Nongmen's fierce wife busy farming

Chapter 1142 has been pointed

"Father, queen, we are back."

Before Bai Ningxiang could open her mouth, she saw a little guy in a black cloak running towards him from the corridor, followed by Han Jue in a silver cloak.

"Run slowly, don't fall."

Bai Ningxiang looked at her son and sighed in her heart, it's good to be with Xiaoqi, and in just a few days, her temper has become much more lively.

When he was three steps away from Han Jing, Han Mo stopped, stood in front of the two of them, and bowed.
"Father, mother, the son is back, and the time for the palace banquet was not delayed."

Well, the old man is back.

Han Jing nodded with a stern face, "Well, have you invited the Tai Tuo?"

"...No." Han Mo lowered his head with a sad tone.

Han Jue walked up, and coughed lightly, "My brother has seen the emperor's brother, the emperor's wife, my brother is incompetent, and I couldn't invite Wen Daru."

"Is it because you are not sincere enough?" Han Jing looked at the drooping heads of the two and raised his eyebrows.

"Father, we have shown enough sincerity. It's a pity that Wen Daru didn't see him behind closed doors. He finally stopped him on the road, and he cursed violently and even threw stones at Seventh Uncle."

Han Mo pouted, very unhappy.

Just a weird old man, not a great Confucian in any way.

His words and deeds are rough, his clothes are worn out, and he keeps staring at people.

"Hitting you with stones?" Such a naive behavior is worthy of Wen Daru.

"Cough~, I heard that Great Confucianism holds grudges."

Han Jue looked awkward, and he was also very surprised that after more than ten years, old man Wen still remembered him.

He said to find someone else, but Brother Huang refused to listen. Now that he is all right, the old man grinned when he saw him, wishing he could pounce on him and bite him.

"Still scolding you?"

Han Jing glanced at Bai Ningxiang, barely suppressed the curvature of the corner of her mouth, pretending to be serious and asking.

"Ahem... It's not considered scolding anymore, it's just that he doesn't speak well and has a bad temper. When he sees us, he stares and says something like a bastard."

Han Mo blushed, although he didn't like the old man, but after all, he was old and only had a book boy by his side, so it was hard to argue with him.

"and then?"

Bai Ningxiang glared at Han Jing, this person was just taking a joke.

"Then Seventh Uncle and I went to wait for him at the door of Zhushe every day. Wen Daru didn't like servants blocking his door, so Qishu and I sent them away. Then Wen Daru asked Seventh Uncle to help him repair the roof... We just finished working, thinking that the palace banquet is about to start, so we came back first."

Han Mo spoke cautiously, glancing at his father from time to time, and was relieved when he saw that he had no expression.

Bai Ningxiang: "..."

The co-author was summoned again?
What kind of old man is this?Has a weird temper like this?

It's no wonder that with the reputation of a great Confucian, life is miserable. With such a bad temper, no one will be able to please him.

"No hurry. After the palace banquet is over, I'll go and have a look again. Maybe the Confucian will nod and agree." Seeing Han Jue's embarrassed expression, Bai Ningxiang couldn't bear to ask more questions, so she reached out and rubbed her son's head.

Not to mention, she was also curious, so she looked back.

"The queen is right. The more eccentric a person is, the greater their talent will be. Once they are invited, they will be of great use."

Han Jing walked up to Xiao Qi, reached out and patted his shoulder,

"The palace banquet will start soon, follow me to the study, there are still some things that need to be dealt with by you."

After watching the two go back, Bai Ningxiang took her son's hand and entered the hall.

"Is it cold?"

"It's not cold at all. Seventh Uncle repaired the roof with Wen Daru, and my son also helped hold the straw. Fortunately, it was in time, and there is no need to leak the wind when it snows."

Han Mo raised his head with excitement in his eyes. This was the first time he had done such a thing, and it felt quite fresh.

After going out with Uncle Qi once, I realized that there are still people living in such a dilapidated house.

It was cold, but there was still wind leakage. Fortunately, he went with Uncle Qi, so there was no need for snow leakage.

Seeing her son's changing expression, Bai Ningxiang couldn't help but ask, "Aside from helping Wen Daru repair the roof, what else did you do?"

"I didn't do anything else? Daru has a bad temper. We followed him, and he turned his head and stared at us from time to time."

Han Mo looked at his mother, fell silent for a while, and spoke in a very mature tone.

"Mother, the son thinks that Daru has a bad temper, so it must be a good face."

"How did you know that?" Listening to her son's tone, Bai Ningxiang was very excited.

"Because he went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and he picked up rotten vegetables and leaves on the ground. He also picked up what others didn't want. He took the little book boy to collect firewood outside the city, and he could only pick up some small ones, which others didn't like."

"Later, Uncle Qi and I cut two bundles for him and sent them over. He was still angry, saying that it was no good for us to send him firewood. There are many old people like him in the world. If you have the ability, let them All have firewood."

Han Mo said, frowning,

"There are so many people in the world, how could my son and Uncle Qi know each other? Wen Daru made things difficult on purpose, because he was afraid that we would see him as old and feel sorry for him."

Listening to her son's tone, Bai Ningxiang blinked, she was indeed an interesting old man.

Let their uncle and nephew go to invite them later, if they still hit a wall, she will go to the meeting in person for a while.

As soon as we met, he was calling Mo'er, and the deep meaning can be seen.

"Mo'er, do you want everyone in the world to have firewood?"

Bai Ningxiang looked at her ignorant son, although this child always pretended to be an adult, he was also mischievous.Especially in front of his younger sister, he always regards himself as an elder brother and protects sister Xi.

But a child is still a child.

Listening to his mother's question, Han Mo thought about it seriously, "Of course I want to, but my son can't do it."

"This is easy to handle. Who raised this attention? Who do you ask to explain it to you?"

Seeing her son's eyes suddenly lit up, Bai Ningxiang looked away in embarrassment, and could not speak to Wen Bo in her heart.

Since you have taught Mo'er the way to govern the country first, you can't give up halfway.

"What the queen mother said is that after the palace banquet is over, Uncle Qi and I will live in Wenda Confucianism. Whenever he tells me, I will come back."

Han Mo nodded seriously, as if the matter had been settled, his eyes sparkled.

Bai Ningxiang: "Live in the past, didn't you say the bamboo house is simple? Is Mo'er used to it?"

"Fortunately, at Wen Daru's age, he can live there, so can Uncle Qi and I."

For the place where he lives, Han Mo doesn't dislike it at all.

Bai Ningxiang looked at her son quietly for a moment, then suddenly smiled,
"Okay, my son will definitely get what he wants. The palace banquet will start soon, and the clothes have been delivered to your room. Go and change them. I will go to the banquet with my father, queen and queen later."

"Yes, my son is leaving."

Han Mo bowed, shook off his cloak, and went to the side hall on the east side with great momentum.

(End of this chapter)