As soon as Wu Yi heard that his family was not poor, he immediately became energetic. He sat up from the bed, looked at Wu Jin with stars in his eyes, and the abacus crackled in his heart.
"Brother, can you give me ten cents a day? And can I not sell cakes today? I want to watch the dragon boat!"
"No," Wu Jin explained carefully, "Our family is just not poor anymore, we still need to work hard..."
Wu Yi immediately showed a disappointed look and was impatient to listen to his long words. He interrupted him with an "ah" and lay down hard: "Then you are still very poor. Brother, you don't understand. You want to be like Liu Bowen and his family.
That’s not poor. You can eat whatever you want and buy whatever you want.”
Wu Jin immediately said: "You don't have clothes to cover your body, you live on others, and you don't have a roof over your head to cover your body, and you toss around in fear of death. How can you be called poor?"
He pulled back the quilt covering Wu Yi's head: "Every porridge and meal at home is earned through hard work..."
"I'm going to help in the shop!" Wu Yi refused to listen, jumped up, jumped down with two feet, pulled on his shoes, spread his wings and flew out, went to Wu's mother's house, flew around, flapped his wings and landed again
He walked into the kitchen, grabbed Wu's mother's hard-boiled eggs, turned around and ran out.
There are many people watching the dragon boats today, so they will bring some food with them. The bakery has already ordered a lot of them, and they will also make a few cages for the two brothers to pick out and sell.
Wu Jin immediately stood up and followed him, watching him enter the bakery before returning home. He took the rice dumplings and mugwort cakes made by Wu Jin, divided them into two baskets, and then took the Bai Suo that he had made.
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It was still early, and there were many tourists and traders on the street. He first went to the side door of the magistrate's house. After knocking on the door, he handed a basket to the porter and asked him to pass it to Cheng Ting.
The concierge was listless and lowered his head in response. After Wu Jin left, he turned around and entered the duty room, and placed the basket of rice dumplings on the pile of rice dumplings.
Cheng Ting's method of making friends was to cast a wide net and catch as many fish as possible. In addition, he had a prefect father who attracted all the stars. Starting from the third day of the Dragon Boat Festival, the number of people who came to send rice dumplings to Cheng Ting never stopped.
The concierge looked at these rice dumplings and thought that Cheng Ting wouldn't be able to eat so many even if his mouth was full of rice dumplings.
However, after looking at it for a moment, he suddenly slapped his head and stepped forward to lift the basket: "Oh, this is Master Wu! I'm confused!"
Cheng Ting was extremely kind to Wu Jin and returned the favor every year. He was not paying attention for a moment and almost made a mistake.
Wu Jin went to Mo Mansion again, knocked on the corner door, and handed a five-color 100-color rope and a basket of rice dumplings to the concierge.
Then he hurried back to the bakery to help. When the sun came up and the streets were crowded with tourists, he was already out selling cakes with a cake basket on his shoulders.
In order to watch the dragon boat, Wu Yi happily went out to sell cakes, shouldering the cake basket and squeezing towards the river. When the dragon boats dispersed, he returned home and put down the cake basket. Wu Yi's mother saw that the cakes were sold out and the money was not spent.
Young and old, still holding half a stick of sesame candy in their hands.
Wu's mother was in the way of celebrating the festival, so she couldn't scold him, so she secretly made a note to wait until it would happen again tomorrow. Wu Yi waited uneasily for a long time, but when no one held him accountable, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Wu Jin went back and forth three times to sell cakes. After half an hour, the cake shop closed early. He handed the heavy bag of money to Wu's mother, and put a pot of Pu wine and a basket of peaches into the kitchen.
Wu Yi cheered and followed, took a peach and rubbed it hard on his body, then bit off a large piece with a "click".
Wu Jin washed her hands and face, changed into clean clothes, got up, went into the kitchen, moved the table out, moved the chairs, and carried Wu's father on her back.
Wu's father changed into a clean short brown suit. When he saw that his eldest son was sweating from the busy work, but his second son was just eating peaches with a bang, he immediately drank and asked Wu Yi to go to the kitchen to help.
Wu Yi hurriedly ate the peach, then went into the kitchen to serve food - a bowl of food and took a bite.
Wu's mother chopped a bowl of smoked pig head meat, cooked a pot of stew, fried a plate of eggs, and peeled four or five red bean rice dumplings and placed them on the table. Wu Jin poured four more glasses of Pu wine, and it was ready.
Unprecedented abundance.
The family of four was enjoying themselves happily. After the meal, Wu Yi cleared away the dishes and started dancing again to talk about the grand occasion of the dragon boat race.
Just when he was talking, there was a knock on the door. Wu Yi jumped out and opened the door. He saw Mofu Yinbei standing outside the door with a big smile, holding a red lacquer box, and shouted with a smile: "
"Brother Yi," he walked in politely.
"Master Wu," Yin Bei put the box on the table, took out a fan box, and handed it to Wu Jin, "Master said thank you for the rice dumplings you sent, and specifically asked me to return the gift."
Wu Jin thanked him immediately and asked Yin Bei to sit down and drink tea. He also asked Wu Yi to get an empty box and free up the red lacquer holding box.
Yin Bei waved his hands repeatedly and said to send them together. He was as busy as a spinning top and had no time to go back home to put the gift box.
After that, he really walked away without even taking a sip of tea.
Wu Jin followed up quickly and took Yin Bei to the street entrance. When he turned around, he saw that Wu Yi had already opened the box, holding a candy in his mouth, and also opened the fan box.
Inside the box is the sunflower and pomegranate painting fan inscribed by Wu Jin.
Wu Jin closed the fan box and looked at the gift box.
The contents in the box were the things Mo Lingfeng often eats. Even the red lacquer box was the one Mo Lingfeng often used. The red paint was thick, the knife skills were perfect, and the carvings were magpies climbing plum blossoms.
It's not like a gift from Mo Qianlan, but more like a return gift from Mo Lingfeng.
Wu Jin went to find an empty bowl, put all the snacks in the box into the bowl, took the empty box into the house, and carefully placed it beside Bijia Mountain.
Hanging on Beacon Mountain is the broom Mo Lingfeng gave him.
He loved his younger brother very much in his heart, and he would give all good things to Wu Yi. Only this pen was placed on Beacon Mountain with great care, and now he also wanted to add this not-so-precious holding box.
After placing it, he walked out the door with a smile on his face.
"Brother, what are you doing with an empty box?" Wu Yi leaned forward to grab the dried peaches, "Is that valuable?"
Wu Mu slapped his hand away: "This belongs to your brother."
She collected all the candies, including the bowls, and put them high in the cupboard.
Wu Yi pouted: "Brother will give it to me too."
Father Wu asked: "Why doesn't your best friend Liu Bowen send it to you?"
Wu Yi followed Wu Jin and also gave Liu Bowen a rice dumpling. At this time, there was no sign of a return gift.
"Then Master Cheng didn't send a gift back to me either?"
Wu Yi retorted loudly, wondering how guilty he was, and sat down honestly with the candy.
As soon as my butt lit up the bench, the door rang again.
"Liu Bowen!" Wu Yi jumped up, walked to the door in three steps and pushed it open, "...Oh, brother! I'm looking for you!"
The person who came was none other than Cheng Ting's young man, Pang Dahai.
The Cheng family returned the gift with a sunflower and pomegranate fan and a jar of Thousand Suns of Spring.
After Wu Jin thanked Pang Dahai, he sent Pang Dahai out and asked in a low voice: "Dahai, what's wrong with your third master?"
This gift was not in Cheng Ting's temperament.
Last year during the Dragon Boat Festival, Cheng Ting sent a small dragon boat that he had made himself. It was said to be able to hang sails directly across the sea. Wu Jin put it into the water, but it sank before it could set sail.
Pang Dahai was holding it in his heart. When Wu Jin took the initiative to ask, his eyes immediately turned red: "Master Wu, the Third Master said he wanted to hang himself."