On the second day of the Dragon Boat Festival, the sky was fine.
At half past midnight, the morning light had already surged. The mist in Mofu Garden dispersed, and the flowers and plants grew wildly, flooding the road.
When Wu Jin arrived at the corner door, he saw two servants inserting a large handful of thick mugwort into the top of the door. The doorman on duty was sitting on a stone toad to supervise the work. When he saw Wu Jin, he quickly stood up and opened the door. Invite him in.
Wu Jin remembered that the mugwort in his house had not been planted yet, so he took note of it and went into the garden first.
He walked slowly and slowly, and listened carefully, but did not hear the sound of the xun.
Mo Lingfeng often got up early to play the xun and practiced diligently. The results were remarkable. All the babblers and magpies in the garden disappeared without a trace and never appeared at this time.
He thought that Mo Lingfeng had not come to play the xun today, so he continued walking forward. When he reached the lakeside, he saw the Mo brothers and sisters sitting on the waterside pavilion.
Mo Qianlan hugged Mo Lingfeng skillfully, but lacked strength. He tightly wrapped his hands around Mo Lingfeng's thighs and buttocks, holding her in his arms like a very small child.
He tilted his head and muttered with a smile on his face, while Mo Lingfeng listened attentively. When he heard the last word, he couldn't help laughing and his eyes narrowed into slender crescents.
Mo Qianlan teased her a few more words, then pantingly put down his beloved, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took a sip of hot tea.
Then he sat next to Mo Lingfeng and whispered for a while, keeping his eyes on Mo Lingfeng's face. He also reached out to take a cherry and fed it to her mouth, and then reached out to catch the core.
He had no fun with Mo Lingfeng, and Mo Lingfeng's anger towards him had long since dissipated after a night, and his laughter became louder and louder, and finally he raised his face and started chattering with Mo Qianlan.
When she smiled, Mo Qianlan laughed too, picked up a cherry, and continued to feed it to her sister's mouth.
He never hides his cherishment for his sister. When dealing with his beloved things, he must not hide them or hide them. If others think that she is unloved, they will bully her, despise her, and despise her. She will suffer many grievances out of thin air. .
Therefore, he wants to know all about Kuanzhou and make others respect her and fear her. What she says is the rules and order, and he is just a hand stretched out by this order.
The brother and sister settled their differences and cuddled up to each other. Mo Lingfeng was the first to notice Wu Jin and immediately got down from the stool and said angrily: "Brother, Wu Jin and I are going to study."
The elder brother also stood up and forced himself to smile at Wu Jin - the smile was a bit cold and a bit hypocritical, but it was better than not smiling at all.
Wu Jin bowed to Mo Qianlan across half the lake. Mo Qianlan waved his hand casually and watched Mo Lingfeng walk through some weeping willows by the lake and walk to Wu Jin, and then the two of them walked together. Go to Jiusixuan.
Candles have actually been lit in Jiusixuan.
Who arrived earlier than Wu Jin and earlier than Mo Lingfeng?
Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng looked at each other in shock, walked up the stone steps together, and stood at the door together, looking as if they had seen a ghost.
The person who arrived in the room turned out to be Cheng Ting.
Under the light of the candlelight, Cheng Ting had already ground the ink, spread the rice paper on the table, and had already written half of the large characters. At this time, he was still holding the pen and writing steadily.
Mo Lingfeng walked over first and took a closer look at Cheng Ting's face. He saw that his cheeks were slightly red and swollen, obviously from being beaten, but his expression was very cheerful and he was smiling all over his face.
Mo Lingfeng reached out and touched his face: "Poor."
Cheng Ting turned away and continued writing: "How pitiful?"
"Cheng Taishan is not good," Mo Lingfeng stepped aside so as not to block his light, "I broke your brain."
"Nonsense," Cheng Ting retorted, "He did hit me, but it was all my own fault. Who made me forget to send my family certificate? He discovered it when I sent it secretly."
He turned to look at Wu Jin who was standing by the door: "Wu Jin, Mr. Zhao said your handwriting is good. Please circle it for me. If there is anything wrong, I will correct it."
Wu Jin came over and took the pen from his hand. Cheng Ting quickly stood up and stepped aside to let Wu Jin read the words for him. He crossed his hands and expressed his determination to Mo Lingfeng: "From now on, I will change my mind.
Live up to the time, the lights will be on at three and the chicken will be on at five. I will go to Beijing this autumn to take the exam, and I will be on the list next spring."
Mo Lingfeng saw his face flushed with excitement, his nostrils twitching, his eyes shining, and the bulging bumps on his face, which made him look even more unusual than usual, and he sighed sincerely: "Poor."
Cheng Ting said nonchalantly: "Kid, what do you know?"
He couldn't help but said: "My mother went to sister Huiran's house yesterday and said that the Xu family's children were all preparing for the autumn wedding. Aunt Xu didn't have other things in mind, so she didn't mention the marriage. However, Aunt Xu also praised me several times. I
Mom plans to wait until next year after the provincial examination and I have a ranking before coming to visit."
He was beaming with joy, and the babblers outside also started chirping, as if they were celebrating for him the fact that he didn't have to write a single horoscope.
"Okay," Wu Jin finished the circle and put down his pen, "you can rewrite it again."
Cheng Ting immediately geared up, full of confidence, and worked enthusiastically. In the afternoon, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and dozed off during Yin Nan's archery class.
Yin Nan didn't have the patience of Yin Bei, nor the indifference of Zhao Shiheng. He still regarded Wang Fa as nothing, so he threw Cheng Ting into the lake on the spot, and chased the drowned dog and gave him three violent gouges.
The big yellow dog chased me to watch the show and "tsk tsk" twice.
The dog in the water was no match for Yin Nan, so he fled home and was full of fear of Yin Nan from then on.
After class, Wu Jin was not in a hurry to go home, but went to the street to buy things for the Dragon Boat Festival.
The streets are full of vendors selling rice dumplings, five-color paper, durian flowers, round fans, Bai Suo, mugwort and other items, hawking along the streets.
Wu Jin bought two handfuls of mugwort, five-color plague paper and five-color thread, and took them home.
He first inserted mugwort and offered the plague paper. Seeing that Wu's mother had soaked the glutinous rice and red beans and washed the rice dumpling leaves, he moved the table, hooked the cotton rope around the table, and started making rice dumplings.
He carefully folded and wrapped the rice dumpling leaves, and each exquisite corner rice dumpling was slowly hung on the cotton rope.
As the sun set, there were busy pedestrians outside the street, and there was a dirty smell. No one looked at him, no one paid attention to him, but he still had his back straight and his posture straight.
His character and character will never slacken because no one appreciates them, will not fade due to the common clothes in a humble house, and will not change in any way due to the simple diet.
On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, all schools in Kuanzhou were on vacation. Wu Jin got up early as usual, took out a hundred ropes that he had knitted, and wrapped it around Wu Yi's arm.
He touched Wu Yi's head and said, "Long life, free from illness and disaster."
Wu Yi was lying on the bed, raising his arms to look at the hundred ropes woven with five-color silk threads, lowering his hands, and suddenly asked: "Brother, are we not poor anymore?"
Wu Jin smiled: "Yes."
To be poor is to have debts all over the place. The east wall is demolished to repair the west wall. Everywhere you look is a hole. If you sell it for a few pennies that night, you have to send it to the creditor's house the next morning.
Poverty means eating today's food but not tomorrow's food. You can't even come up with next month's rent money after paying for a medical consultation. You are terrified every night and don't dare to rest for a moment.
Nowadays, the Mo family will give three taels of silver a month, and the business in the cake shop is good. Apart from the money for renting the house and the shop, there is still money left. How can you be called poor?
This was all a favor given to him by the Mo brothers and sisters.