Chapter 135 Ink Door-to-door

Qiu's words fell to the ground, Chen Xuan's face turned red, and Mo Mei's face also turned a little red. She is fourteen years old, and she is almost old enough to talk about marriage, and she has some ignorant thoughts in her heart. At this moment, listening to Chen Xuan's marriage, she actually felt a little flustered.

Mo Lan is a personal spirit. Her eyes have been looking at everyone's expressions. Seeing this scene, she said in her heart: Are sister and Chen Xuan interesting? That's not bad. Cheng Xiao's family is simple, and his mother is also easy to get along with. Chen Xuan is loyal and willing to work, and it can't be wrong for my sister to get married. But my sister is still young now. Let's wait for two years. Now that it's broken, it's not easy to get along with.

"Yes, then I'm waiting for the girl to introduce my daughter-in-law to Xuan'er." Qin smiled happily. She spoke much more rustic than before, but it sounded more comfortable.

Everyone laughed and didn't disperse until midnight.

I was happy to eat dumplings on the first day of the lunar new year. Qiu Shi had just cooked dumplings here, and Mo Jin came to his door.

His legs are a little crumped, and his back is a little hunched, which looks older than Mo Quan.

"Second grandpa, sit on the kang, is it cold? Warm up and warm up." Molan patted the snow on Mo Jin's body. It's snowing outside at this moment. I don't know what happened to the second grandpa.

"The girl Lan is not busy. The snow is fine. It will melt later. Come on, this is the New Year's money given to you by the second grandpa. Don't think it's too little." Mo Jin smiled very kindly and took out a red envelope from his arms and handed it to Molan.

Molan thought for a moment and did not refuse. She took it over and said with a sweet smile, "Thank you, second grandpa. I wish my second grandpa good health and a long life."

No matter how much money Molan has in the red envelope, this is the second grandpa's intention, and she accepted it.

Mo Jin smiled, and then gave Erlang, Momei and Xiao Saner a red seal.

Everyone thanked Mojin, set up the table, and let Mojin eat together.

Mojin is not polite, and he eats dumplings with everyone.

In addition to dumplings, garlic, and soju on the table. As the saying goes, dumplings are wine, and the more you drink, the more you have. For good luck, men usually drink some soju during the Spring Festival when they eat dumplings.

"Sister-in-law's dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage are delicious. In previous years, my sister-in-law always practiced some oil shuttles, chopped them, and put them into the dumpling stuffing. It tastes delicious." Mo Jin ate it. Dumplings remind me of the days when there was no separation.

"Yes, no dumplings in winter are as delicious as dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage. Jin, come over whenever you want. My sister-in-law will make it for you." Wang said something in his mouth, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Um. I'm not polite to my sister-in-law." After saying that, Mo Jin's tears fell down. He hurriedly wiped his sleeve and ate the dumplings with a smile.

After eating, everyone began to chat. It's really okay to say that Mo Jin is here today. In the days when he broke his leg last time, the big house sent soup and food every day. He kept it in mind, on the contrary, his own. He felt uncomfortable when he thought of it.

Feng's service is to fall and beat him every day. His daughter-in-law doesn't care at all. Except for cooking a few meals, she ignores anything. Mo Changsheng was still away from home all day. During the days when he was in bed, no one was served by the crops in the field. There were only three mu of land left at home, and no one was willing to take care of it, and most of the grain was wasted.

Dalang either eats or plays all day long. He hasn't asked him at all, and hasn't said anything about whether his legs hurt or not. Mo Ju often looked at him, but the baby was serious and didn't say anything, and he didn't know what he was thinking all day long.

Mo Jin's heart was cold. He hated himself and blamed himself. He indulged his family and let his family fall into such a field. But now he has no right to speak at home, and no one is willing to listen to him.

After his legs could go down to the ground, he dragged his legs into the mountain to pick up towers and pecans. Twenty taels of silver, which used to sell ginseng at home, made Changsheng lose a lot, and the rest also ruined Cui's scourge. Seeing that the family could not eat, he couldn't do it

He asked someone to sell these things to his eldest brother's house. He has no face to come. He doesn't want money. The family is waiting for dinner. He is shameless to ask for money.

He secretly left one or two articles at a time to hide. It's the Spring Festival, and he, the second grandfather, has to give his baby some New Year's money.

So he came early in the morning with the brazenness. He likes his eldest brother's house, which is warm. There are no quarrels at home, which makes people feel comfortable. It's not like his own family. It makes people unable to stay for a moment.

"Jin, I have prepared a lot of things this year. Let your sister-in-law bring you some back when you leave. Bring two chickens and fish, and take some of those dumplings." Mo Quan said, and he still felt a little sorry for his brother.

"No, I don't want anything. I have it at home. If you want to eat it, I'll come over. It's still the food cooked by my sister-in-law and niece." Mo Jin excused himself. How many of those people in his family are not enough to eat. Even if they take them back, they will not miss the good of the eldest brother's family. He doesn't want to spoil the eldest brother's intention.

"Zhong, you can come home at any time. No matter when it comes, we are also mother's brothers. If it's okay in a couple of days, let's go to your eldest sister and second sister's house. The ink is all smoked. Cigarette bag, it is proposed.

"Yes, let's go to my mother-in-law's house in the third year of junior high school. Let's go to the third year of junior high school. I also miss my sister." Mo Jin mentioned the two sisters and felt warm in his heart. His leg was broken. The two sisters ran back and forth many times, and brought something back. I owe it to my brother and sister!

"Zhong, don't bring anything here. I'll ask your sister-in-law to prepare two copies, one for each of us. Go to see your eldest sister and second sister. Mo Quan is also very happy. He is old. When he sees it once less, he can see him and feel at ease. Mo Jin is not polite, and he can't give a gift, and Feng can't prepare a gift for him. It's good not to be allowed to bring it back.

After Mo Jin went back, Wang whispered to Mo Quan, "Jin's spirit looks no better than in previous years. It seems that he is also aggrieved over there.

"What are Feng's and Cui's? We all know that the third brother is not at home all day. How can Jin be better? We are brothers and sisters-in-law. If others don't care, just be good to Jin. Mo Quan also sighed and lived in the same village. He didn't know what his brother's family was like.

The brother dragged his injured leg to pick up the mountain goods, and the client sold it to his own. If he couldn't live at home, did he need to drag his leg? But if you don't say it, you can't mention it yourself. If you want to help him, you can't help him, and you can't put food in your brother's mouth. It's not good to send the money there. Just let your brother come and eat it from time to time.

"What else do you say? When I got married, Jin was only eighteen years old. For many years, I regarded him as my own brother. If Feng and Cui had not gone too far, the separation would have been like this." Wang sighed faintly after saying that.

On the second day of the lunar new year, Mo Lan followed her father and mother, Er Lang, Mo Mei and Xiao San'er to her grandma's house for a whole day.

In the third year of junior high school, Wang asked Qiu to prepare four chickens, four geese, two big fish, two grids of vermicelli, twenty catties of meat, two kinds of pastry and fruit, and a few feet of cloth. These were divided into two parts and installed in Lao Liu's car. Mo Quan and others will go to

When he was about to go out, Wang looked at the clothes on Mojin. These clothes were still before they were separated. They had been wearing them for several years, and it seemed that they had not bought new clothes.

"Jin, come here." Wang shouted at Mo Jin and asked him to enter the house.

He took out Mo Quan's clothes, which were added this year. The eldest daughter-in-law made a set, the second daughter-in-law made a set, and Qin also made a set for them. Therefore, she and Mo Quan both had three sets of new clothes this year.

"Here, this is your brother's. He hasn't got it yet. You two are about the same size. Put it on." Wang handed the clothes to Mojin.

"No, I don't want it. This is my brother's. How can I have it!" Mo Jin hurriedly refused.

"What are you polite to me? Go to see your sister. Your sister feels uncomfortable when she sees the clothes on your body, and she has to blame her sister-in-law for not doing it for you. Listen to your sister-in-law, put it on quickly. I'm good-looking, and it can add a lot of color. And take this red envelope. I went to give it to the children. Wang looked at Mo Jin and said with a kind face.

"Thank you, sister-in-law. Then I'll put it on." Mo Jin took it over, turned around and wiped his tears. His sister-in-law had been married for many years, and he had nothing to say to him.

Mo Quan and Mo Jin left happily, and everyone inhaled the cool air and warmed into the house.

When they came back in the evening, Mojin put all the gifts on the side of the big room, so he took two cabbages and two pickled cabbages and went back. And Mo Quan talked about today's situation with a happy face.

The second sister's family was very happy. When the second sister's family saw the New Year's gift, they felt that their faces were shining. The children received the red seal and were very happy. One by one, the uncle shouted, and the lunch was also rich. The second sister took their brother's hand and kept talking. It also means that he will also go to the eldest sister's house, and their brother and sister will get together.

Looking at the [Xing] Mo Quan, everyone smiled. It was rare for the old man to be so happy, and a mother's compatriot still had family affection.

After February 2, the year was over again, and the Mo family began to be busy again.

After spring, it was summer again. As soon as Molan had rested, she saw Grandpa coming back with a gloomy face with his hands behind his back.

"Master, what's the matter? Who messed with you?" Mo Lan came forward and asked Mo Quan.

"Hey." Mo Quan sighed deeply.

"I'm afraid I can't collect anything of this wheat this year. I just went to the field to have a look. The ears of wheat have been stuffed by greasy worms, which are much thicker than in previous years. This wheat has been eaten by greasy worms. I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm going After Mo Quan finished speaking, his face wrinkled together.

Molan frowned. When she only wore it, she heard her grandfather talk about the wheat greasy worm. At that time, she had no choice. Last year's harvest was good, and she forgot about it. What should she do now?

The mu here are all small mu, and the harvest is much less than that of later generations. After handing over the official grain, there is only my own food left. If the production is reduced, I guess I have to cry when I grow wheat. Fortunately, there are few wheat here, and the idea is still rice, corn and soybean

What should I think of to cure greasy insects? She can't produce pesticides. Molan's brain kept turning.

until she entered the warehouse, her eyes fell on the sack, and her eyes lit up. Maybe there was a way to try. ( To be continued.