch. Where did you get this good thing?"

Mo Yu and Mo Qing sat across from each other and glanced at each other. Mo Yu hummed, "Where did it come from? Either she picked it up or she stole it. Where did she get such good fabric?"

Mo Qing's attitude was a little more polite, but he had gone to school in the town two years ago and looked down upon his peers in the village.

Except for his sister Mo Yu, he spoke with a sense of pride.

"This purse has pine trees embroidered on it. It should be worn by men. Sister Chun'er, I'm afraid it won't be good for you to carry this."

He said this and waited for Mo Jingchun to untie it and give it to him as a matter of course.

Mo Jingchun in the past would have given in after hearing what he said. After all, she had admired Mo Qing as her brother.

But now, Mo Jingchun stretched out his hand to cover his purse tightly, frowning and said: "I earned this, what's wrong with it."

If you are talking nonsense here, did the saint teach him to always reach out and ask for things from others?He was like this in his last life, pretending to be sophisticated, taking a lot of benefits from himself, and finally stepping on him.

You are a brother in vain!

Mo Ying also echoed her: "That's right, can Yu'er speak less unpleasantly? Qinglin told us that Chun'er might have done it now."

"Chun'er, how do you earn?" Mo Xiangyuan, who was driving the car at the front, asked with a smile.

Mo Jingchun then told him about his encounter with Bo Qingshan that day, but he didn't say anything about the time when the other person was stupid and had too much money, so as to save Mo Yu and Mo Qing from bothering him.

"Okay, okay, you can still subsidize the family income by doing this, which is good, and your grandma will feel more relaxed."

Seeing her becoming more and more well-behaved, Mrs. Li liked her. She took her and her daughter Mo Ying's hands and said affectionately: "I'll buy some cloth for Ying'er later and make some clothes for you."

Mo Jingchun looked down at his clothes and thought they were quite good. The new clothes were not suitable for working, so he wanted to refuse, but Mr. Li beat him to it.

"The lobby aunt is celebrating your birthday. Isn't your birthday coming soon?"

Mo Ying and Mo Xiangyuan also smiled and persuaded her to accept it.

Mo Jingchun said a little embarrassedly: "Thank you, Auntie."

There are a lot of people in the town today, and there are people crowded in front of the bustling food stalls, including those selling steamed buns and rice porridge, sesame seed cakes, and mutton soup noodles.

Mo Xiangyuan's family hadn't had breakfast yet. Mo Ying chose a steamed bun stall and ordered four vegetable buns and three meat buns. She turned around and asked Mo Jingchun if she wanted one.

Mo Jingchun thought for a moment and took out a penny: "I want a vegetable bag."

Mo Ying immediately pushed her money back: "Why should you pay?"

He rushed to pay before her and ordered an extra meat filling for her.

Mo Jingchun leaned gently on her back and said coquettishly: "Sister Ying, you are so kind."

Compared to her aunt Mo Hesheng's daughter Lu Ying, she was still closer to Mo Ying from her uncle's family.

Mo Ying is fourteen this year and is already a big girl. We can get married next year. Many people like her for her hardworking, honest and honest appearance.

Mo Ying also liked this fair and gentle cousin. After she got the buns, she gave her a vegetable and a piece of meat and told her to take them.

Then he divided the rest with his parents.

Yao gave Mo Yu and Mo Qing ten cents each and asked them to buy whatever they wanted. Their family was in good condition. They chose a noodle stall and ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles each, and also added a bowl of Yangchun noodles from the next stall. Cut the meat buns into pieces and eat them separately.

They were sitting here eating. The Li family felt awkward waiting nearby, so they said to Mo Qing: "You take Yu'er here, and later go to the store to find your aunt. Your mother asked me to pick something for you two too." Bring the piece of cloth back."

Mo Qing is also thirteen. He studies in the town so he is familiar with the roads. Mrs. Li has nothing to worry about.

Mo Qing nodded, still not daring to be frivolous towards his elders, and said obediently: "Auntie, go ahead, we'll be back in a minute."

Mrs. Li took Mo Ying and Mo Jingchun away. Mo Xiangyuan was too lazy to go to the cloth shop and went to the street to find a place for cockfighting to watch and entertain themselves.

Mrs. Li chased after him and warned: "Just take a look, but don't gamble with your money!"

"got it!"

Mo Xiangyuan didn't plan to invest money. Nine times out of ten, he would lose something that his family couldn't afford to gamble with.

If you want to be like Yongzi in the village and lose all your family, sell your wife and children, how can you still live?

(End of this chapter)