little son-in-law

Every time after the Double Ninth Festival, there will be more than half a month of Xiaoyang spring weather. Mo Nanjin calculates the time and estimates that there are only a few days left in this warm day.

When I woke up in the morning, my body still had a hint of lazy sourness.

"Don't move." Nangong Jing held his wrist tightly.

"What are you doing?" Mo Nanjin opened her eyes and saw Nangong Jingshen sitting next to the bed with a pair of scissors in her coat and her hair tied up with a ribbon early in the morning.

"Manicure." Nangong Jing looked up at him deeply, then leaned over with a smile and stamped on the corner of his lips.

It was only then that Mo Nanjin realized that three of the five nails on the right hand held by Nangong Jingshen had been trimmed.

"What kind of nails do you do early in the morning? My nails are not long." In all fairness, Mo Nanjin's nails are really not long, just a little bit.

Nangong Jingshen tore off the clothes on her shoulders, turned slightly, pointed to a spot on the back shoulder, and said with a smile: "Didn't you leave this behind?" Mo Nanjin saw that his back was obviously caught out I don't know what color to put on my face.

This Nangong Jingshen, before the two talked about it, even if the two slept on the same bed, although they often moved their hands and feet, they could be regarded as peaceful, but once the precepts were opened, there would be a first There will be a second time after the first time, and now it is more and more out of shape, entangled every night, in the bed, Mo Nanjin never thought that he must be separated, but he is so demanding every day, he is dizzy Shen Chen really didn't know how this imprint came about.After all, it's not someone else who made it up.

"Okay, don't be angry, next time you say stop, I will stop." Nangong Jingshen said as soon as he saw a deal, he quickly bowed down.

Mo Nanjin no longer believes his nonsense now, no matter how good the guarantee is under the bed, he will not be that person when he gets on the bed, and since he has already cut three, he doesn't mind cutting two more.

"I'll sit up first." Seeing that Nangong Jingshen was about to set the scissors again, Mo Nanjin hurriedly stopped her and sat on the head of the bed, feeling sore and numb from the waist down, pulled another pillow on the bed and put it on the head of the bed Lean on.

Mo Nanjin raised his left hand and rubbed his forehead to wake up. The quilt naturally slid down to his waist. There was no thread under the quilt, revealing traces all over his body. He didn't really care about it. , he really couldn't do it, but under Nangong Jing's enveloping eyes.

Mo Nanjin raised his eyebrows and said, "Help me get an underwear out of the cabinet." The one from yesterday has been rubbed so hard that it doesn't look like it.

Nangong Jingshen was very obedient this time, and found a piece made of pure white cotton from the cabinet. The stitches are dense and the workmanship is also exquisite. I guess it should be Yuyang's handicraft.

"Do you want to know who Yunzhi's father is?" Nangong Jingshen's technique is not proficient, and Mo Nanjin is very worried, afraid that he will pierce his finger with a scissors. At this time, Nangong Jingshen suddenly changed the subject, I haven't reacted for a while.

"Let's listen." When Nangong Jingshen came here for the first time, he didn't know that the two were fake couples, so he probably didn't suspect Yuyang's identity, but once he knew the life experience of the two little guys, he would It's a mess.

Nangong Jingshen has already finished cutting a nail, let's appreciate it for himself, it's not bad, use his fingertips to smooth out the small burrs.

"Stop selling it."

After Nangong Jingshen was busy with this finger, she came close to her ear and said a person's name.

"It turned out to be him?" It would be a lie to say that he was not surprised, that person actually knew him, and there was a chance.

"Are you sure?" In fact, Mo Nanjin already believed it a little bit. After all, since Nangong Jingshen said it, she was sure.But no matter how you look at it, this person and Yuyang don't have anything to do with each other.

"Yuyang's identity is [-]% certain, and Yunzhi's is also [-]% sure."

"Be careful, don't pierce my hand."

"I'm paying attention."

"..."

Let the two of them pass by like this in one early morning.

There is no idle time in the busy farming season, it is a series of busy, harvesting corn and then planting winter wheat.These days, the late rice is harvesting again. It is said that the harvest of late rice should be earlier in previous years, but today is cloudy and rainy, so it has been delayed for a while. I was busy and collected everything.

The helpers of the Mo family had been hired long ago, and the family was well-managed, so they were a little lighter than others.

Although the output of late rice has decreased, it seems to have an output of five or six hundred catties per mu.There are nearly [-] catties of brown rice in five acres of land. Although the late rice is not as good as the early rice, the rice grains are white and fat, and the price is also low. But everyone who grows crops knows that late rice is better. It may be because of the cold weather. , chewing is tenacity, Mo Nanjin reckoned to keep more, besides, there are more people in the family now, and the rest will be sold to Mipuzi as usual.

But this year was not going well. Mo Nanjin and Ming Ting took the car to the rice shop of Yun's house. There were people queuing up in front of them to weigh it. He walked out from behind the counter, holding an account book in his hand. He was already a little old in his fifties, waved his hand at Mo Nanjin, and said, "I'm sorry, the granary is full today, why don't you Would you please be early tomorrow?"

The boy next to him was about to say something, but immediately fell silent under the wink of the old shopkeeper.

Mo Nanjin didn't say anything either.He knew that the rice business of the Yun family was now under the control of Yun Qingchuan.Although I don't know when I offended him, but it's certain that I don't want to be seen by others. Didn't I see them leave on the front foot, and then continue to weigh in on the back foot?

"Master, they are going too far. They are just trying to put us off. Our rice is no worse than theirs. Why should we want theirs instead of ours?" Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows, really confused.

"Forget it, it's not just their family." Mo Nanjin didn't care about this matter.

"But there is only Yun's rice shop in our town. Could it be that we are going to take it to Zhaoyang County?"

"It's not for you to pull the cart. I think it's worrying you." Ming Ting, who had been silent all this time, let go of one of the hands pulling the cart, and patted Xiao Mo on the head. The most difficult time has passed, and now everything is slowing down. Get better slowly, there's no need to worry about such a small matter, Yun Family?Nothing to worry about.

"That's not what I mean, I just think they are too bullying." Xiao Mo was indignant, and he made it clear that he was targeting them.

"Tomorrow we'll hire a carriage and go to Zhaoyang. Maybe we'll sell it for a better price and take you out for a walk." Mo Nanjin knows Xiao Mo's weakness best.

"Really young master?" Sure enough, Xiao Mo immediately smiled and said, "Master, go to Zhaoyang tomorrow. We can have a look around when the rice is sold out." The more Xiao Mo thought about it, the happier he was. The tiredness of the past few days has been swept away by the busy farming season, and it seems that it is not a bad thing for the Yun family not to want their rice.

"It's just a child." Unable to live up to expectations, Ming Ting let out a sigh of relief, and was led away after a few words.

Mo Nanjin smiled and said nothing, but she was thinking in her heart that this matter should not be the end, but just the beginning.

Gu Shisan came back today.

As soon as Mo Nanjin walked under the window, she heard Nangong Jingshen ask: "What day is it?"

Gu Shisan said: "The date calculated by Qin Tianjian is the sixth day of March next year. There are many good days in February, but you specifically said not to have February, and the sixth day of March next year will be the best day. Besides, there is no wedding day in March, and then it will be the end of April."

Nangong Jing pondered for a while, and said, "It's too late in April, let's just go to the sixth day of March."

Gu Shisan said: "Yes, I will send a letter back to Beijing immediately, and it will be on the sixth day of March."

Nangong Jingshen agreed, and asked at the door: "Xiaojin?"

Seeing Mo Nanjin come in, Gu Shisan bent slightly and said in a low voice, "Prince Xiao Rong."

"Let's call you Young Master from now on." Nangong Jing pulled Mo Nanjin away, sat down on the chair beside her, and said to Gu Shisan.

Gu Shisan agreed, and quickly left the room under Nangong Jingshen's signal.

"Why so fast?" Counting the time, it was enough to go back and forth.

"It didn't sell." Mo Nanjin took a sip of the tea next to her and said.

"what happened?"

Mo Nanjin just stated his guess. As for Yun Qingchuan, after thinking about it, he didn't know how to offend him.The two met twice, the first time was at Yipin Bakery, Yun Qingchuan obviously didn't want to talk to him at that time, and later at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet, the two of them said less than ten sentences in total, how could they offend him said.

"Gu Shisan is going back to Zhaoyang tomorrow, so let him sell it along with him." Originally, Nangong Jing wanted to say that if she couldn't sell it, she would eat it herself, and it wouldn't sell for much anyway, but Xiao Jin would definitely be angry if she said it. .

"It's not necessary. I made an agreement with Xiao Mo. We'll take it to Zhaoyang and sell it tomorrow. By the way, what were you and Gu Shisan talking about just now? What did I hear about the sixth day of March?"

"It's nothing." Nangong Jingshen didn't answer.

"But I heard that it is suitable for marriage?" Mo Nanjin didn't plan to let him go so soon.

"You heard me wrong." Nangong Jingshen took the cup of tea that Mo Nanjin had drunk.

"Is there really nothing wrong?" Mo Nanjin asked again.

"Really not." Nangong Jing firmly vowed.

"It's better not to."

"If you say yes, there is really something I want to discuss with you." Nangong Jingshen stood up from her chair, came to Mo Nanjin, lowered her head slightly, looked into Mo Nanjin's eyes, and asked, "You When did you tell the two little guys that I was their father?"