little son-in-law

After returning from Zhaoyang City, Mo’s house has been very clean for a few days. There is not a lot of work in the field at this time of year. The only troublesome thing is the field bugs. Fortunately, in the past few years of farming, I have more or less known simple self-control As usual, Xiao Mo went to a grocery store to buy some low-quality tobacco leaves, put them in a large wooden barrel and soaked them in water for twelve hours, then filtered out the tobacco scum, added some saponin water, and poured the prepared medicine Works well on leaves and in soil.

When she had free time, Mo Nanjin took a backpack and went for a walk in the mountains by herself. The mountains were still lush and green. Even if there were occasional yellow leaves falling, there was no autumn scene. The sky was getting brighter and brighter day by day. It's high.It happened to be September when he came to this world, and his birthplace was a little norther than here. His birthday was at the beginning of September, and he was able to open his eyes half a month after he was born. It was almost the end of September. He still remembered The first scene he saw when he opened his eyes was a clear sky as clear as water and yellow leaves falling like butterflies outside the window. His father was holding him on the warm couch in front of the window. At that time, he had no name. That man Always love to call him in his ear: baby, baby.When your father comes, I will give you a good name.With such a noble status, but with such a gentle voice, his embrace is very warm and has a familiar fragrance, which always allows him to fall asleep in that man's embrace.

I haven't thought of him for some years. He was taken away by his father when he was about three months old.That person probably didn't recognize him from the beginning to the end, otherwise, how could he put him to death with such deep hatred.I don't know what kind of expression he will have when he knows that the person he can't wait to execute is his son who was born in October.Mo Nanjin once thought of taking revenge, her father died, and her mother was dying.But how could he bear it in the end?After all, he is his biological person, and as far as he knows, he should be the only child he conceived by himself. After all, apart from the father, how can such a proud and noble person be willing to lie under others?

Last night, I suddenly dreamed again that he was still wrapped in a little cloud brocade hibiscus flower, that person always put his little fist on his lips and gently nibbled: baby, baby, smile, smile and give Daddy take a look.A face of pure pampering, no trace of the later indifference.

Why do you think of these again?Maybe it's because of this season.Autumn is here again.The sky was clear again.Just like the clear sky when we first saw it.

Mo Nanjin remembered that the wild berries in the mountains were ripe around the Mid-Autumn Festival. They were sour and sweet, and both Yuyang and Mingyue loved to eat them.The mountains are very quiet, with occasional birds chirping and the sound of a stream not far away.As Mo Nanjin went to the mountain, he picked up some dry branches and tied them into a bundle and placed them next to the path. The forest on the mountain was fairly dense, and most people in the town would not lack this firewood, so everyone usually saw bundles like this Fortunately, the dry firewood on the side of the road will not be moved.Climbing up along the path, in fact, it is not a road after all, but the vegetation is a little sparser. Mo Nanjin grasped the branches and vines, using both hands and feet.The first one arrived was a wild pear grove with a lot of fruit. The fruit was not big, only the size of a baby's fist. In the year when Yuyang was pregnant with Yunzhi, Mo Nanjin came to pick a lot. Mingyue Making sour pear paste for Yuyang, Yuyang gave him a taste once, so that when Mo Nanjin saw this forest later, the secretion of saliva unconsciously accelerated, and he was sour.Turning around this forest is a bush growing wild berries. The berries are already red and purple, and the big ones are as big as the belly of a little finger. You can see them everywhere when you push the bushes away.But what Mo Nanjin didn't expect was that he ran into the daughter-in-law of the Sun family——Wei Yu'er here. Mo Nanjin was a little embarrassed, after all, in the wilderness, there was a lonely boy and a girl, and he couldn't tell what was going on.This Wei Yu'er was naturally shy. When she first saw Mo Nanjin turn around, although the neighbors and neighbors had seen her several times, she still looked at a loss.Mo Nanjin smiled, didn't want to say anything, turned around and was about to leave.

"Brother Mo?" Caiqing was just picking berries on the other side, and when she came back, she saw her sister-in-law, her face flushed, her fingers twisting her sleeves, standing there in a daze.And Mo Nanjin was turning around.Cai Qing immediately understood the reason.

"Brother Mo, I just picked these and they are still fresh. You can take these back and give them to your sister-in-law and a few children to taste." Cai Qing handed him the small half of the basket in his hand. Mo Nanjin looked over and said, "Cai Qing Looking down, he found that his hands were still stained with purple-red juice from berries, and secretly hid behind his back to wipe them off.

Mo Nanjin didn't seem to notice her nervousness, and saw that there was a larger basket behind them, which had already filled a lot of berries.He smiled and thanked and took the small basket.I thought that when returning their baskets, I would put more gifts in return.

As I go up, I gradually feel the coolness in the air, and the vegetation is not as lush as that at the bottom of the mountain. The leaves of the hickory and wild chestnut trees are a little browned, and the hickory and chestnuts are far and near. Come on, a hickory nut even hit Mo Nanjin's head, and many of the fallen ones had been eaten up by the small animals in the mountains.Mo Nanjin simply shook the trunk, and a lot more fell down.He took out the straw mushrooms and shiitake mushrooms he picked on the road in the small back basket, and put in the hickory nuts and chestnuts first, and the basket was more than half full.

Mo Nanjin rarely goes deep into the forest by himself. With his current body, he is self-aware.He only walked around the edge of the forest, and occasionally saw some little monkeys, little squirrels and the like galloping and jumping on the trees at the edge of the forest.

Under a few fir trees, Mo Nanjin found several fungi, with a light brown top cover intertwined with black almost round pits, a bit like a morel. If he read it correctly, it should be morel mushrooms .This morel is an excellent thing. I remember in my previous life, this morel is an expensive signature dish in French cuisine. Not only is it delicious, but it is also a medicinal material, which has the effect of regulating the spleen and stomach, reducing phlegm and eliminating food.I didn't expect to be able to pick them in this mountain today. It was an unexpected surprise.

Although the sun is near, the splashing water droplets on the edge of the pool under the small waterfall do not make people feel warm at all.The waterfall is not high, that is, a drop of tens of meters. The splashed water hits the rock wall to form a thin mist. Under the sunlight, a rainbow bridge hangs above the waterfall.In this mist, the orchids and wild lilies by the pool look more and more quiet and distant.Take out homemade small hand rolls from the bag, spread out the egg pancakes, brush with a layer of sauce, and top with shredded green onions, vegetables and meat. It is practical and delicious.Scoop some water from the pond with a bamboo tube, it is clear and sweet.

After lunch, Mo Nanjin found a big rock not far from the pool and lay down on it, it was warm and flat.He rested his arms on his head and looked at the sky. The weather today is really nice, the sun is very warm, the sky is high, blue like a crystal, almost transparent, there are a few white clouds passing by, changing shapes in the sky.

The white clouds are really white, like cotton candy.Thinking of this, Mo Nanjin couldn't help snorting secretly, what kind of words are these, if the clouds are not white, could it be that they are still dark?

Marshmallows?Mo Nanjin felt that the sun was a bit dazzling, so she closed her eyes slightly.

At that time, he should be four years old, younger than Jingzhi Yunzhi now. At that time, Wei Young often lived in Prince Rong's mansion, and his father treated him as another son. He remembered that his father should be teaching him at that time. Let's make a poem with the words, Wei Young was also wearing a white shirt that day, the father likes to tease people, so he pointed at Wei Young and said, "Let's use the white clouds as the theme."

The father gave a narrow smile, and said the last sentence: "What does a fat white cloud look like?"

Rong Jin received it smoothly: "Wei Young is like cotton candy."

The father laughed, hugged Rong Jin, kissed several times, and kept boasting: "My son is so talented! The old father is very comforted."

Wei Young was so wronged, Wei Young was very fat at that time, and wrapped in a white dress, it really looked like the round cotton candy sold on the street.He was very smart when he was a child, knowing that he was making fun of him for being fat, and refused to eat at night. After his mother found out the reason, she punished him and his father to eat at a small table in the corner with the meal. Later, Wei Young came back Jingzhou, when he came back, he was a handsome and elegant young man.

Weiyang, Weiyang... Mo Nanjin raised an arm to cover her eyes.

When he heard the phrase "A Jin" that day, he felt that his heart stopped for a moment, and countless pasts pressed against him, and he couldn't breathe, but there was a dull pain in his heart.

Unexpectedly, it was Rong Ji who stopped him later, and lazily said: "Su Weiyang, Rong Jin died five years ago." The lanterns in the corridor were flickered by the wind, Rong Ji gave a low laugh , seemed to be thinking of something happy, and his tone rose obviously: "Besides, you saw him die in front of your eyes, didn't you?"

"Get out of the way, Rong Ji." Wei Young seemed to have calmed down, she didn't have the gaffe just now, but she had a kind of decisiveness.

"Su Weiyang, Rong Jin is a death-row criminal who was convicted during the reign of the late emperor. Are you sure you have not admitted the wrong person? Or is it that the death-row criminal who has been convicted is still at large?" Rong Ji stepped aside indifferently, and continued: " Don't forget, the Empress Dowager will also return to Beijing via this place in a few days."

Seemingly ignoring Rong Ji's words, Su Weiyang went straight to stand in front of Mo Nanjin. Mo Nanjin lowered her head slightly and didn't look at him. She only saw Su Weiyang's hands placed by her side wanting to lift up a few times , and mandatory tightening.

There was an oppressive silence all around.

"You... let's go." The voice was hoarse and unspeakable.