Chapter 18 Boiled Flower Pot

Due to the exposure to the sun, Lu Mengzhi's originally white face was exposed to the sun, and his diet was unbalanced. He almost lost a circle of weight, leaving only two big eyes flashing, which was particularly bright on the bridge of his straight nose.

Although her facial features are exquisite, they are no different from other women in Lin Daimo's eyes. Thinking of Lu Mengji's background, she can't help but be a little disappointed. After all, this woman is just a slave, which is really not as knowledgeable as those educated and rich women. Thinking of her usual rudeness, the warmth that had just risen in Lin Daimo's heart gradually faded away.

Lu Mengji was surprised to hear it. This is the first time he has said thank you since he met Lin Daimo, and it is still after creating a pile of filth in front of himself...

"Well, you're welcome. This is what I should do." This is the first time that Lu Mengji has spoken so softly since the two met, and there was even a smile on the corners of his mouth. This sentence fell into Lin Daimo's ears, but it became Lu Mengzhu's slave answer, that is, the servant naturally got used to serving the master. The thank you seemed a little superfluous.

"Are you hungry? I'm going to cook," a grunt came from Lin Daimo's empty stomach. Lu Mengji remembered the scene just now and turned around and smiled, "Also, I don't call that. My name is Lu Mengjia!"

When the meal was served, the two of them still remained tacitly silent, as if the scene had never happened. After lunch, Lu Mengji still went out to serve the flowers and plants after cleaning up, while Lin Dai lay helplessly, looking at the poetry book that had been read dozens of times, lying in ** for a long time, and his bones seemed to be moldy.

However, Lu Mengji made a silver bell-like laughter from time to time in the courtyard, and often talked about something as if talking to people. Lin Dai couldn't help putting down the book in his hand, looked out curiously, and looked far into the courtyard through the door.

In just a few days, the yard has changed. The originally empty courtyard was already full of all kinds of seedlings, and even a barley of cabbage was planted at the foot of the wall, and a piece of open land was made not far from the vegetable bar, which turned over the soil finely. Lu Mengji is now turning his back to the door, squatting in front of the open space, and looking at it attentively.

Lin Daimo looked at her for a while, but she didn't move a step, and he became more and more curious. She was afraid that she would find herself and pretended to hold the book in front of her, but her eyes couldn't help looking out. Before long, Lu Mengji suddenly hurried into the room, as if he was reading a word.

"Husband, hey, this name is really awkward." Lu Mengjie turned over the box for a long time and finally opened his mouth to Lin Daimo, but his husband's name made Lin Daimo get goosebumps. "Can you lend me your pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"What did you say?" Lin Daimo felt incredible when he heard it.

"Can you lend me your four treasures in the study?" Lu Mengjian thought that Lin Daimo would not borrow it, so he changed his pleading tone, but still made Lin Daimo frown.

"Four treasures of the study, what are you going to do? Can you write?" Lin Daimo was obviously very suspicious of this matter, but he still pointed to the sandalwood box in the corner, took the key and opened the box. He saw a set of pen and ink plates lying on the layer of brocade.

Lu Mengji grinded the ink like a treasure, carefully raised the brush, spread a piece of yellowed paper on the table and carefully drew the pattern, and drew an arrow to mark it with a itus at the key point. After drawing, he waited for the ink to slowly dry before taking a long breath of relief.

"What are you drawing?" Lin Daimo finally couldn't help putting down the poetry collection in his hand and asked, this woman, he couldn't figure it out more and more.

"Oh, let me show you," Lu Mengjian carefully held the paper full of pictures to the bed, and saw that the paper was full of all kinds of flower pots, either square or round or strange shapes. Many patterns of flowers and birds were vividly outlined on the flower pot, and the side was densely full of annotations.

Lin Dai looked at the pattern on the paper puzzledly, "What's the use of drawing these flower pots? There are no flowers to grow at home?"

"Well, you will understand in two days," Lu Mengji took the drawing with a smile, folded it very carefully and put it in his arms, and then put the pen and ink back into the box.

At night, Li Dazhuang came back from Tanaka. As soon as he had dinner, he heard Lu Meng's call from outside the door. Zhong'er has been nagging day since she ate meat-flavored noodles, and she was naturally happy to greet her outside the door when she heard Lu Mengji's voice. Sure enough, Lu Mengjian put down the basket in his hand and saw a few round cakes lying in it. The greedy Zhong'er drooled, but when he thought of his mother's teachings, he only stood aside and looked at them.

Lu Mengjian looked at Zhonger's expression and couldn't help laughing. He grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed it into Zhonger's hand. Zhonger looked at the cake in his hand and looked up at Aunt Li.

Aunt Li looked at Zhong'er's appearance and felt angry and pitiful, so she said, "Sister, you can eat it for you, but have you thanked your sister?"

"Thank you, beautiful sister!" Zhong'er blinked her big black and white eyes, and then ran to the side and ate it.

"Meng Jian, it's so dark. Why did you come here alone? Where's Mr. Lin? Are you better now? Come on. Why do you need to bring so much food? It's too expensive." Aunt Li said, and her face became more and more embarrassed.

Half of Pulan City is facing the sea and is the only way to the Western Regions. It is located in a traffic fortress. It is also rich in the Kingdom of Lei. There are many rich and noble families, but poor families like Li Dazhuang still account for the majority.

If you can afford corn flour on weekdays, you will be rich. If the harvest is not good, maybe when the wheat seedlings return to the green season, the food will be cut off at home, and the wild vegetables in the field are often dug up to fill their stomachs as soon as they emerge. Although Aunt Li's family is not short of food and clothing, she only dares to buy some white noodles and meat to entertain guests during the Spring Festival. She is usually reluctant to eat.

I always sent Lu Mengji some food made of white noodles, and I felt that I owed a lot.

"Auncle Li, don't say that. If it hadn't been for the help of you and your uncle, I'm afraid we would have been wandering on the street." Lu Mengjian was full of gratitude. "To be honest, I also have something to ask for this time."

"Mengjian, if you have something to say, just say it. As long as Zhong'er's father and I can help, we will try our best." Aunt Li is straightforward. She didn't wait for Li Dazhuang to speak, so she responded.

"I drew a drawing and want to bother Uncle Li to give me a hand. I don't know which kiln has the best earthenware pots. I want to burn a batch of pots in the shape drawn on this drawing." Lu Mengzhi took out the carefully folded drawing from his arms and handed it to Li Dazhuang.

"Burn a flower pot..." Li Dazhuang unfolded the drawing and saw nearly ten styles of flower pots on a piece of paper, with some small words marked on it. Unfortunately, Li Dazhuang's bean-sized character is not the same. However, the style of the flower pot was very novel, which attracted Li Dazhuang's praise, and then carefully put it into a small cloth bag.

"Speaking of Yaozhuang, there is really no Yaozhuang in the nearby village, but I remember that there is a family surnamed Su on the other side of the mountain also burn kilns, but I don't know if they will burn flower pots. Why don't I ask tomorrow and ask them to help me burn them?" Li Dazhuang only heard of burning bowls and plates, but he had never heard of people asking to burn earthenware pots. He couldn't help but feel curious.

"This is one or two pieces of silver. Uncle Li, please take it first. If it is not enough, I will bring it to you." Lu Mengji took out a pair of silver from the cuff and handed it to Li Dazhuang. Li and his wife suddenly placed these pieces of silver in front of them. They couldn't help but look straight and sat for a long time before suddenly reacting.

"I don't need so many silver taels to burn flower pots. I'll leave this first, and you take the rest first. If it's not enough, I'll ask you for it." Li Dazhuang knew that the price of firing pottery was extremely low, so he left only a small piece of broken silver, and the rest was still stuffed back into Lu Mengji's hands.

Although I don't know the price of firing earthen pottery flower pots, there are a lot of firing these pots. In addition, I have to transport these pots back. How can I do without silver? Lu Mengzhi insisted on putting the silver back on the table. "It's really a little sorry to delay Uncle Li's time."

"Mengjian, this can be seen outside. After all, it is also appropriate for the villagers to help each other. Besides, Mr. Lin is now sick, and we are also sad to see you, a weak woman supporting this family." Aunt Li held Lu Mengjian's hand and saw that she was tanned bronze from the original white, which was inevitable in her heart. Pity.

Lu Mengjian was not sad, but she was optimistic by nature. Seeing that Aunt Li was like this, she quickly changed the topic and talked for a while, and then left. When she returned home, Lin Daimo had already fallen asleep face inward, so she washed her hands and feet and went to bed and lay down. Her mind was full of the flowers and seedlings planted in the yard, thinking about it. Later, I planned to fall asleep unconsciously.

However, Li Dazhuang pinched the hot silver in his hand and couldn't sleep for half a night.

"Zhonger's mother, you said that Mrs. Lin was young and didn't see anything valuable when she came here. Why did Mr. Lin get rich when she fell ill?" Li Dazhuang lowered his voice and asked the woman around him.

Aunt Li was also unable to sleep with her eyes open. She had been thinking about the silver given by Lu Mengjian. Hearing the man's question, she also muttered in her heart, "I was also wondering. That day, she said she would go to the city. As a result, she came back not only to buy some grain, but also bought a lot of seedlings to plant in the yard. At that time, I felt puzzled, but later As soon as she was busy, she forgot. Who would have thought that she would directly take out a taels of silver today to burn some flower pots... But she said that she was sold as a slave by her parents, and maybe she had saved some private money in recent years..."

"Mother, what is private money?" I don't know when Zhonger woke up and suddenly opened his mouth to startle Mr. and Mrs. Li.

"Don't ask so many questions at the children's house. Go to bed quickly, good boy," Aunt Li stretched out her hand to titch the quilt for Zhonger.