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Mrs. Wu and Mr. Tang supported each other and walked to the osmanthus tree.

"More than thirty years have passed, and it has been more than ten years since I left home, but the osmanthus tree is getting better and better."

Zhang Lizheng responded at the right time, "Yes, the smell is stronger when the flowers bloom in autumn, and it is excellent for making osmanthus honey."

Wu nodded with a smile, then asked Wang Cuihua: "My master once gave me a wooden hairpin, and I threw it under the root of a tree during a quarrel. Can I find it and take it away?"

"Okay, look for it."

Although Wang Cuihua has a fierce temper, she actually has a clear distinction between love and hate. She was sick when she was young and was treated by Mr. Tang, so she felt grateful in her heart. Unfortunately, her father-in-law and the elders in the village were afraid of getting into trouble, so they decided not to have much contact with her. , The method of not accepting.

She couldn't bear it, but she didn't dare to offend other people in the village, so she didn't dare to talk to him with a stern face.

At this time, not to mention that Wu was looking for a wooden hairpin, she agreed even if the entire osmanthus tree was dug up.

Wu smiled and thanked her, then knelt down to look for it.

"Grandma, I'll do it." Yunling helped her and wanted to do it herself.

But Wu smiled and shook her head and refused, patted the back of her hand gently, then reached out to pull out the copper hairpin on her head, and moved the gravel under the osmanthus tree one by one according to the directions in her memory.

After many years, she dug around for a long time, and finally found a palm-sized tin box near the root of the tree.

The box had been buried in gravel and soil for a long time, and the patterns on the outside could no longer be clearly seen.

Opening the box and taking out the agarwood hairpin inside, Wu took a brief look and put it in her hair.

"Thank you."

The entire Tang family got on Zhang Sanniu's cart in silence.

The cart slowly headed towards the entrance of the village. At this moment, Wang Cuihua suddenly ran out of the yard and stuffed a huge oil paper bag into Yunling's arms.

"Eat on the way." She dropped the words and turned around, leaving no one with time to react.

Yunling touched the bulging oil paper bag and whispered: "It's a steamed bun."

The buns seemed to have just been taken off the steamer. They were piping hot and had a fragrant meat smell. They were many times better than the cold ones bought on the road at noon.

Yunling sniffed, this woman was quite nice.

The cart quickly left the village.

At this time, the door of a house at the entrance of the village opened again, and a child chased after him.

"Here, here, drink."

After the child finished speaking, he ran away as fast as a modern delivery boy.

The child brought three large bamboo tubes.

Bamboo is everywhere these days, and most of it is made from local materials.

Ordinary people like to use bamboo tubes to hold water when they go out or do farm work in the fields. The bamboo tubes made by skilled bamboo craftsmen will not leak when filling water or wine.

"It's mint leaf water." Mr. Tang opened the bamboo tube, smelled it, and said with a smile: "Put a little honey in it."

The tone is brisk.

It was getting darker and darker.

The road from the village to the town runs for a short distance at the foot of Jiulongling Mountain. The tall trees completely blocked the moonlight, and only the wind lantern held by Zhang Sanniu shone a faint light in front.

After all the hard work, everyone in the Tang family was already hungry.

They shared the buns and water given by the villagers, and a warm current flowed through their hearts, just like this small wind lantern. Although it was inconspicuous, it gave them a little light.

After all, the villagers were just afraid of being implicated, not because they disliked them.

In fact, this can be considered a good start.

Even in modern times, some normal people will still wear colored glasses when they see those who come out from "inside", let alone the villagers who have never studied in ancient times?

Heaven will give great responsibilities to this people, but there is still a long way to go!

The two carts moved forward slowly, and the moon and stars were sparse in the night sky. It was obvious at a glance that it would be a fine day tomorrow.

However, someone will always come out to ruin the atmosphere.

After a while, Tang Yuanzhi, who had eaten and drank enough, started to ask, "Dad, don't we have a lot of money? Are we really going to stay in an inn? The inn charges money, I don't think so... ..”

He did not participate in the money-making work on the road because he was recuperating, and no one mentioned money to him. Even Cao and Tang Zifu's share of the hard-earned money was never told to him, so he didn't care about it at all. Knowing how much money the Tang family had, I just thought that they relied on their embroidery work to exchange money for travel, and their lives were very tight.

"Oh, then where do you want to go?" Old Mrs. Tang asked.

Tang Yuanzhi hesitated for a moment, and said in a voice like mosquitoes and ants, "My father-in-law's house."

Mr. Tang laughed out loud, "Boss, you have been my son-in-law for so long, and you still don't understand your father-in-law's temperament? Do you think, based on what you committed in Ruidu, he still dares to take you in?"

When his father said this, Tang Yuanzhi's face turned red and he hesitated to say anything.

Mr. Tang really wanted to slap his son away.

Tang Jingmo and the Wu family are considered smart people in these ten miles and eight towns. How could they give birth to such a stupid and stupid son?

After all, it was his biological son, so Mr. Tang could only say helplessly: "Don't bother anyone anymore."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, unwilling to say more.

Tang Yuanzhi thought that he was only thinking about his family, and said: "Dad, how could the news spread so fast? After all, the family is made of flesh and blood, and the bones are broken and the tendons are connected. The Cao family has not returned to her parents' home for many years. Yeah, Afu misses her grandmother too..."

Before she finished speaking, she heard Ms. Cao hurriedly express her position: "No, no, I can go back anytime. I'd better settle down before talking."

Tang Zifu also shook her head and said: "I won't go. I will stay with my grandparents and my sister."

Tang Yuanzhi fell down in anger and pointed at Cao and her daughter. He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

In the past, these two people always listened to his words, but things have changed since they left Ruidu. Even he, the head of the small family, dared to disobey him.

Cao and Tang Zifu both lowered their heads and did not look at him.

Others were watching Tang Yuanzhi, waiting for him to continue his "performance".

Tang Yuanzhi's chest rose and fell violently, and he finally looked away.

Half an hour later, when the mule cart reached a fork in the road, Mrs. Tang suddenly stopped.

"Boss, since you are not convinced, you can go and ask, but let's make an agreement first. If your in-law's family agrees that you stay for one night, then you can stay. If you don't agree, you can't enter the house tonight, so you can just sleep. On the cart."

"Dad?!" Tang Yuanzhi couldn't believe his ears.

"Are you going to ask?" Old Mrs. Tang asked.

Tang Yuanzhi turned back to see Cao, but Cao refused to look up.

He was angry in his heart, and knew that no one in the Tang family took him seriously, and he was holding a breath in his chest. He could only grit his teeth and say harshly: "Then I'll go and ask."

He doesn't believe it anymore.

Last time my father-in-law celebrated his birthday, he took the opportunity to come back to sell his land and house, but he gave his brother-in-law a lot of money. He had to take their family in for a few nights and return some of the money to him.