Spring is coming

Chapter 12 Cutting clothes and stealing loquats

Mrs. Li turned around and went to the cloth shop. There were also ready-made clothes, but for people like them, it was more cost-effective to just rip off the cloth and make it themselves.

Children basically like colors with red flowers and green willows, so Mo Ying chose a piece of floral cloth with a green background.

Li frowned and said, "The color is not good and it gets dirty easily."

When it gets dirty, it needs to be washed, and when it gets washed, it gets old easily. When it gets old, it needs to be replaced with new ones. Mo Ying, who loves beauty at this age, is not willing to wear old clothes.

But the little girl didn't want to dress herself up all day long. She didn't even look at the plain ones hanging on the wall, and just hugged the one in her hand.

Mrs. Li had no choice but to obey her, and turned to ask Mo Jingchun: "Which one did Chun'er pick?"

Mo Jingchun thought for a while and chose the indigo one.

Now Mrs. Li said something to her: "Oh, why do you, a little girl, wear these old-fashioned colors all day long? Don't you like these red and pink ones?"

Mo Jingchun shook his head with a smile and said, "Auntie, the red color is too eye-catching. I have to work. A darker color will make it more durable."

Li touched her head and said, "Next time, I'll give you a bright outfit. Only the little girl looks good in it."

Mo Jingchun was very happy to get new clothes. He sat aside and waited for Li to choose for Mo Xiangyuan and Mo Ying's grandfather.

She and Mo Ying were sitting together, and Mo Qing came with Mo Yu after a while. They also wanted to make new clothes. Yao specially asked Li.

When Mrs. Li saw them, she asked them to go and choose.

Mo Qing chose the one that admires the beauty of the moon. He wanted to make a robe to wear to school. Some wealthy young men in the school wore very nice clothes. He was so jealous that he pestered Yao for a long time before Yao agreed to make one for him.

Mo Yu was tall and looked good in bright colors. She couldn't put it down for a piece of rouge-colored muslin.

When Ms. Li went to check out, she felt a pain in her body. The price for the two of them alone was more expensive than what Ms. Li bought for five people combined. The money she had with her was not enough to pay the bill.

Yao didn't give it to her in advance.

Li had to ask a few people to wait for her here while she went to Mo Xiangyuan to get some money.

The two groups of people who had a normal relationship were forced to sit together. Mo Yu snorted and turned his head.

Mo Jingchun didn't know why Mo Yu didn't like her before. He didn't provoke her, and the group of village children who played with Mo Yu ignored her when they saw her.

Later, one of Mo Yu's good sisters got into trouble with her, and she came across Mo Jingchun washing clothes by the river, so she told her.

It was Mo Yu who felt that she was the most beautiful in Mojia Village. But later, Mo Jingchun's body almost recovered and his face became rosy, and then he gradually started to look better.

A man named Er Mao accidentally praised Mo Jingchun one day, and she became displeased with Mo Jingchun.

The one named Lin Hua also said that she thought Mo Yu was not as good-looking as Mo Jingchun, and she made a lot of noises.

Mo Jingchun just smiled after hearing this. Can being good-looking in the village be worth food?
This all happened in the past life, and now Mo Jingchun was suddenly in the mood to take a look at Mo Yu.

Needless to say, Mo Yu is indeed quite delicate, with slender eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and delicate skin. She inherited Yao's good foundation, and of course Yao's mean and selfish temperament.

Mo Qing is more like his father, inheriting the honesty and honesty of the Mo family, and looks similar to Mo Ying.

However, his temperament is more disguised than Mo Yu's. He looks kind and honest, but in fact he has a lot of evil in his belly.

In the previous life, Mo Yu's words were just a bit unpleasant, but he didn't embarrass himself too much, so he wasn't too bad.

Mo Jingchun thought for a while, and he just wanted to stay on the same page with his family from now on.

They were waiting here and had no snacks. Mo Yu was so bored that she took Mo Qing and ran out and said she wanted to buy snacks from outside.Mo Ying and Mo Jingchun were left alone. Mo Ying finally found a chance to be alone. He leaned over and asked her mysteriously: "Chun'er, did you go see the foreigner from the village that day? ?They said he looks good."

They were naturally the group of friends who played well with Mo Ying.

Mo Jingchun nodded and said, "I went. I watched it right in front of my house."

Mo Ying has fallen into the mood of a young girl Huaichun, and her face is flushed: "The name is also nice, Qingshan. Look at those boys in our village, those with mountain in their name, big mountain, Niushan and Hushan, they are just rough!"

"Cousin." Mo Jingchun couldn't help but ask her, "Have you seen what he looks like?"

Mo Ying shook her head: "Where do I get the time? Unlike you, I am the only girl to my parents. They are busy in the fields and I have to help, otherwise I will be scolded to death!"

Mo Jingchun had the idea of ​​teasing her and pretended to be hard to explain.

Seeing her like this, Mo Ying wanted to ask her what was wrong: "Isn't it good? Chun'er, good Chun'er, just tell me!"

Mo Jingchun pushed away her hand that almost hit his forehead, and said seriously: "Brother Bo is a nice person, but you can't judge a person by his appearance."

Mo Ying put away those girlish reveries and gritted her teeth: "Okay, so they lied to me!"

In the corner where she couldn't see, Mo Jingchun smiled with crooked eyebrows.

After buying what I wanted, my already sluggish wallet became deflated again, and I only had thirty cash left to buy groceries.

You can go to the village market to buy vegetables, instead of having to go all the way and pay high prices to pick them in the town. Mo Jingchun returned to Mo's house with the things in hand.

Because Mo Jingchun was not at home today, Mo Qinglin came back early today and stayed in the fields until breakfast time.

After that, I watched the masons at home building a new kitchen in the open space behind the house where Mo Jingchun slept, euphemistically calling it the overseer.

The mason's hands and feet are very fast. He has already made preparations before and should be finished in a day or two.

The materials were bought a few days ago, and the money Mo Jingchun found in the cabinet was spent.

As soon as Mo Jingchun returned home, he ran to the backyard and saw that the stove had been built and was hanging to dry.

They can't afford to build a brick house now, but they think they will have their own kitchen the day after tomorrow. Mo Jingchun and Mo Qinglin looked at each other, and Mo Qinglin pulled her over excitedly: "Let's go, uncle." Go pick loquats!"

Weird way to celebrate.

The two sneaked outside the backyard of the house. The loquat branches of this house were already covered with small yellow and orange loquats. Some poles even extended out of the courtyard wall, and Mo Qinglin could easily touch them.

Mo Jingchun just stared at him: "Uncle, did you bring me to steal?"

There was great disapproval in her eyes, and Mo Qinglin educated her earnestly: "Chun'er, do you still remember the man who came to our house to steal plums?"

Mo Jingchun nodded, this happened last year.

He continued: "He gave Tu Lu away all the plums we had saved for eating. Your brother-in-law, I caught him right away. Later I found out that the thief lives here. Do you think we should take revenge?"

So that's it. Mo Jingchun's eyes changed when she looked at the loquat tree. She said, "Uncle, you go up the tree and I'll hold it underneath."

The two of them worked together to pick all the lower fruits, and then Mo Qinglin stepped back a little, about five or six steps away from the wall, climbed up the wall in a few quick steps, and started to reach the loquats hanging high up. fruit.

The houses in the village, regardless of their mud or brick walls, are relatively short.

But it was still a bit tall for a guy of Mo Qinglin's height, and Mo Jingchun felt dizzy even looking at it from below.

(End of this chapter)