Chapter 76 Scaring Dalang

Molan suddenly felt that her arm was light. She shook her arm hard, and then bent down to lift the wooden basin with Mo Mei.

It's also heavy. Although it's not as heavy as the rice soup basin, it's not light. It hasn't come out of the village yet. Can you stick to the ground? Molan felt powerless.

"Lanlan, what are you going to do?" A young man came head-on and asked Molan.

Molan looked up and saw that this was Liu Hu, wasn't it? Just now, I was just looking at the basin, but I didn't pay attention to anyone coming.

"Send food to the ground. Why, don't you have rice seedlings in your house?" Molan blushed a little, but don't get me wrong. She is not shy, but tired.

"Oh, my family will transplant rice seedlings in two days. Let me carry it for you." Liu Hu looked at Molan's difficult little appearance, and his arms were a little trembling. A feeling of distress flashed in his heart, and even he didn't know why.

Molan is not polite. She is really too young and weak. She is very happy to have someone to help her. Besides, this person is still Liu Hu, who has a good impression on her.

As soon as Liu Hu raised the wooden basin, Mo Lan rubbed her arm vigorously and chatted with Liu Hu in her mouth.

Several people came all the way and took a break before coming to the Mo family's field. Molan looked from afar. Grandpa and the others were all bending over to transplant rice seedlings, holding their trouser legs one by one, and stood up in the field. There was a lot of water accumulated in the field. Looking at everyone's busy life, Molan sighed in her heart that it was really not easy to do anything.

"Master, grandpa, uncle, parents are coming for dinner." Molan made her little hand into a horn and began to shout.

"Hey." The sound of promise began to come from far and near in the field, and everyone planted the seedlings in their hands and walked to the ground.

When they got to the ground, everyone washed their hands with the water in the field and walked towards Molan and the others.

And Liu Hu delivered the things. He talked to Molan and went back. He was afraid that he would go back late, so his mother asked questions again.

Molan waved to him and continued to look at the crowd coming out of the field.

"You're all here. What are you cooking? It smells strange." Mo Quan threw a few pieces of water on his hand, then wiped his upper clothes twice and asked Mo Lan.

"Look at it by yourself, hee hee." Mo Lan smiled and didn't answer, let Mo Quan see it by himself.

Suddenly her eyes narrowed, and the last one who came over was not the second grandpa Mo Jin? Why is he here too? Looking at this, he helped his own rice transplant. Mo Lan looked at the second grandpa a few times and found that the second grandpa's eyes were a little empty, and his face did not have the previous spirit. It seems that he is having a hard time these days.

Mo Quan lifted the lid of the big wooden basin and was surprised to see the dishes inside. Unexpectedly, there was braised pork. He had never eaten it twice in his life, and then he regained his composure. I greeted everyone and sat down.

Mo Mei and Mo Lan began to help everyone cook, while Erlang began to put the dishes on the flat ground and started chopsticks for everyone.

"Lan'er, how can you make such a good dish? This is not an outsider. Why are you polite?" Qiu Shi sat on the ground, looked at the basin of braised pork, and frowned and asked Molan.

"Grandpa, I said that the rice seedlings are too busy. I bent down and was exhausted. I made some meat for everyone to make up for everyone. There is oil and water in my stomach and I have energy to work." Molan said to her grandfather with a smile.

"Your milk is so polite." Qiu Shi looked at his granddaughter's smiling little face and felt really happy. He felt that his waist was not so so sore, and his whole body seemed to be much loose.

Everyone picked up their jobs and didn't say so much on the ground. Let's just eat together.

Mojin looked at the second rice handed over by Molan, and a hesitation flashed on his face.

"Second master, eat quickly. You have to continue to transplant rice seedlings for a long time. If you don't have enough, you will have the strength." Molan put the rice in Mojin's hand. No matter what, Mojin and Moquan's brotherhood is here. She doesn't have much personal opinion about Mojin. She treats him as before.

"Um, the second master will eat it now. Thank you, girl Lan." Mo Jin was holding a rice bowl, and the corners of his eyes were wet. The girl Lan was good. All this was made by his disappointing son. He doesn't have the old face to see his brother now, but he knew that his brother's family transplanted rice seedlings, but he didn't come to help. Today, he licked the old face. Everyone It's even more uncomfortable. He has that old face to eat this meal.

"What are you doing in a fool? Eat quickly." Mo Quan looked at Mo Jin and said something to him.

"Uh, I'll eat it now." Mo Jin wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand and returned to his brother.

The three of Molan brothers and sisters sat next to each other and waited. They declined everyone's proposal to let them eat together, saying that they had left food at home.

Everyone picked up a piece of braised pork and poured some broth into the rice. Instead of moving the braised pork, they began to eat something else.

Molan frowned. Isn't the meat delicious? Why don't you eat it?

Thinking of this, she secretly asked Qiu, "Mom, isn't the meat delicious?"

"It's delicious. It's very fragrant. Try it." Just now, Qiu only picked up a piece of meat. She ate half of it in one bite, and half of it was not willing to eat. Now listening to her daughter's question, she hurriedly picked it up with chopsticks and fed it to Molan.

Molan hurriedly refused and said, "Mom, I'm going to be tired for a day. Eat more. It's delicious. Why don't you eat more than one piece?

"There are a lot of pieces. My mother asked your grandfather, your father and others to eat more. Seeing that they don't use chopsticks anymore, I guess they think so. That's all right. It's okay. When Lan'er takes the rest of the meat back, you can have another meal when the milk is hot at night." Qiu said gently to his daughter.

Molan was sad. No wonder one person picked up a piece of meat. She wanted others to eat more, and even thought that she could have a meal again when it was hot at night.

Molan stood up, took a pair of chopsticks, and began to divide the meat to everyone. Each of them divided into three pieces. If anyone hid the bowl and didn't want her meat, she would stand there and say that the milk would not be taken back, and the meat must be eaten.

Everyone couldn't resist her. They took her meat in a bowl and ate it deliciously, and even the soup in the meat basin was divided clean.

In a while, the bowl was empty, and the rice soup was also drunk.

Qiu Shi sighed comfortably and said, "It would be great if I could live like this every day."

In his exclamation, Molan and the three of them packed up their things and turned around. When they got home, they put their things at the door of the stove, and then went into the room of Mochanghe to prepare for lunch.

Unexpectedly, Molan saw Dalang as soon as she entered the room. She frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

"My mother asked me to eat meat." Dalang glanced at the three people and then looked at the vegetable basin in front of them.

"Don't you have meat in your house?" Molan was speechless. Cui Shi really could do anything. He actually sent Dalang to let him come and eat meat.

"I finished eating the pork head meat. I thought my mother had eaten too much milk. I didn't let her eat it at noon. We finished it in a few times. My mother said that you made more meat and let me come and eat enough." Dalang was not embarrassed at all. The one who answered was straightforward.

Molan raised her eyebrows and looked at the vegetable basin. There were only a few pieces of meat in it. If you check it, it would be less than ten yuan. His mother asked him to eat enough, which was really said.

"Go back. We don't have any extra food for you. With just a few pieces, we don't have enough to eat." Molan ignored him, but went to the kang and sat down to eat.

"You stinky girl, you don't need to eat meat. I'm the eldest grandson of the Mo family. If you have a good one, you should let me eat it. Give me all the meat here." As soon as Da Lang didn't hear it, he quit. After shouting, he stretched out his hand to grab meat.

Molan reacted quickly. He picked up the chopsticks and hit Dalang's hand. With a crack, Dalang hurriedly withdrew his hand and began to howle.

"If you shout again, I will beat you if you shout again." Moran stood up from the kang, stared at him, and said fiercely.

"How dare you, you stinky girl, if you dare to hit me, I will kill you." Dalang stopped howling and said loudly to Molan, but kept rubbing the place where Molan knocked.

"It doesn't hurt your face, does it? Do you want me to hit you with a broom? Or do you want me to go with my brother? Otherwise, uncle, he is an adult. Bebbing people should hurt more than us. Mo Lan smiled happily at Dalang.

Dalang looked at Molan's smile and felt a little gloomy. He looked at his serious uncle and Erlang, who stood on the kang and stared at him fiercely. He suddenly remembered Molan's broom and Erlang's fire hook. He was timid.

"You dare to hit me, I'll tell my father to go." He stepped back two steps and turned to leave.

"Stop." Molan shouted and looked back obediently. Molan said harshly, "If you go back and dare to complain and let your baby and your mother come to make trouble, my brother and I will beat you hard as long as we see anyone in the future." After saying that, he waved his little fist at him.

"Humph. The stinky girl's film. Dalang didn't say he would go back and not sue, so he ran out.

Molan turned around and sat down and breathed. She didn't want to argue with Dalang, because in her heart, she thought Dalang was a child, but she couldn't have to rely on him because he was a child. Her brothers and sisters were also children. Take care of her own first.

"You girl, you are getting more and more lively. Eat it quickly." Wang said Molan with a smile and asked her to eat.

"Hey hey, don't scare him. If the mistress and the third aunt come to make a noise later and can't live in peace, we don't have enough of these pieces of meat. Why should we give it to him? Let our son eat a few more pieces." Molan said with a smile and gave a piece of meat to Xiao Saner.

"Sister, eat milk, uncle eat, brother eat, eat all, three pieces together is enough." The little guy smiled shyly and said sincerely.

"Ha ha, San'er is really sensible. Eat more." Wang looked at his grandson and was also very happy. He put a piece of meat in him.

Everyone picked up the rice and picked up some vegetables to eat, but the meat did not move. It seemed that they all wanted each other to eat.

Wang Shi saw that everyone didn't move the meat, so he picked up a piece for Momei first.

"Milk, I don't like meat. Give it to Lanlan and my brother." Momei flashed the bowl to one side.

"Quickly, give the milk, don't give it." Wang felt sorry for his granddaughter's sensibleness, and a light of comfort flashed in his eyes.

Momei silently stretched out the bowl, took the meat, and began to eat.

Molan took the meat from the milk clip and took a bite. It was really fragrant. The saltiness was just right, slightly sweet, and the meat was stewed rotten, and it didn't get tired of eating. Molan swallowed the meat contentedly, but it was a little cold. If it was hot, it would taste better. ( To be continued.