Farmhouse blessed wife is charming and beautiful

Chapter 142 Chapter 142: This kind of thing requires a man to take the initiative (4000 words)
This kind of answer made Mo Liang happy, but also somewhat hated that iron could not be made into steel.

Mo Liang sighed slightly: "It's a good thing to kiss, but A Lan, this kind of thing requires a man to take the initiative to take the initiative."

Jun Wulan didn't respond, but kept Mo Liang's advice firmly in his heart.

Mo Liang didn't get his response and stomped his feet angrily: "You stupid gourd, have you not listened to my words?"

"Uncle Liang, I think kissing Qingcheng is wonderful, I am very happy."

Mo Liang was angry, Jun Wulan suddenly said something, and Mo Liang looked at him with a wrinkled smile.

"I thought you were the reincarnation of a monk, and you weren't close to women. It turns out that you sometimes think about it."

Jun Wulan didn't make any excuses, she didn't get close to women before because she didn't meet the right person.

"Uncle Liang, I see two pine trees in the yard. Are they for furniture?"

The more Mo Liang talked, the more he looked like an old man. Jun Wulan was afraid that Shen Qingcheng would suddenly come in and hear him, so he changed the topic.

Mo Liang walked out with a chopping knife, and responded: "Qingcheng is planning to build a firebox. He said that the firebox is not only as warm as a large kang, but also saves charcoal. When you don't come back, Qingcheng will take Holding a wooden stick, I drew the pattern of the oven on the ground. I saw that the oven was similar to a cabinet for storing grain. As long as I had the set of tools used by a carpenter, it should not be difficult to make, so I took the mother and daughter inside. Yamaguchi chopped down two pine trees, and that girl got lucky and brought back two little hares."

Jun Wulan followed Mo Liang to the snow in the yard.

Mo Liang felt that Jun Wulan, a kid who can only wield knives and guns, must have no specific concept about ovens, so he picked up a branch in the yard and used that branch to draw on the snow.

"This is the firebox. Qingcheng said to put chairs around the firebox. People sit on the chairs, put their legs in the box, and cover them with a quilt."

Jun Wulan is a smart person, and he knew it was applicable at a glance.

"Uncle Liang, let me shave the bark with you."

"Only two trees, I will shave them in a while, and then put them under the eaves to dry. These days, the wind is strong and easy to dry. After five or six days, you can saw the planks. Then you can help. Now you go to accompany Qingcheng Bar."

Reminiscing about the kiss just now, Jun Wulan's ears were still burning, and he didn't know what to say when he saw Shen Qingcheng.

"Luo'er is with Qingcheng now."

"Look at you shy like a big girl, if you go on like this, when will Xiaoluo have younger brothers and sisters, when will I be able to embrace grandchildren, girls like brave men, take half of your courage to attack the enemy's city come out."

Although Mo Liang scolded him badly, Jun Wulan felt that the old man's curse was very reasonable.

"Qingcheng has agreed with me to move the clothes back to the main house, I'll go and tidy up now."

"Boy, you can do it."

Mo Liang patted Jun Wulan's arm encouragingly, seeing that Jun Wulan's chin was turning blue, Mo Liang said again: "Girls not only like brave men, but also handsome men, put your beard Clean it up, don't be a messy old man."

"Daddy, you are here. This is the rabbit that my mother and I picked up on the mountain today. Come and see it."

Shen Qingcheng was feeding the rabbit with vegetable leaves, when Jun Yiluo yelled towards the door of the main room, she raised her head and met Jun Wulan's eyes.

Both felt uncomfortable as if they had been stung by a wasp.

"I'm coming in to pack my clothes."

"You are injured, let me help you."

Seeing Shen Qingcheng take out Jun Wulan's clothes from the cabinet, Jun Yiluo asked happily: "Mother, are you going to take all of Daddy's clothes into the main house? Daddy will follow you from now on." Did we sleep in the main house together?"

"Yes."

After receiving Shen Qingcheng's reply, Jun Yiluo jumped twice excitedly.

"That's great. Grandpa Liang said that as long as my father and mother are sleeping together, I will have a little brother or a little sister in a short time."

Shen Qingcheng and Jun Wulan were a little embarrassed at the moment, but Jun Yiluo's innocent words made them even more embarrassed.

Shen Qingcheng couldn't talk about that old and disrespectful uncle, so she gave Jun Wulan a reproachful look, and then strode out with Jun Wulan's clothes in her arms.

"Qingcheng, don't be angry, I'll talk about Uncle Liang later."

Shen Qingcheng was so ashamed that she ignored him, and strode out the door towards the main house.

Jun Wulan watched her disappear at the door before turning his gaze back, knowing that Shen Qingcheng was not angry, so he pursed his lips and smiled happily.

Jun Yiluo tugged at the hem of Jun Wulan's clothes, raised his head and asked nervously: "Daddy, did I make my mother unhappy by saying the wrong thing?"

Ever since Shen Qingcheng woke up after hanging herself, Jun Yiluo hadn't seen her glaring at Jun Wulan again. She just glared at Jun Wulan just now, and the little girl felt a little uneasy.

Jun Wulan knelt down and rubbed the little girl's forehead with her big hands: "Don't worry, mother is not angry."

Jun Yiluo was particularly fond of the two little hares and the big hen, as if they had found playmates, which made Jun Wulan feel that the little girl was very lonely.

"Luo'er, do you really want a younger brother or younger sister?"

"Ah."

Jun Yiluo nodded without hesitation: "I want a younger brother or younger sister to play with, and I can help take care of younger siblings."

If the child's parents are not dead, he should have a younger brother or younger sister by now.

Jun Wulan felt guilty and distressed.

"Daddy will work hard."

Shen Qingcheng put Jun Wulan's clothes away and went to the kitchen to add some charcoal to the brazier. When the charcoal burned out of smoke, she brought the brazier into the main house and called Jun Wulan and his daughter to the main house to warm up.

"Brother Jun, did you go to the Mu family today and met the young master of the Mu family?"

Just now Jun Wulan said that he would buy candied haws for Jun Yiluo after the salary was paid, and Shen Qingcheng knew that he had passed the assessment of the Mu family and was hired by the Mu family.

Mu Jianlan's handsome appearance with arrogance appeared in Jun Wulan's mind.

"The people in the Mu family are very nice. Mr. Mu can tell right from wrong and is highly respected. Although Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu don't talk much, he is still polite to me. Although the young master of the Mu family is a bit arrogant, he is not bad-hearted. It should be a pleasure to work in the Mu family."

Now that Jun Wulan is an exile, Shen Qingcheng is worried that he will be wronged in the Mu family, so she feels at ease after hearing what he said.

The dough in the enlarged iron pan has already proofed, and she was about to go to the kitchen to prepare the pastry needed for making scallion pancakes when she saw Jun Wulan sitting next to the brazier trimming her beard with her dressing scissors.

She had just changed a padded jacket for Jun Yiluo, knowing how sharp the scissors were, seeing that Jun Wulan didn't look in the mirror for fear that he would accidentally cut her chin, so she hurried back to the brazier.

"Brother Jun, let me help you."

Jun Wulan stopped the scissors in his hand, somewhat looking forward to Shen Qingcheng trimming his beard.

He handed the scissors to Shen Qingcheng's hands without hesitation.

Shen Qingcheng took the scissors, held the scissors in her right hand, supported Jun Wulan's chin with her left hand, and patiently trimmed Jun Wulan's beard one by one, with gentle movements for fear of hurting Jun Wulan.

Shen Qingcheng had just trimmed the beard on Jun Wulan's chin when Jun Yiluo said, "Daddy seems to be younger after trimming his beard, mother, do you think so?"

After listening to Jun Yiluo's words, Shen Qingcheng looked at Jun Wulan carefully.

With a beard trimmed, Jun Wulan looks very mature, giving people a sense of a charming uncle. Now that there is no beard, Jun Wulan has a bit of youthful temperament on his face, exactly as Jun Yiluo said Get younger.

Shen Qingcheng kept staring at Jun Wulan without saying a word, which made Jun Wulan's heart shudder, thinking that she had become uglier without a beard.

He asked anxiously: "Qingqingcheng, do I look even uglier like this?"

I was afraid that Shen Qingcheng would dislike her ugliness and alienate her again. After all, this woman thought he was ugly before, so she cried and made trouble and finally hanged herself.

Jun Wulan suddenly regretted listening to Mo Liang's suggestion.

"Not ugly, Luo'er is right, Brother Jun, you have become younger."

Just when he was uneasy, Shen Qingcheng responded with a smile.

"Brother Jun, I used to think you were ugly because I didn't know how to appreciate you at that time. You don't look ugly at all. You look mature with a beard, and you look young without a beard."

As Shen Qingcheng spoke, she stretched out her finger and lightly touched the scar on Jun Wulan's right cheek.

"How did you get this scar?"

Shen Qingcheng's fingers were soft, Jun Wulan felt a comfortable tingling sensation on his face when touched by her fingers.

"Grassed in the field by an arrow shot by the enemy commander."

"Nearly hurt my eye."

Looking at the location of the scar, Shen Qingcheng felt a little lingering in her heart. She calmed down and continued: "This scar is not very deep. When our home conditions are better, apply some medicine that removes scars and nourishes the skin. The scar is completely gone."

Jun Wulan didn't care much about the scar on his face, which man marched and fought without leaving a scar on his body, but Shen Qingcheng cared so much that he couldn't help asking: "Qingcheng, you still mind me Is it the scar on your face?"

"Brother Jun, I don't mind whether you have scars on your face. I accept you because I appreciate your character, but if there is really medicine that can remove the scars on your face, I still hope you can try it." Give it a try."

"it is good."

Jun Wulan nodded in satisfaction: "You are the head of the house, and everything is under your arrangement."

Shen Qingcheng took her hand back, smiled playfully and said, "The head of the house has now arranged for you to sit here to warm up with Luo'er, and you are not allowed to go anywhere this afternoon."

After telling Jun Wulan, when Shen Qingcheng went out, she heard the old hen clucking non-stop in the main room.

It is difficult for weasels and foxes to find food in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and there are loopholes all around the mud-built yard. When they heard the clucking of hens, the family of four were shocked. They were afraid that weasels or foxes had sneaked into the main room to steal. chicken to eat.

Shen Qingcheng and Mo Liang rushed into the main room one after the other, and Mo Liang was still holding the hatchet for cutting bark in his hand.

The two of them went to the bamboo cage where the chickens were kept and took a look. The weasel and the fox didn't see it, but they saw a white egg in the chicken coop made of straw.

As soon as Jun Wulan carried Jun into the main room, he saw Shen Qingcheng and Mo Liang laughing heartily as they stared at the bamboo cage where the chickens were kept.

"What makes you two so happy?"

Shen Qingcheng opened the bamboo cage, reached in and picked out the eggs, and showed them to Jun Wulan and his daughter.

"It's the hen that laid the eggs."

"This old and thin hen can still lay eggs."

Mo Liang was surprised and delighted.

"Earlier, when Xiao Luo and I fed corn noodles to the chicken, Xiao Luo was still lying on the coop and letting the chicken lay eggs."

Shen Qingcheng and Jun Wulan exchanged a look, and the two understood each other.

"The pastry of the scallion pancakes is now available."

Shen Qingcheng waved the egg that was still warm in her hand.

There are no eggs at home. Tonight, she has already decided to use flour to make the pastry for scallion pancakes. Now it is better to have eggs. The pastry made with egg yolk is more fragrant than the pastry made with flour.

When it was time to cook dinner, Shen Qingcheng lifted the lid of the big iron pot and looked at the dough inside. The dough had risen to twice its original size.

Seeing her getting into the kitchen, Mo Liang knew that she was going to be busy cooking dinner, so he followed her in to help light the fire.

"How did this dough get so big?"

Seeing that the dough swelled so much that it was about to come out of the basin, Mo Liang asked curiously and walked to Shen Qingcheng's side to have a look.

"What's the difference between this and the introduction from yesterday?"

Shen Qingcheng sprinkled a handful of flour on the cutting board and spread the flour with hands, pulled the dough out of the wooden basin and threw it on the cutting board to knead into long strips, and then cut the long strips of noodles into individual pieces with a kitchen knife Evenly sized noodles.

"The old noodle primer I made last night is for waking up the dough, and this dough is for making pancakes. You will need to do this to make buns and steamed buns in the future."

Mo Liang looked at it for a while, seeing that Shen Qingcheng was doing it with ease and he couldn't help much, so he had to go back to the stove and take charge of lighting the fire.

Shen Qingcheng dipped a ladle of water into the small iron pot, threw the egg she picked up from the chicken coop at noon into the pot and boiled it.

While cooking the eggs, she used the rolling pin she had just sharpened half an hour ago to roll out the dough on the cutting board into oval-shaped dough pieces.

After rolling out the dough, the eggs in the pot are cooked through.

She picked up the eggs from the pot and threw them in cold water to soak for a while. She picked up the eggs and peeled them after the eggs were no longer hot to the touch.

Only egg yolks are needed to make pastry, Shen Qingcheng threw the egg yolks in a ceramic bowl to greet Mo Liangzhi, then took the egg whites and went out to the main house.

"Luo'er, guess what your mother is holding."

Shen Qingcheng held a few pieces of egg whites in the palm of her hand, and stretched out her fist to let Jun Yiluo guess.

Jun Yiluo stared at Shen Qingcheng's fist for a moment, then shook his head.

"Mother, I can't guess."

Shen Qingcheng turned her hand over and opened her palm.

"It's an egg."

Seeing the egg whites in Shen Qingcheng's palm, Jun Yiluo's eyes lit up.

Shen Qingcheng took her little hand with the other hand, and put a few egg whites into her little hand.

"It will take a while for the scallion pancakes to be ready, so let Luo'er eat a few pieces of egg whites to pad his stomach."

(End of this chapter)