It was a cold winter day, and in the afternoon, He Zexu and Ruyi were roasting sweet potatoes on the stove in the yard.
Wei Zijun looked at Xiao Le's review of the questions sent by Liu Cheng in the study room and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
In the past, she would only ask Xiao Le to help when she was too busy.
Now, Xiao Le is in charge most of the time. She doesn't check everything, just check a few every now and then.
"Mom, don't worry, go talk to dad. If you have any difficult questions, I will come to you." Xiao Le, who was sitting behind the desk, raised his head and said to Wei Zijun.
Wei Zijun thought for a while: "Don't you want to go out and play? Don't you think it's boring to deal with this here all day long?"
Seeing things like this made Wei Zijun often reflect on himself and ask himself, as a mother, is it too selfish?
I wandered around with my husband and daughter all day long, leaving everything to my son.
"No, how many times have I told my mother that my son likes to do these things, it can exercise himself, and he also has a sense of accomplishment." After Xiao Le finished speaking, he picked up the tea cup that was warm on the small heater and drank.
Take a sip.
"Really? Don't want to wrong yourself because you feel sorry for your mother and want to share the work for her." Wei Zijun still didn't believe it. Who at this age would want to stay in the room all day long and deal with these things?
ah.
Xiao Le smiled when he heard this: "Mother, what should my son say so that you will believe it? Son, I really like to do these things. And, to be honest with you, mother, when you don't want to be the city lord anymore, just
Let your son do it."
"Xiao Le, are you joking, or are you serious?" Wei Zijun took a step forward and asked.
"Mother, my son doesn't want to steal your position as the city lord. What my son said is that if you don't want to be the city lord, if you keep doing it, your son will keep doing things for you." Xiao Le emphasized quickly.
When Wei Zijun saw his son acting like this, he immediately laughed: "Okay, mother, remember what you just said. Don't let the day come when mother wants to give up and you regret it and refuse to take over."
"No, my son is also a man, and he means what he says." Xiao Le assured again seriously.
"Well, you should be busy. Mom is going to play with your father and sister." Wei Zijun walked out easily.
He didn't see the corner of Xiao Le's mouth rising behind the table. He knew that his mother didn't like being a city lord at all, and she wasn't obsessed with power. It was just because she had to fight against the Wei family and the Qi family that she had to make herself strong.
Moreover, when his father came, Xiao Le also felt that his father and mother were the same people, and they just wanted to live a normal life.
Xiao Le didn't lie to his mother just now. He really enjoyed dealing with these things and felt really accomplished.
Most importantly, he didn't want his mother to suffer, and he didn't want the stable six cities that his mother had worked so hard to take care of in the future to fall into the hands of people who were not as capable as his mother, causing her hard work to be wasted.
"Why are you so happy about a good thing?" He Zexu in the yard asked with a smile on his face as he watched Wei Zijun walk out of the study.
Wei Zijun walked up to the two men, tilted his head and looked into the stove: "You have to have something good to be happy. I'm not so happy every day now."
"Yes, I asked a question. Should I eat one? It should be cooked." He Zexu said, picking up a small shovel and reaching into the stove to get the sweet potatoes.
"I'm not hungry. You two should eat. Eat less. I won't be able to eat anymore for dinner later. I'll go to the kitchen to have a look." After Wei Zijun finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the kitchen.
Xiao Le takes care of things in Liucheng, her daughter has her father with her, and Xiao An, Leng Wuxin and others take care of peripheral matters.
Wei Zijun was free, but she had to find something to do for herself, otherwise she would easily have random thoughts.
For example, why haven't people from the Yangli Kingdom come back yet? For example, how is the investigation going on in the capital of the Anyu Kingdom?
She was the father of her children, and she said very coolly that she should enjoy life to the fullest no matter what difficulties she was about to face, and she should live her life well. In fact, she did think so.
This has been the case over the years.
Otherwise, what should we do? Are we worried, frightened, and sad every day?
In that case, apart from making you feel even lower and more upset, will it help the problem in any way?
There is no such thing. Moreover, imagine that three children face such a mother every day. They dare not be happy or laugh. Growing up in such an environment, she cannot imagine what the children's characters will become.
Sample.
Recently, she cooks all the dishes herself, and the kitchen has prepared all the ingredients.
"Madam, the sweet potatoes I bought this time are very good, sweet and noodles." Aunt Fu was eating the roasted sweet potatoes sent to her by Ruyi. When she saw Wei Zijun, she told her.
Wei Zijun looked towards the corner and saw a sack full of sweet potatoes sitting there.
The kitchen never buys so much at one time. This is the father of the children. After roasting it with Ruyi, he ate delicious food and immediately sent his men to find the farmer and bought two sacks.
He said he was going to eat it slowly, but there was also a sack already put in the cellar.
"Aunt Fu, help me wash these together tomorrow morning. Let's dry some dried sweet potatoes and eat them slowly." Wei Zijun is free now. When he sees the ingredients, he can't help but think about what to make.
"Ah, can it be delicious if dried?" Aunt Fu has never heard that sweet potatoes can be dried and eaten.
No matter how I thought about it, I didn’t think it would be delicious.
Wei Zijun smiled: "Whether it tastes good or not, you'll know after you eat it and see if it's ready."
Aunt Fu smiled and said: "Madam, why are you so smart? Many people my age don't know this."
"Maybe it's because you were too busy in the past. If you were as free as me, you would definitely be able to figure out delicious recipes." Wei Zijun said, looking through the sweet potatoes in the sack.
After thinking about it carefully, before just now, I don't remember that I have ever eaten or made dried sweet potatoes.
It's an idea that comes to my mind again.
Just like at the beginning, when I think about my life-long affairs, the idea of being together for the rest of my life pops up in my mind.
Inexplicably, I resisted those behaviors, such as having a wife, taking concubines and raising aunts, and taking the girls around to warm the bed.
Inexplicably, she feels that those kinds of men are scumbags, including Wei's own father.
Many times, she even wondered if there was actually another person's soul living in her body?
Otherwise, why would she always have so many strange ideas out of nowhere? The key is that she doesn't resist them in her heart.
That night, Wei Zijun, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly heard a gentle but urgent knock on the door.
The person beside him stood up and put on his robe. Wei Zijun opened his eyes and sighed...
