Spring is coming

Chapter 6 The Spring-Shocking Girl
The children in Mojia Village thought he was a young master from some family in the county, so they didn't dare to come forward to make trouble. They pushed and pushed him back home for breakfast while playing.

The carriage drove away and gradually condensed into the size of a grain of rice.

Mo Qinglin slapped Mo Jingchun on the shoulder: "What else are you thinking about?"

Mo Jingchun said "Oh", and she said slowly: "Uncle, please go back first. I remembered that Aunt Ming called me the day before yesterday. I will go and see her and then come back."

Mo Qinglin clicked his tongue impatiently: "I was calling you from the front, but you just remembered it now. You feel so cold."

Remembering that it was inappropriate to say this now, he quickly pretended to be fine and said: "Okay, go quickly, go quickly, my uncle didn't say anything."

Looking at his fleeing back, Mo Jingchun shook his head helplessly, his uncle really didn't have anything to worry about overnight.

"Little girl, why are you sighing here?"

When Bo Qingshan left and returned, he saw that only Mo Jingchun was left under the tree at the entrance of the village, shaking her head and sighing. Her eyebrows and eyes were not as gloomy as in her previous life. She must have not been squeezed by her second uncle's family.

He walked over slowly and asked with a chuckle.

Suddenly someone appeared and appeared. Mo Jingchun looked up blankly and saw Bo Qingshan who had gone and returned.

He wears mysterious clothes and has a body like a jade tree. His face has not yet grown a beard like in his previous life, and he is cheerful and clear.

"Brother Bo, didn't you just leave?"

When Bo Qingshan heard her calling her like this, his memories were brought back.

He recognized her at a glance in the crowd just now. Maybe it was because she had been so miserable in her previous life. This girl looked no different from her ten-year-old self now, just like a little chicken.

Bo Qingshan raised his head, bent his waist slightly, and made a troubled expression: "Yes, I said I wanted to come down for a walk and let my coachman go first. But now I'm lost. Little girl, what's your name? But? Do you know where Zhao’s former home was in this village?”

The morning clouds in the sky gradually fade, and the waning moon recedes.

The young man's posture was leisurely and elegant, waiting for her answer.

The Bo Qingshan in front of him looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, much younger than in his previous life.

Before Mo Jingchun died, he felt ashamed of him. He helped him, but he got into trouble.

So she returned all this guilt to the young man in front of her and whispered: "I know, I will take you there."

Along the way, Bo Qingshan was very interested and praised every plant and tree in Mojia Village.

He said: "I came here to find a place with beautiful scenery to live and cultivate myself."

"My father passed away some time ago, and my relatives come here every day to urge me to get married to the girls they like while I'm in love. What's the matter, after I get married, my shop will take their surname?"

Mo Jingchun listened silently all the way, and would only say a few words when he came up and insisted that she respond.

Bo Qingshan was helpless in the end. He was so enthusiastic, but the little girl still ignored him.

What Mo Jingchun was thinking about was why he talked so much. It was just the first time he met her. How could she reply to him?

Of course, in a sense, for the first time, everyone thought that the other party didn't know them yet.

Bo Qingshan didn't give up and asked her again: "Little girl, you are so timid. If someone bullies you, don't you dare to say anything?"

Mo Jingchun stood still. He didn't look at the road and almost bumped into Zhao's door.

"Huh? We're here."

He clicked his tongue and looked at it: "It's not bad, it's a bit old, but it's more wild."

He thought to himself that he almost vomited on this journey. He had walked this road eight hundred times in his previous life and lived in the house for more than ten years. How could he not recognize it?
Unexpectedly, God couldn't bear to see someone who died unclearly in his previous life, and even if he was given a new life, he would have to find out the thief.

He smiled at Mo Jingchun: "Thank you very much, little girl, I haven't told me your name yet." Mo Jingchun pursed his lips and said, "Mo Jingchun."

"What a good name. Flowers bloom, garden trees suddenly startle spring?" Bo Qingshan raised his eyebrows at her, "Calling you Chun'er is too vulgar, I'll call you spring."

It was the first time in her life that Mo Jingchun heard that her name could be explained by such a beautiful poem. She had not read a book for more than 20 years in her previous life and this life. The only scholars she had ever seen were the sons of Yao and Mo Jinyuan. Mo Qing, but Mo Qing had a bad temper and was arrogant when meeting everyone, and had no chance to learn anything.

She murmured and repeated it again: "When flowers bloom in gardens and trees suddenly spring comes?"

"Do you know what it means?"

Mo Jingchun shook his head.

The wheat shows in the fields are beginning to look forward to the new year, and the flowers are blooming and the trees are suddenly startling spring.

Bo Qingshan pointed to the rice fields on the roadside and opened them word by word to teach her: "Maixiu Harada, think about it during the autumn harvest. This land is golden and full of wheat."

"The flowers blooming in the garden tree means that the flowers all over the mountain are in bloom and the trees are sprouting. They are very beautiful."

But she doesn't like autumn harvesting and spring planting. When farming is busy, she has to do more work.The hands that cut the rice were covered with red marks, and there were wet and sticky locusts on the legs, which made people feel numb all over.

He continued to explain: "Maixiu Harada first looks forward to the new year, which means that when the wheat is almost ripe, you can start to look forward to the end of the new year. Flowers blooming, garden trees suddenly startle spring, which means that when everything recovers and the flowers and trees are red and the willows are green, people suddenly Only then did I realize that spring has arrived.”

Mo Jingchun followed his words and thought about the scene described in these words. It was indeed beautiful.

Her eyes were crooked, and she sincerely thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Bo."

Bo Qingshan waved to her: "Go back, girl Jingchun, it's time for me to go in."

When Mo Jingchun was stunned, he disappeared.

She really wanted to ask, how could Jingchun girl sound better than Chun'er?
Mo Jingchun returned to Mo's house and met Zhou and Mo Yuanlin going out. They had already eaten, and one of them was carrying a hoe and was going to the fields again.

Mo Jingchun pretended not to see them, but Mrs. Zhou yelled first: "The things wrapped in oil paper in the kitchen are all from our family. Don't use them blindly. I remember them clearly."

Her voice attracted the attention of people walking along the road.

Mo Jingchun was unhappy and raised his voice: "I don't know how to use it, Aunt Yuanlin."

She didn't even call her second sister-in-law, which choked Mrs. Zhou again.

Mrs. Liu next door said "haha" twice, and deliberately imitated her to tell Mrs. Zhou: "Hey! Aunt Yuan Lin, why is she not the second aunt anymore?"

Zhou wanted to scold her, but ignored her.

If someone separates from you, they are no longer a family. Why do they call you Aunt Yuanlin?

Mo Yuanlin took Zhou away.

Mo Jingchun leaned on the door frame, and Madam Liu waved to her and called her over.

"The chickens at Aunt Ming's house lay eggs every day. Your uncle and I are the only ones in the house, so we can't eat these. You can take it and share it with Qing Lin. I'll save some for Aunt Ming to give to you next time."

Aunt Ming held a small bamboo basket and handed it to her.

There was a soft cloth padding inside, and a dozen or so eggs were piled on top, all washed.

Mo Jingchun's heart warmed up and she wanted to refuse, but Ms. Liu wouldn't let her go: "Isn't your child just some eggs? My aunt's family still has many more, and your sister Minmin can't take them away, so why are you so polite?"

　Let’s talk about it first, family members

　　The setting of this article is fictional, and when writing it, I made reference to some backgrounds of the Ming Dynasty, such as the types of crops, etc.
　　The map refers to the settings of the Thirteenth Book of the Han Dynasty. Jingzhou is the Jingzhou within the Kyushu, not the Jingzhou on our map now~ The area is also in today's Huguang area, Henan, and Guizhou...

　　I’ll add the rest later!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)