Spring is coming

Three years later.

In the past three years, Xiangqinghuan's business has been booming, and the life of Lao Mo's family in the village has also become better and better. They have built a green brick house, which is bright and clean.

A year ago, the owner of the shop, the original shopkeeper Zheng, rented out several ancestral properties one after another due to poor management. Finally, he simply found Mo Jingchun and asked her if she had the intention to buy the two current properties. He could Sell ​​it to her cheaper.

Otherwise, he would hang it in a dental store. Once someone buys it, Mo Jingchun will probably not be able to rent it anymore.

Mo Jingchun had saved a lot of money in the past two years, and shopkeeper Zheng really offered a lot of discounts. She was tempted and decided to buy it soon.

The formalities were completed very quickly, and soon the shop belonged entirely to her.

Erya's eyes narrowed when she laughed, and she was the first to suggest: "Girl, do you want to treat us to a nice meal tonight?"

"Erya, you're so fat, and you're still eating?!" Mo Ying's furious voice was heard before anyone was seen.

She lifted the beaded curtain and walked in. When she put it down, she hit Fang Dawei, who was holding the child behind her, on the face. There was a "pop" sound, leaving a string of red bead marks.

"Slow down, slow down, my God!" Mo He looked at her five-month-old belly with fear, "She is a mother now, why are she more unstable than before? There is another baby in her belly. !”

Erya was unconvinced and pouted: "Isn't it bad to be fatter? Last time I went to Cheng'en Temple to pray, the old abbot said that I am lucky because I have a round face and a good face!"

"Okay, okay, a few days ago I saw Deng Zi, the waiter in the shop next door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. Just eat. No matter how much you eat, someone will be willing to marry you!"

Mo Ying waved her hands and sat down, stretched out her legs, leaned on the soft pillow specially prepared for her by Mo Jingchun, and called to Fang Dawei: "Brother Dawei, I want to drink hot tea!"

"Okay, okay, I'll pour it for you." Fang Dawei's knife-carved face showed gentleness, he carefully placed Sister Bao in her arms, went to the next table to bring a pot of hot tea and poured it for her.

They have been married for three years. Sister Bao was born at the beginning of last year and is already one year old.

"Bao'er, Bao'er, you're smiling~"

Fang Baoer likes to laugh when he has nothing to do. This is the biggest characteristic of a child with loving parents.

"Chun'er was the same age as Sister Bao when she first came here. How could she be fourteen in a blink of an eye?" Mo He pursed his lips and smiled, and he and Mo Jingchun gently teased Sister Bao.

Now the Mo family can talk about this matter calmly.

Mo Jingchun said "Hey": "Doesn't that mean that I was already one year old at that time, so I was not born in the first year of the year?"

"It's just a year difference, it's nothing." Mo He took her hand and said, "We will get married when we turn fifteen. It's not good for a girl's family to marry too early. It just gives you one more year to stay."

"What's one year difference?" Mo Qinglin only listened to half of the words and didn't understand. "Chun'er, a bunch of people came to the village. The village chief asked you to go back."

"There are a lot of people here. Why did the village chief ask me to go back? Are they here to find me?" Mo Jingchun was confused.

"I didn't say it. I just saw a lot of people. Then the village chief came to my house and asked me to call you back. He didn't say it was those people who were looking for you."

"You didn't speak clearly, you really scared us all!" Mo He stroked his chest and glared.

"Then it seems that Erya won't be able to eat well today." She cast a regretful look at him.

"Hey, it's okay, girl, I'll take care of the supplies when you come back tomorrow!"

Just after the New Year, the north wind was still blowing outside, so Mo Jingchun wrapped herself in a thick cotton coat and went out.

An all-too-familiar carriage was waiting at the city gate.

"Uncle, what car did you come in?"

"The Bo family's carriage! Bo Qingshan heard that I was coming to pick you up and he came with me. He was just sitting in the car. What happened?"

"Don't our family have our own bullock cart?" Mo Jingchun felt resentful.

"That's a cart pulled by oxen! It's so cold in this cold weather that your little face will be wrinkled. How guilty I am!"

My niece is getting older and has many strange thoughts.

He chuckled: "Don't think so much. Anyway, I think we are inseparable. When the time comes, the boy from the Bo family will come to our house to propose marriage as soon as you are old. Sooner or later, we will all be one family!"

"Uncle, I will ignore you. You and Hang Sheng will sit outside later!"

Mo Jingchun stamped his feet and boarded the carriage with a blushing face. The carriage was filled with warm orange fragrance, which was sweet and fragrant.

"Why didn't you come in just now? Did you secretly scold me down there?"

Bo Qingshan was sitting on the left and smiled at her.

Mo Jingchun muttered: "No."

She chose the seat on the right and sat down, then she heard Bo Qingshan say again: "In a few days, I have to go back to my home in Jingzhou. Uncle Wu will stay in the village. If you need anything, you can ask him or write to me." .”

"What can happen to me now"

"Yes, I have forgotten." Bo Qingshan chuckled and interrupted her, "I have even forgotten that Jing Chun'er is so powerful now. By the way, I haven't congratulated you on buying a shop yet, I might You have to owe the gift first."

"It sounds like I'm begging you for it." Mo Jingchun snorted and asked, "Brother Bo, how long will you be back this time?"

"I can't tell, it could be as little as ten days or as many as a few months."

"Then you... leave early and come back early?"

"Well, leave early and come back early." The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and the thoughts hidden in their words were tacitly understood.

"Here we are, Master, Miss Jingchun!" Hang Sheng stopped the carriage at the entrance of the village and asked, "Miss Jingchun, should you go home first or go to the village chief's house?"

"I" "Chun'er, come over as soon as the village chief calls you back."

"Okay then, let's go to the village chief's house first."

"Okay! Then I'll send you there."

Mo Qinglin jumped off the carriage and returned home first.

Mo Jingchun was left and was sent to the village chief's yard by Hang Sheng.

There was a lantern burning at the door of the village chief's house, and its red surface revealed a hazy orange firelight, which just illuminated this corner.

The dark door panel was slightly open, and she could have pushed the door open directly, but she still knocked on the door politely.

"Is this girl Jingchun here?" came the polite voice of the village chief, who actually came out to pick her up in person.

"Girl Jingchun, my grandpa has watched you grow up over the years. From being such a little baby to being so beautiful today, I am so happy!"

He had a smile on his face, revealing a faint excitement.

"Grandpa Village Chief, why did you come to see me?"

"Well, yes, there is something big happening! Come with me first."

He cleared his throat and took her to the main room, where several well-dressed middle-aged people were sitting. When they saw Mo Jingchun, they stood up and looked very excited.

"This is.?"

Mo Jingchun took two steps back warily.

"Second Miss, this is definitely the Second Miss!" A woman with bunted hair and purple clothes burst out crying and threw herself at her feet, "Second Miss, it is your incompetence that makes you live in such a poor place and suffer. All these years!”

Another middle-aged man with a beard wearing black clothes with silver trim was much calmer. He looked her up and down many times with a straight face: "This girl, have you heard of Xie Wanyi?"

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Mo Jingchun ignored him.

It was the woman in purple who immediately refuted him: "The second young lady was less than a year old when the accident happened. How could she remember what happened in the palace? Butler Chen is too confused!"

Due to poor data in this book, it was originally expected that there would be 40 words of plot that would be difficult to narrate.

At this point, I believe that many readers have guessed the follow-up direction from the foreshadowing in the previous article. While ensuring the continuity of the plot, it is expected that the original major plot points in the follow-up of this article will be condensed into a series of 10 chapters to explain the ending.

In the future, if I have the opportunity, I will sort out some of the more important characters that have been conceived and publish them in the comment area or in the free volume.