Mo Lingfeng took his horse home and went to see Mo Qianlan first.
Mo Qianlan was sleeping on the bed almost in a coma. Mo Lingfeng sat by the bed and looked at it for a long time. He stretched out his index finger and gently placed it on the tip of Mo Qianlan's nose. After waiting for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still alive.
Take your hand back.
She sat there for a while, then Zhao Shiheng came in softly, holding the fine incense he had just found in his hand, and said softly to Mo Lingfeng: "It's okay, it's better if you sleep more. It's too late. You can live longer."
Go live."
Mo Lingfeng stood up, helped him add charcoal, put incense sticks, and reluctantly went back to the house.
She originally thought that during the day, she would be able to accompany Mo Qianlan all day long, but she never thought that she would not have a moment to spare.
On the sixth day of April, Wang Zhizhou's youngest son was one month old, and it was inconvenient for Zhao Shiheng to come forward on such an occasion, so Mo Lingfeng came in handy, arrived at Wang's house, and presented an expensive and heavy gold lock.
Mo Lingfeng hovered among the women in the back house, received countless greetings with powder and perfume, and listened to the gossip about gold and silver jewelry. He took the opportunity to escape, and returned home. Before he could catch his breath, he heard that the Cheng family
There is news that my eldest sister gave birth to a big fat boy last night.
She rushed to Cheng's brother-in-law's house without stopping to distribute golden locks. She was forced to hug the little baby, who was crumpled in swaddling clothes and covered in red. She was so stiff that she didn't dare to move until the eldest sister of the Cheng family spoke.
Then I went home relieved.
On the seventh day of April, Yin Bei sent back a box of account books.
Mo Qianlan was not in good health and could not move around. He stayed at home and made his mind very strong. He invested in countless businesses, and each one prospered like a snowball. Zhao Shiheng was the Thousand-Armed Guanyin.
I can't take care of so many things at the same time.
So Mo Lingfeng sat in the study and looked at the account books. He was dizzy after reading them for a whole day. During the meal, he picked out about 20 not very profitable transactions and handed them to Zhao Shiheng. He said very tiredly: "Uncle, sell them.
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Zhao Shiheng opened it and looked at it, and thought he could sell it and invest it in more profitable businesses. At the same time, he took out a lot of banknotes for her to use as military pay - Mo Lingfeng was under the noses of Feng Fan and Zhong Jiaqing.
About a hundred more people were recruited, all of whom were only at Mo Lingfeng's command. Naturally, the Mo family paid an extra amount of money.
"Uncle, there is a smoky atmosphere in the fortress. Half of the people are living on military salary," Mo Lingfeng told Zhao Shiheng. "Those who are really fighting outside cannot get regular salary. The Nomadic Minister is five feet tall. According to Luge, he should be Qian San."
One hundred articles, two bolts of spring silk, half a bolt of cloth, one stone of grain, and there were no family members in the camp, so in the end I didn't even get half of it."
Zhao Shiheng said: "In peacetime, giant rats have been raised and are difficult to get rid of. As long as we can do better than them, there is no need to worry about the Mo family's army not getting stronger."
He gave Mo Lingfeng a piece of mutton: "To show kindness, you must also extend your hand when others are in despair. Only then will others hold you firmly and never let go until you die."
Mo Lingfeng was taught one by one, and after dinner, he ran to see Mo Qianlan. When he saw that Mo Qianlan was awake, he ran over happily, sat on the embroidered pillar beside the bed, and personally fed Mo Qianlan the decoction.
After Mo Qianlan drank half full, Mo Lingfeng lay beside the bed. Mo Qianlan touched her head, ears, and back, and hugged her silently for a long time.
A piece of agarwood worth ten thousand dollars is fumigated, revealing the aroma of fresh pepper, like lotus, like plum, like honey, quiet and elegant, curling between the rooms, lingering in the clothes of the brother and sister, fingertips, intimate,
Regardless of you and me.
Mo Qianlan stroked her thick hair and suddenly said: "Ah, in the next life, you can be my daughter."
Mo Lingfeng refused decisively: "No."
"Huh?" Mo Qianlan was surprised, "Isn't my brother good?"
Mo Lingfeng replied in a low voice: "I want to be your grandma."
Mo Qianlan was stunned for a moment and felt a little sad: "Is it because you don't have a mother-in-law?"
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Because I became an aunt, I can take care of you and protect you."
She stretched out her arms and made a wing-spreading gesture: "I'm like a big bird, hiding you under my wings. I'll bully anyone who bullies you."
Putting down her hands, she buried her head in the quilt and said angrily: "I have a brother, so I don't need a mother-in-law."
Mo Qianlan reached out and hugged her little sister, who was as delicate as a kitten, and almost cried.
On the eighth day of April, Mo Lingfeng returned to the fort.
Before dawn, Mo Lingfeng set off. Yin Nan followed closely with four huge bundles, making the horses panting. The two rode out of the city. As soon as they arrived at the racecourse, they saw Wu Jin.
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Wu Jin was carrying a basket and had already sold out the cakes. He was standing at the entrance to the racecourse and waiting. When he saw Mo Lingfeng galloping towards him, he smiled.
"Wu Jin!" Mo Lingfeng got off his horse and strode to Wu Jin's side.
Wu Jin quickly opened the native flower cloth covering the basket and took out a still warm oil paper bag: "Yu Qian Cake."
Mo Lingfeng took the oil-paper bag and opened the paper. Inside, there was a pile of Yuqian pancakes fried golden brown with fresh leaves. He pinched out a piece and handed the rest to Yin Nan to keep it and took a big bite: "It's delicious."
The son of the racecourse official ran over smelling the fragrance and circled around Wu Jin's legs.
The child was only three years old. He had just reached Wu Jin's thigh and was drooling as he stared at the Yuqian cake in Mo Lingfeng's hand.
Mo Lingfeng was indifferent and even let out a "tsk tsk" sound of admiration in front of the child. He was so intoxicated with the food that it made the child salivate and shed tears. He could only put his fingers into his mouth and suck to satisfy his craving.
Wu Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just when he was about to take half a piece of steamed cake out of his sleeve and give it to him, an angry shout suddenly came from the grassland, asking the Qiang people to stop and undergo inspection.
The child shivered with fright and hid tightly between Wu Jin's legs.
Wu Jin looked towards the place where the shouting was, and saw four or five soldiers surrounding three Qiang men who were carrying baskets for grazing, and asked them to put down their baskets.
The Qiang people were tall and did not lose their dignity despite being surrounded by soldiers. They all put down their backpacks and took out their household certificates for the soldiers to check.
The soldier examined it carefully, then lifted up the basket for cutting grass and looked inside for the hook knife used for cutting grass and a few summer shirts.
Mo Lingfeng stuffed the remaining mouthful of Yuqian cake into his mouth, turned his head to look at the Qiang people keenly and seriously, and "smelled" something strange.
She said to Wu Jin: "Go to the bookstore quickly, I'll go take a look."
"Okay," Wu Jin took the child and wanted to send him to Xi Guan, "I'll write you a letter."
Mo Lingfeng nodded and strode over.
All the soldiers in the fort knew her and spoke out one after another. Some called her "Mo Zhonghou" and some called her "Mo Dutou". Mo Lingfeng nodded in agreement and walked up to the three familiar Qiang people.
Yin Nan put the baggage on the horse and followed closely beside Mo Lingfeng, her eyes fixed on the Qiang people for a moment - the Qiang people were extremely fierce, she had already experienced this before.
When the three Qiang people saw her, they all bowed their heads. They called her "female general" honestly and asked her to show her their acquaintance's certificate.
Mo Lingfeng waved his hand, lowered his head and took out the hook knife from the basket on his back. Looking at the style carefully, a Qiang man quickly said: "Female general, this is a hook knife used for cutting grass."
Mo Lingfeng glanced at his waist: "What's inside?"
The Qiang man immediately apologized and said that he was afraid of losing his copper coins and had them wrapped around his waist.
Mo Lingfeng said simply and concisely: "Take it off."