The three of them reluctantly cleaned themselves up, went to the main hall to meet people, and saluted several people in the hall - there were four of them who were qualified to come to worship Mo Qianlan, and who did not avoid suspicion.
When the father and son of the Cheng family met, they were extremely jealous. Cheng Ting held the snake in his hand and acted unruly. Cheng Taishan pinched the tiger's mouth and forced himself to turn a blind eye.
If there is a big festival, it will be dangerous to use iron.
After the three of them sat down at the end, Wang Zhizhou made some narrow-minded taunts to Wu Jin.
"Wu Jieyuan has both sides, he can spare his face, and he is sincere. He has chosen this time to pay New Year greetings. If he is lucky enough to enter the court, he will surely rise to the top with this skill."
Wu Jin stood up and said calmly: "Students will be taught."
Cheng Taishan rolled his huge eyes in his heart, sneered silently, took his third son out of his eyes, and looked at Wu Jin very kindly: "Sit down and talk, you who are celebrating the New Year, don't be taught at every turn."
He judged people by their appearance, and for the time being he only liked Wu Jin and his eldest son, but he could not be too indifferent to Wang Zhizhou, so he ate a piece of plum-shaped pastry and said: "Yunsheng, you should try it too, this thing is good, I don't know what it is made of."
Wang Zhizhou immediately said: "How do you know how to eat it?"
Cheng Taishan was holding half a piece of snack like a tiger embroidering, and after hearing this, he stuffed the remaining half into his mouth: "Yes, you don't eat it, you are noble, you have four cooks at home."
Wang Zhizhou immediately said: "I never tire of fine food and fine food."
The two of them exchanged a few words, and the little friendship they had just had turned into a mess. Everyone looked at the words and changed their words.
"I heard that Miss Mo did not celebrate the New Year in the city, Magistrate Cheng, is it true?"
Cheng Taishan nodded and stretched out his hand to peel a tangerine: "Of course I left after receiving the order."
"I'm afraid Jiedushi's heart will be broken. Nine times out of ten, he will not have a good year."
Cheng Taishan couldn't answer, so he stuffed a whole tangerine into his mouth and blocked his mouth.
"Cheng San, I heard that you are also determined to serve the country and join the army, right?" Wang Zhizhou interrupted, "Your father is an old-fashioned man. If he doesn't want to, Uncle Wang can help you."
Cheng Ting was drinking tea, but part of the tea was choked in his throat, and part jumped out of his nostrils. His face suddenly turned red, and he coughed all over the place. He kept saying "bang bang bang" and completely embarrassed his father.
, not even the dregs are left.
At this moment, a servant opened the curtain and came in, carrying a charcoal box full of red-hot charcoal, which he put into the charcoal basin one by one and stacked it up.
The charcoal fire immediately grew in size, the already warm main hall immediately became steamy, and Cheng Taishan suddenly started sweating on his back.
In the heat, everyone put down their teacups, swallowed tangerines, straightened their clothes, and put aside their doubts. Only Cheng Ting could not help but cough, and made "beep" sounds from time to time.
So he was disliked from the bottom of his heart by Cheng Taishan.
Mo Qianlan walked in amidst the heat. He was still dressed neatly in his own home, wearing a crane cloak. He looked increasingly frail, with his face turning blue from the cold.
He looked at his colleagues and said with a smile: "You came in good order."
Then he glanced at Wu Jin and the other two people: "Yes, remember to come and wish me New Year's greetings."
He had a smile on his face and his tone was very kind. However, when his eyes passed over Wu Jin, Wu Jin's scalp immediately went numb, as if he could smell the blood on Mo Qianlan's body.
At the same time, Wu Jin noticed that Mo Qianlan's eyes were like a fine and dense net, filtering out all emotions, leaving only a conspiracy.
A trace of despair flashed across his face, and he lowered his face as if struggling to death, no longer looking at Mo Qianlan.
"It's a trick," he thought, "It's all a trick."
Mo Qianlan looked at his feeble struggle, laughed in her heart, and sat down on the main seat. Her face looked good under the charcoal fire, and she was very calm inside. She didn't seem to be severely hurt by Mo Lingfeng's departure.
His colleagues smiled back, and Brother Cheng Ting and Brother Cheng put down their fears a lot when they saw his pleasant expression.
Cheng Taishan picked up a cup of tea and made some cow drink. After a while to relieve the heat, he said, "Is your house still busy yesterday on New Year's Eve?"
Mo Qianlan nodded: "There is a big table."
There was indeed a large table, but it was by no means lively.
Mo Qianlan, Zhao Shiheng, and Mo Qianlan's aunts celebrated the New Year together. The aunts were too plump and fat, and they received countless rolls of eyes from Mo Qianlan. The atmosphere was so depressing that it didn't feel like celebrating the New Year, but rather like a trial.
Cheng Taishan felt relieved and asked again: "What did you eat? It's red and blue."
Mo Qianlan said: "Burn a whole sheep."
A yellow sheep was killed in the kitchen and a whole sheep feast was cooked. Mo Qianlan had no appetite. Zhao Shiheng was determined to eat meat, but the aunts' chopsticks were so tight that he had no chance to use his chopsticks.
In the end, the cups and plates were in a mess, and Mo Qianlan didn't even drink.
Cheng Taishan looked Mo Qianlan up and down again: "He's fat."
This time there was a smile in Mo Qianlan's eyes: "I have gained weight."
I was originally thin.
As soon as the weather got cold, his old illnesses and injuries started to hurt day and night. The persistent headaches and coughs made him lose weight quickly. His lungs were empty and he couldn't cough anything, but he still had to cough desperately, wishing that all his internal organs would be drained.
Vomit it out.
His body was decaying at a rapid pace, but fortunately Mo Lingfeng could always find some good things for him from outside - peanut cakes, fried green scallops, dripping cakes, sugar-meat steamed buns, she all found them on the streets.
His unique skill passed down from his family has made him gain some weight.
After hearing this, his colleagues secretly admired Mo Qianlan.
Cheng Taishan winked at his two sons again.
The eldest brother of the Cheng family quickly swallowed some snacks and led Cheng Ting forward to kowtow to Mo Qianlan for the New Year and congratulate him on the first day of the new year. Mo Qianlan was very happy and asked Yin Bei to get the new year's money.
Mo's New Year's money was also made of one hundred coins decorated with red string, but the money was not made of copper coins, but made of gold. When Cheng Ting took it in his hand, he immediately became happy.
He took the gold, stood up with great gratitude, and handed the noodle snake in his hand to Yin Bei: "Uncle, this is the noodle snake I made with my own hands. I sent it specially to honor you and to help you eliminate disasters and illnesses."
Wang Zhizhou's eyes widened: "Is this a snake with a face? I thought your father beat you lame and used a stick on you."
Everyone in the room suddenly became happy, and the atmosphere became more and more relaxed. Mo Qianlan picked up the tea cup and took a few sips, then suddenly looked at Wu Jin: "Wu Jin, don't you wish me a happy new year?"
He was very pleased with the arrival of Wu Jin, and pleased with the defeat and defeat of this proud student.
And this was what he expected.
He could clearly see that Wu Jin was full of emotions and sensitive, so he would be angry for those who died in vain. It was precisely for this reason that Wu Jin could not be "unfeeling".
Everyone looked at Wu Jin with different eyes, the only "outsider" in the room.
Cheng Ting had just settled down, and before the excitement on his face dissipated, he began to worry about Wu Jin.
Wu Jin stood up without saying a word, walked to Mo Qianlan's seat, knelt on the ground, stretched out his waist and bowed his hands, bowed straightly, but did not say any words of congratulations.
This bow, this bend of the waist, was already the limit. It had shattered his persistence and turned his previous anger and accusations into jokes and pretentiousness.
He couldn't open his mouth anymore, so he went to wish Mo Qianlan a long and boundless life.