Spring is coming

After thinking about it, she looked as usual and knocked on their door.

"Who is it?"

"it's me."

"Mother?" Mrs. Zhou was surprised and quickly pushed Mo Yuanlin, "Hurry up and open the door to see what's going on?"

You wouldn't have heard what she just said.

She was feeling uneasy. Gao held the steamed bun in his hand. When he came in and sat down on the bedside, he handed it to her first: "Jin Yuan's wife's words are not nice. Don't take it to heart. Life will get better as time goes by."

"Mom, I didn't." Seeing that she even brought back two steamed buns for herself, Mrs. Zhou felt confused and hurriedly explained stiffly.

"What are you thinking in your heart? Can I still tell?" Mrs. Gao patted her not-so-thick quilt with a calm expression. "How you live your life depends on how you two manage it. Song is no longer small. In the past, You said you wanted to save money to send him to school, and you said you wanted to separate the family. You didn’t want the old lady and Chun’er to drag you down, so I agreed. In this case, when spring comes next year, I will bring two pieces of bacon and two chickens from home. Find out which gentleman has good character and knowledge. If you are still short of money, you can borrow some from me first."

"Mom!" Mrs. Zhou was embarrassed and surprised, "You won't hear what we just said."

"It doesn't matter whether you heard it or not. What matters is that you still have my Mo family's grandson in your belly. Don't think about this and that all day long. It's not good for the child."

She glanced meaningfully back and forth at her belly and face, put down the bun, and left.

This is Gao's biggest concession. It's not unkind to hear her secretly making money. It's not uncommon for Zhou to speak harshly. Whether her stomachache is fake or not, it's not the most important thing at the moment. Gao can bear it. .

Mo Jingchun didn't know anything about what happened next. She put on a thick cotton coat, and then discovered that it was made by Xiao Gao last year. The sleeves were shortened, exposing part of the lining.

It seemed to still carry the soap scent of little Gao's body. She reluctantly changed it, took it back to the box and found another one that was barely wearable, but not as thick as before.

She had just gone out and her nose was red from the cold.

"Ah, Chun'er's clothes are not enough anymore." Mo He, who was adding clothes to Lu Bin, noticed it and said hurriedly, "Just in time, my sister-in-law will go to town to buy some winter clothes for Yingying and Bin'er. Come back and buy a new one for Chun'er."

"No need, sister-in-law." She wants to save money now. She just heard that the small courtyard where Yao's family lives costs 30 taels, and she doesn't even have it now.It would take a month or two to wait for the wine to be brewed again, and the price of ordinary rice wine was not as high as when she made peach wine, which had a seasonal and elegant reputation.

But she didn't want to buy a yard near the school, and it shouldn't be that expensive.

With this in mind, she went to Liu's yard to take a look at the wine situation. This time, there was no problem. Moreover, Liu's daughter Mo Min and her husband-in-law were also back, and the family was having breakfast happily. .

When Mo Min saw Mo Jingchun, she happily took her hand and said, "Ah! Sister Chun'er, we haven't seen each other for a few months, but you have become so good-looking?" The last time the two met was in the spring at Mo Changlin and his wife's house. During the funeral ceremony, I didn't even bother to talk.

Mo Min conveniently used her elbow to nudge her husband-in-law Fang Anping: "This is sister Chun'er. Mother was so complimentary just now. You should also say hello!"

"Sister Chun'er." Fang Anping put down his chopsticks and waved to her, looking dumbfounded.

Momin patted him in disgust. The couple seemed to have a really good relationship.

Mo Jingchun and Fang Anping met for the first time after they got married, and they were not very familiar with each other. They nodded to each other and regarded it as hello.

"Aunt Ming, I won't disturb your family for breakfast." She said goodbye with a smile.

Ms. Liu still wanted to keep her: "Why are you leaving in a hurry! You haven't eaten yet, right? Just eat at aunt's house!"

"No, it can't be done." She was embarrassed to be an outsider among other people's family, so she quickly ran away.

"Brother Hang Sheng! Brother Hang Sheng!" Mo Jingchun slapped the door of Bo's house hard. It was freezing cold and she couldn't stay outside for even a moment in the thin cotton coat she wore.

"Hey! It's coming, it's coming." Hang Sheng came out and opened the door, sweating heavily. When the two saw each other, they were both stunned.

"Why are you so cold?" "Why are you so hot?"

"Quickly, come in quickly. There's a brazier burning in the house. It's warm!" Hang Sheng pulled her over anxiously and pushed her inward.

"I don't know what happened. It was fine yesterday but now it's snowing so heavily. I didn't expect it at all. I'm afraid the old man delivering food won't be here today, and I don't know what else to eat."

Mo Jingchun listened to Hang Sheng's mumbling all the way and smiled: "Brother Hang Sheng, when have I ever made you hungry?"

"That's true, hehe." Hang Sheng chuckled, and a gust of cold wind blew directly, making him scream, "Miss Jingchun, let's go quickly!"

The sweat on his body hadn't even dried yet, and when the wind blew, he felt like his body was covered with thin, cool little snakes, the kind that burrowed straight into his neck!
"Hey!"

Finally he took her to the study.

As soon as Mo Jingchun entered the door, she felt a warmth on her face, but her back was still cold. The pinch of cold and heat made her sneeze heavily.

Seeing Bo Qingshan frowning, she quickly turned away: "I'm sorry, Brother Bo!"

Bo Qingshan was leisurely drinking hot tea and warming up the brazier. He suddenly saw her in such a miserable state and couldn't help but frowned: "It's snowing heavily outside today, and you're wearing so little. How can you not freeze?"

It was because she was wearing too little, not because he sneezed.

That's good.

Mo Jingchun said helplessly: "Originally, I changed into thick cotton clothes, but I changed into another one because they were too short."

She spoke with a thick nasal accent, and some words were slurred. After hearing this, Bo Qingshan was helpless: "There is ginger tea on the table, drink it yourself."

"I don't like ginger tea." She rarely pretended, but this ginger tea was bitter and spicy, so it was hard for her to swallow it.

"How can you ward off the cold if you don't drink?" Bo Qingshan disagreed, and the two were in a stalemate.

Mo Jingchun also knew in her heart that if she didn't drink something hot, she might catch a cold. She slowly moved to the table, pinching her nose with a painful expression on her face, mentally preparing herself to drink more.

"." Seeing her suffering like this, Bo Qingshan laughed and shook his head, "Hang Sheng, I remember we have a box of sugar cubes at home? Go get it and dissolve it in the ginger soup for her."

Finally, I don’t have to drink this stuff directly.

Mo Jingchun's expression immediately returned to normal, and he said happily: "Brother Bo, why doesn't your charcoal basin produce black smoke?"

"Why does the charcoal basin produce black smoke?" He was confused. "Isn't black charcoal only used in the kitchen?"

"Ah? Is there any other carbon besides black carbon?"

"This is walnut charcoal. It has no smoke, no explosion, and no peculiar smell." He took his time and blew away the foam in the tea cup. On a whim, he suddenly wanted to teach her how to order tea. "Girl Jingchun, do you want to learn how to order tea?" Order some tea?" (End of Chapter)