A good wife and a good mother

Chapter 150 Hateful and Sad (3)
The Shi family didn't even bother to ask why Bai Yi wanted to frame Mo Daxi, so they simply returned a divorce letter. There were four big characters on the divorce letter, and they didn't obey their husbands. Only these four words beat the five brothers of the Bai family. Entering the land of eternal doom, not to mention the difficulty of remarrying from then on, she also has to bear the pressure of the world and public opinion like a torrent of beasts.

Soon, the little servant drove the five brothers of the Bai family out of the historian's gate like driving away bedbugs.

This time, Mo Dai has seen with her own eyes what is meant by the disparity in status and status. The so-called "one finger can kill you", that finger is the historian, and the five brothers of the Bai family are just objects that can be easily killed. .

Shi Lan happily danced around in the garden, feeling the vitality brought to her by the new life. When she smiled innocently at Mo Dai, Mo Dai suddenly became a little afraid of her. After all, she was just like the five brothers of the Bai family. It is an object that can be crushed easily.

Shi Lan's illness miraculously healed. Mo Dai always emphasized that it was the result of her sincere prayers for blessings when she sworn obeisance to Shi Lan, and she was willing to give up half of her lifespan only to hope that Shi Lan's illness would recover and be healthy. They prayed for blessings, so they firmly believed in it, and regarded Modai as Shi Lan's lucky star and savior, and invited them as their honored guest.

Mojia Village.

The noon sun was a bit sinister and glaring, and everyone who harvested wheat in the field was sweating profusely.

After mowing for a while, Mo Wuyun straightened his waist, his back was already soaked in sweat, he tore off the sweat towel tied around his neck and wiped off the sweat from his forehead and face, then squinted at the sun through the bamboo hat , It's getting late, Wuqing should bring lunch over soon.

He came to the field from Maoshi and began to cut. After half a day of hard work, there was only a small piece of wheat left uncut. Victory was in sight. Mo Wuyun bent down again and waved the sickle.

Not long after, Mo Wuqing came to deliver the meal with a bamboo basket.

Mo Wuqing is already in confinement, and he bled heavily when he gave birth to Xiaoman before. After a month of food supplements, his complexion has improved a lot, the original honey-colored skin has grown whiter, and he looks a little less wild, but more A bit gentle and elegant.

Mo Wuqing put the bamboo basket under the big tree, and called Mo Wuyun and Mo Wufeng to come over for dinner.

When Mo Wuqing lifted the green cloth covering the bamboo basket, Mo Wuyun and Mo Wufeng were stunned again for a moment.There are two kinds of vegetables in the bamboo basket, one is sliced ​​bacon stir-fried green chili, the other is stir-fried small green vegetables, and the rice is boiled thick porridge.This kind of food is considered very good in the countryside, but maybe because they often eat the food made by Mo Dai, their appetites have been stimulated. Mo Wuyun and Mo Wufeng always feel that today's food has no appetizing aroma at all, even though they My stomach is already hungry.

Seeing that Mo Wuyun and Mo Wufeng's reaction to the food was very flat, Mo Wuqing was a little annoyed all of a sudden, and said stingingly: "There is no way, a certain woman is not at home today, so I can only wrong you to eat the food I cooked !"

Hearing this, Mo Wuyun and Mo Wufeng dodged their eyes uncomfortably, and quickly picked up their bowls and buried their heads in eating.

During the meal, Mo Wuqing said again: "Just now when I brought the food over, I passed by the threshing ground, and saw a group of people chatting there, saying that it was Mo Hao, Mo Han, and Mo Ran from the aunt's house in the lobby who are with their wives today. Bai Qiaoling went back home to help the aunt in the lobby harvest the wheat."

Mo Wuyun didn't care much: "Really? It's the first time I heard that a married son came back to help harvest the wheat."

"Auntie Datang's land seems to be as much as ten acres, which is enough for them to be busy for a while. As far as I know, Auntie Xiaotang's family also has seven or eight acres of land. Grandma was very partial at the time, so she only allocated five acres of land to our family. !" Mo Wufeng felt a little unwilling when he thought of his own land.

"No, who told our mother to be too honest?" Mo Wuqing took over the conversation.

"Okay, it's been years, don't mention it." Mo Wuyun finished a bowl of porridge, put down the bowl and chopsticks and stopped eating.

"Brother, there are still a lot more!" Mo Wu lightly looked at the earthen pot that held the porridge, there was quite a lot inside.

"I don't want to eat, it's too hot." Mo Wuyun stood up and went down to the field with a sickle.

"I'm full too." Mo Wufeng immediately set down the bowls and chopsticks, and went down to the field with a sickle in hand.

Mo Wuqing muttered: "I know my craft is not as good as hers, but it hurts too much to have so much left."

After lunch, the threshing ground was very busy. The two donkeys of the Orion Mo Sudie’s family were made to turn around, pulling the stone mill around the wheat on the ground in turn, crushing the donkeys that had been cut by the guillotine for a while and only a small donkey was left. Ears of wheat with stalks attached.

Due to the limited space in the site, each household took turns to crush. Mo Xinglin's house was on the wheel at the moment, and those who were not on the wheel stood aside, and put the bundles of wheat under the guillotine to remove more than half of the wheat. Stalk, while sneakily talking.

"It's really hot at noon, but it's cold in the morning and evening. When I came out in the morning, I was still wearing a thick coat. It's too hot to wear a single now!"

"Isn't it? It's so hot! However, I'm not afraid of hot spots, I just hope that the weather will be sunny for more than ten days in a row!"

"Then we have to harvest as soon as possible. Who can count God's temper! But we only have me and my eldest husband in our family, and the second husband is weak. It would be great if we could have a few more people!"

"Look at Mo Achun, the son's wife actually came to help. She seems to be called Bai Qiaoling. I look really good. Although she looks fair and clean, she is not lazy and works hard!"

"Speaking of being white and clean, Mo Daxi seems to me to be even fairer, but all the work in her house is done by Wuyun and Wufeng, and she cooks for Wuyun at home like a little husband-in-law. Send it with Wufeng! I don’t want to embarrass our woman!"

"What a shame, Mo Daxi can make money, and the food she cooks is delicious. Last time, my husband told me that she actually made a big pot of pork ribs, pork ribs, tsk tsk, I'm really willing to cook food, no wonder Wuyun and Wufeng Recently, her complexion has become more and more beautiful, so it was nourished by the wife master!"

"As soon as you're old, don't make fun of people who are young and shameless! Daxi has changed for the better now, and Tian Jin from the patriarch's family praised her, saying that she treats people kindly and generously, and loves her husband-in-law even more. add!"

"Oh, I've heard about this too. Wuqing gave birth to a child who bled heavily and almost died. Tian Jin said that he couldn't feel Wuqing's breath at that time. It was Daxi who didn't give up and cut his own wrist to bleed out to let Wuqing After drinking it, Wuqingcai miraculously woke up again..."

While the man was talking, Mo Xinglin, who was leading the donkey to crush the wheat, suddenly dropped the donkey and ran towards her, and grabbed the man's shoulders, with a look of fear on his face, and said incoherently : "She is not Mo Daxi, Mo Daxi fell off the cliff and died long ago, she is a ghost, she is not human, her wounds will heal on their own..."

"Mo Xinglin, get the hell out of your father, you're making me talk nonsense, are you stunned? Get out!"

Mo Xinglin was thrown away, but he still stood there, his eyes frightened, his expression crazily distorted, and he kept muttering: "She's not Mo Daxi, Mo Daxi is dead, she's a ghost, she's not a human..."

(End of this chapter)