A good wife and a good mother

Chapter 53
The fat white man bit the corner of the rag on his shoulder with his yellow teeth, feeling very unwilling!But no matter how unwilling, Mo Daxi left her far behind. At the beginning, she was obviously just a poor person from the countryside, and after more than ten days, she went from the bottom of the girl to the writer. The wages of the literati in the book have also risen sharply, which made her jealous!well!
"Bai Fatty, you are a dead woman and lazy, do you still want wages!"

"Hey, come on, come on!"

At noon, after finishing her book, Mo Dai went downstairs to eat in the shed in the backyard. Before approaching, Xiao Xiao raised her hand and waved vigorously at her, shouting: "Daxi, here and here, I will leave you Great location!"

Today's weather is still gloomy, but the wind is a bit more violent. Mo Dai looked at Xiao Xiao, the thin and tall woman was flying her hair in the wind, and her smile was extraordinarily bright.

For Xiao Xiao's kindness, Mo Dai always accepted it sincerely, so she raised the corners of her lips to show a slight smile.

Xiao Xiao blushed again inexplicably, subconsciously quickly took two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, and when he looked up again, he saw the person sitting across from him hurriedly stood up with a bowl in his hand, with a face like "Don't think about it this time." Then spray it on my mother's face" with a guarded look.Xiao Xiao's eyelids twitched suddenly, who is this?She really didn't do it on purpose last time. As for holding grudges like this?
Mo Dai sat next to Xiao Xiao, and the fat white man sitting diagonally across gave Mo Dai a disdainful look.Modai didn't care, but Xiao Xiao pouted and stared back.

There were two large pots of vegetables on the long table for eating, one pot of stir-fried shredded radish, and one pot of stewed Chinese cabbage with sliced ​​fatty meat.There are only these two pots of vegetables in total, and they will be gone after eating. Therefore, when the handymen who have lunch at Fumantang arrive at the meal time, they all look at the table in the middle of the table like a chicken blood. Those two pots of vegetables, after a while, can only dry up brown rice.

At a quarter of noon, almost as soon as the food delivery chef put the two large pots of vegetables on the table, more than a dozen pairs of chopsticks plunged into the pot of stewed Chinese cabbage with fatty pork slices like swords out of their scabbards. In a second, it depends on everyone's skills in using chopsticks. Whether it is a big lump or a small lump, they stuff soup and water into their respective bowls.Fatty Bai is especially ferocious, and I have never seen her so flexible in work. When someone else picks up a chopstick, she already has two chopsticks, and the food in her big bowl is pointy, and the fat is white. It makes people dizzy.

Mo Dai has seen such scenes of grabbing vegetables before, but she has always been a bit of a clean freak, she only picks up a few chopsticks at the beginning, and then stops picking up food.Helplessly, this woman Xiao Xiao is too passionate, and every time she takes the initiative to hold her back, every meal she eats at Fumantang is so delicious and miserable, but it is not good to take away Xiao Xiao's kindness, I have to endure it!
After eating, Mo Dai went to the second floor, where Shi Lan had prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for her.But when it was time to start writing, Mo Dai suddenly realized a problem. It wasn't that she didn't know how to use a brush, nor that she didn't know the characters of the Great Moon Dynasty, but that what she wrote was modern simplified characters, while the ones here are traditional ones. She can only recognize traditional Chinese characters but can't write them.Looking at the rice paper in front of her, Mo Dai secretly vomited blood.

It doesn't matter, write it out in simplified characters first, and translate it later if anyone doesn't know her.

Halfway through stroking the piano, Shi Lan involuntarily raised his eyes to look at Mo Dai, and saw that she was writing vigorously, her expression was very devoted, her heart became more and more appreciative, she closed her eyes and smiled slightly, and continued to play the qin.

At the end of the hour, when Fang Ling came to Mo Dai to continue the story, Mo Dai had written more than ten pages. Fang Ling was very satisfied, so he couldn't help picking up a page to read. His face darkened, and the hand holding the rice paper trembled.

Shi Lan thought it was strange, so she turned her head to look at it. After a look, she was also confused. It's not that Mo Daxi's handwriting is not good-looking, on the contrary, her handwriting is clear and elegant, very beautiful, but, Daxi She didn't know some of them, so she looked up at her suspiciously: "Daxi, what are these characters?" She seemed to know them, but in fact most of them didn't know them. If she hadn't studied with her husband for more than ten years, she would have You must think that you are ignorant and ignorant.

"This is a simplified character created by me. It's easy to write. If the storyteller doesn't know it, I can explain it to her." After Mo Dai finished speaking, she took back the rice paper from Fang Ling's hand and pressed it down for the whole time. He straightened his gown and went out.

Unsurprisingly, Fang Ling's roar came from behind him: "Mo Daxi, you have the guts. You can even write a secret letter by writing a storybook. Your father thinks that Fumantang can't do without you, so he started to push forward, right? ?”

Mo Dai's scalp was numb when she heard that, God is sorry, she really didn't have those dirty thoughts!

Seeing that Mo Dai could still walk steadily after hearing her roar, Fang Ling felt more and more that she didn't think about introspection and had premeditated, and was so angry that she wanted to tear up the dozen or so pages that Mo Dai had written just now.

"Aunt Ling, in fact, you might as well think about it. We don't know the characters written by Daxi, but don't outsiders also know them? In the future, we will learn to know these characters from Daxi. It has become a unique thing of our Fumantang, and it is not easy for outsiders to steal it, because they don't know these characters at all!"

As soon as Fang Ling heard the truth, the anger in her chest disappeared a lot, but she still expressed doubts about Mo Daxi, this stinky girl is too good at manipulating moths, she has a lot of tricks, and she can't be tolerated in the future!
At the second quarter of the hour, after Mo Dai said the sentence "Let's listen to the next chapter" and then told the guests who were about to go crazy, the old man will continue today's plot in the future books, and she will turn to the backstage to be responsible for writing the storytelling Ben Zi, because her voice was really unbearable, finally bowed deeply to the guests to express her apology.

"Your doll is not bad, I like it very much!" Someone smiled and threw her a silver coin, and Mo Dai saw that it was ten taels again, and she was very happy.After one person said so, the others also threw reward money one after another. After a while, there were no less than dozens of taels of silver gathered on Mo Dai's storytelling table. It was even darker.

Mo Dai once again bowed deeply to the crowd, with heat in her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Today, I can stand here and tell the story to all the guests. First of all, I have to thank the shopkeeper of Fumantang. Her young one may still be an incompetent wife-owner who made the whole family have a good meal. These rewards were given to the young one by the guest officials, and the young one borrowed flowers to present Buddha to express his gratitude to the shopkeeper!"

As soon as Mo Dai said this, she won another round of praise. Everyone said that she knew how to repay her kindness, was high-spirited and so on. Hearing that Fang Ling almost wore out her back molars, what does this stinky girl mean by "reward her?" All the money rewarded by the guests belongs to Fu Mantang, and it is too shameless to say "borrowing flowers to present Buddha"!
Fang Ling had set his sights on Modai, always thinking that if she was a little careless, she would be tricked by Modai.

(End of this chapter)