The mother and son started bickering angrily, while Father Wu stood aside with a sullen face, already holding a slap in his hand, waiting for the opportunity to give his own dick such a spanking.
Wu Jin acted as if there was no one else around. After finishing the noodles, he picked up the bowl, drank the soup one mouthful at a time, sent the bowl to the kitchen, washed his face, and walked in again: "Auntie, I won't be back tomorrow night. I have to stay at Mo Mansion.
No need to wait for me."
Mother Wu stopped, nodded and said, "Okay, is the room where you sleep warm? Do you want to bring some clothes?"
"Warm," Wu Jin reached out and took the crane cloak on the bedrail, put it on his arm, leaned over and touched Wu Yi's forehead, and whispered, "Boy, don't say angry words, bad words will hurt others.
"My parents have worked hard all day, why do you still hurt their hearts?"
His expression and voice were gentle, and he did not blame Wu Yi excessively. Wu Yi snorted, closed his mouth, and stopped talking.
Wu Jin pressed his shoulder again: "You have worked hard too, go to sleep."
Wu Yi's eye circles turned red immediately, and he pulled the quilt over his head and covered his face.
He knew that he had made a mistake and had brought trouble to the family. He was busy in the bakery every day and could not sell all the cakes. He had to go out to sell them everywhere. When he got home, his parents always scolded him. It was hard for him and he felt wronged.
Wu Jin saw his grievance, and his grievance flowed out and quietly wet the quilt.
Wu's mother knew that Wu Jin still wanted to review books and write diaries, so she urged him to go back to the house and asked him if he wanted a charcoal basin.
Wu Jin waved his hand and went out, returned to his room, lit the oil lamp, took out the folded article from his arms, read it carefully, spread out the paper and pen, and copied the article.
After copying, he did not rush to review the book, but closed his eyes and thought about what he wanted to do from beginning to end.
The next day, Wu Jin first went to Yuhua Street and booked a room at Yanguan in Qingbei, and then took Wen Zhang to Mo Mansion.
As soon as he stepped into Shanyeju with his front feet, Yin Bei followed him in with his back feet, and walked in a hurry, with the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably, as if he had encountered something particularly good.
"Master Wu," Yin Bei grinned as soon as he saw him, "our uncle moved his fingers last night."
Wu Jin nodded indifferently.
Yin Bei didn't notice his coldness and was still very happy. There was a smile in his eyes. However, he smiled and couldn't stop laughing. He found that Wu Jin was treating Mo Qianlan with an attitude that was almost indifferent.
He suddenly remembered that one year, brothers Wu Jin and Cheng Ting paid homage to Mo Qianlan. At that time, Mo Qianlan gave Wu Jin a bunch of gold as a lucky gift.
Under the watchful eyes of Wang Zhizhou and others, Wu Jin accepted the bunch of money. However, when leaving, he returned the bunch of money to the guard at the corner gate without taking any money.
At that time, he thought that Wu Jin was too upright and was not rewarded for his merits. Looking back now, it seemed that Wu Jin had a huge gap with Mo Qianlan.
At the same time, he remembered that since Wu Jin came to Mo Mansion to work, he only met Mo Qianlan once when he first entered the manor, and never went to the second hall after that. Even when the girl was there, he would not go to Mo Qianlan just to please her.
Take a look at the second hall.
Yin Bei was embarrassed and at a loss: "Li Yitie came to see me last night. He only said that living people can also twitch in their dreams. It is a good thing not to die."
In his eyes, the Mo brothers and sisters were one, intimate and inseparable. However, Wu Jin seemed to have neatly divided the Mo brothers and sisters into two halves. The brother could not atone for his sins even if he died, but the sister could be shattered to pieces.
He even felt that once Mo Qianlan woke up, Wu Jin would leave Mo Mansion without looking back - because Wu Jin only held Mo Lingfeng's bowl.
This feeling is too complicated for him to understand.
Wu Jin was sitting in front of the desk, resting his elbows on the desk, crossing his fingers in front of his nose and mouth, looking at Yin Bei without any emotion, waiting for him to finish speaking.
He himself was a silent "accomplice". If he had any sympathy for Mo Qianlan, he would immediately fall into an inescapable self-blame.
Grain transport officers - the second eldest son of Li widower's family, Chen Dawang and Li Xin.
Classmates who went to Kyoto - Qi Sheng'an, Pan Yi, Chen Bai, Wei Hu, Zhuo Hao.
There are also a hundred soldiers who died in Jeju - Lin Guorui, Lin Shu, Liu Hongyun, Ruan Sheng, Lin Zhi, Xia Qin.
He remembered their names in his heart, and from time to time these names would stir with blood.
"Master Wu," Yin Bei stopped talking and opened two cages, "These are made of clothes. You try them on. If they don't suit you, change them again. These are just the rules."
Wu Jin stood up and walked to the box, leaned over and looked at it. He saw that the clothes inside were all the blouses worn by ordinary scholars. The clothes, turbans, shoes and socks were all in good condition, so he took out a round-collared white lantern and put it on.
It has a soap-colored edge and a soap-colored waistband. He lowered his head and glanced at the fine stitching: "It fits."
"I'll have someone take you to your home."
"good."
Wu Jin changed back into his old clothes. Yin Bei patted his head and remembered an important event. He hurriedly went to the front hall to take out a booklet and placed it in front of Wu Jin: "The deputy envoys in front are starting to prepare the tributes to be sent to Kyoto during the New Year. Take a look.
.”
Wu Jin took it in his hand, lowered his head and glanced at it. What he wrote at the beginning was the same words: "Your Majesty, the Emperor, pays homage to Jin'an for his great merit and virtue. Hanging clothes to the south."
Later, each person wrote a congratulatory poem, which was nauseating to read. Finally, there was the gift list they had drawn up, which included crystal lamps, coral trees, jade Guanyin and other items. They were all gold and silver jewelry, which far exceeded Mo Qianlan's.
Salary.
"Did you also plan these in previous years?"
Yin Bei nodded: "It's almost the same, but not as many as this year. I've asked the deputy envoys and they think that I can't move. Thanks to Your Majesty for not giving up, I still serve as a military envoy, so I have to pay more small tribute to thank Your Majesty for your kindness.
"
Wu Jin read the long list of gifts and asked, "So, Mr. Zhao didn't say anything when giving these?"
Yin Bei scratched his head in embarrassment: "Mr. Zhao has always disapproved of it, but the uncle did not listen to the advice. Isn't your majesty just greedy for these vulgar things? Send him more, and he will be happy to death."
Wu Jin listened and said nothing more.
But now that Mo Mansion can no longer go against the wind, His Majesty may not be able to understand the ridicule, and the gift list cannot be so willful.
He took off the crystal cup and other things with his pen, wrote hundreds of goats, Jiaxian oil dates and other earthly rituals. He also replaced the painting "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains" with "Returning to the Boat after Storms" and handed it back to Yin Bei: "Let's do it like this.
.”
Yin Bei nodded quickly and was about to go out when Wu Jin suddenly said: "Wait a minute."
He bent down at his desk and wrote a greeting note, put it into a wooden box together with an article, and handed it to Yin Bei: "Send it to Cheng Mansion and give it to Cheng Zhifu, and ask him to go to Yuhua Street to Qingbei Yan at the end of noon.
Guanshenzi Pavilion."
"Do you want me to follow you?"
"No need," Wu Jin laughed, "I know."
When Yin Bei heard what he said, he knew it was true - every detail of Wu Jin's actions must have been rehearsed countless times in his mind, everyone's reaction was clearly thought out, and every instruction was clear.
It is powerful and will never make people feel at a loss.