Jing Mo gave the money and went directly to the town gate.

When Jing Mo arrived at the place where the car was picked up, he realized that he was the last one.

Those two teenagers and Nan Xing were already waiting.

"..." suddenly very ashamed.

Uncle Hai sat in the shade and ate melon seeds. When he saw Jing Mo coming, he stuffed the remaining melon seeds into his pocket and said with a smile, "You bought so many things?"

"It's all missing at home." Jing Mo thanked: "Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."

"You just moved here, so you must be short of everything. Look, the clerk at the food store has put all the things here. I don't know what you bought, but what he sent it is what it is now."

Jing Mo only glanced at it, and there was nothing missing: "It's complete."

"Then let's go back." Uncle Hai greeted them.

Nan Xing and the others also put the bought things on the car. The two teenagers couldn't tell what they bought, but the cloth bags on their bodies were bulging.

Nan Xing's things were a little more fragmented. Jing Mo saw Nan Xing carrying a mulberry paper bag, and when he flicked it, Jing Mo smelled the smell of herbs.

Jing Mo didn't ask hastily. He seemed to have observed Xia Nan Xing casually with wood-type supernatural powers. Apart from some malnutrition, the other party had no other symptoms, so the medicine might belong to his family.

He was not familiar with Nan Xing, and he didn't know the personnel structure of his family, so Jing Mo just passed this matter to his mind and didn't take it to heart.

The bullock cart was swaying, and from the corner of Jing Mo's eyes, he saw Nan Xing, who looked like a chicken pecking at rice, and couldn't help crying and laughing.

The ox cart was shaking so violently that he was able to fall asleep.

Jing Mo was worried that he would fall headlong into the bullock cart, so he turned sideways, took out a greased paper bag from the snack, opened it, and handed it to Nan Xing: "Brother Xing."

A deep voice rang in his ears, Nan Xing shivered, and suddenly woke up: "Huh?"

His fair face was confused, and even his voice was soft. Jing Mo suddenly saw another side of this person, and at the same time, he felt that a corner of his heart was touched by soft feathers: "Mung bean cake, Eat something."

Nan Xing smelled the smell of mung beans and rice cakes, but shook his head: "Thank you, I'm not hungry, you can eat."

Jing Mo raised his eyebrows: "Your stomach can't even hold a snack?"

"..."

What's the matter with this man?In public, a man openly handing food to a brother, do you know that it will be misunderstood?

Nan Xing was really going to piss him off: "I won't eat."

Jing Mo didn't have to force him to eat, but the cutscene always had to go: "I'll give it to Uncle Hai, please pass it on."

Nan Xing thought for a while, took it, and passed it to Uncle Hai: "Uncle Hai, Jingmo treats you to mung bean cake."

Uncle Hai was driving. Hearing this, he turned his head, glanced at Jingmo, and then his eyes fell on the oiled paper bag. He reached out to take a piece, and nodded to Jingmo: "Thank you very much."

Jing Mo also nodded in response: "Uncle Hai, eat a few more yuan."

The mung bean cake was not big, and these men swallowed the jujube one by one, and it melted before they tasted anything. Seeing that he was sincere, Uncle Hai simply took another piece: "Okay, you can eat it."

Nan Xing returned the oiled paper bag to Jing Mo, and Jing Mo stopped persuading him, but turned around and handed it to the two teenagers: "You guys eat too, you're welcome."

Those two teenagers were also paying attention to them. Children like them can only buy some desserts like mung bean cakes to satisfy their cravings unless they are on holidays or when they have spare money. Even when they grow up, they still have appetite for these, but they and Beijing Mo was not familiar with it, so he couldn't ask for it, but he didn't expect Jing Mo to give it himself. The two looked at each other, took a piece, and whispered to Jing Mo, "Thank you."

Half a catty of mung bean cake is only about ten yuan in total. If Jingmo is hungry, this thing will not be enough to fit between his teeth. He can see the longing in the eyes of the two teenagers. After all, they want to live in the village for a long time. There will be communication, Jingmo is unwilling to be evil with others, these extraneous things may be difficult for others to obtain, but Jingmo can easily possess them.

He also saw that the two teenagers had scruples, so he simply stuffed five or six yuan into his mouth, and then handed it back to them: "This food doesn't taste very good, you can eat it."

The two teenagers froze.

Jing Mo said: "If you don't eat it, I will feed the cat later."

Nan Xing: "..." Is this what people say?

Two teenagers: "..." Feed the cat with snacks, does he have mines?

The two teenagers looked at each other, and finally took it. One of them was younger, and thanked Jing Mo in a low voice: "Thank you, Brother Jing."

Nan Xingxin cursed, a few dim sums will make you call brother, Nan Yuan, where is your backbone?

Jing Mo hummed, sat up straight, and hiccupped silently with his back to everyone, hey, he was a little choked.

The rest of the journey was much more interesting. The two teenagers got some snacks from Jingmo, and they became a little bolder. They gradually started talking, and occasionally they even pulled Nan Xing.

"Brother Xing, I've asked, and the silk workshop does accept silk."

Nan Xing's voice didn't seem to be keen on this matter: "You guys do it, I want to weave bamboo baskets, I don't have time."

Speaking of this, the boy who spoke before was a little disappointed: "If I can be like you, I can weave bamboo."

Just when Jing Mo thought the conversation would go on normally, Nan Xing suddenly said: "You are good at embroidery, but I can't. You don't have to feel inferior."

Jing Mo: "..." almost laughed.

Nan Yuan: "..." Brother Xing will definitely not get married! ! !

Jing Mo really thought Nan Xing was interesting, if not for the wrong place, he would have applauded this person.

After Nan Xing successfully chatted Tian to death, Nan Yuan and the two stopped talking to him.

All the way to the entrance of the village, the three of them didn't make a sound.

After getting off the bus, Nan Xing said to Uncle Hai: "Uncle Hai, remember to collect the fare from Jingmo."

Jing Mo, who was picking out copper coins, looked at Nan Xing upon hearing this, and Nan Xing looked at him expressionlessly, without any fear.

Jing Mo took out two copper coins and handed them to Uncle Hai: "Uncle Hai, testify, I don't owe someone any more."

As a result, when someone saw that he had given the money, he immediately turned around and left.

"..." Jing Mo hadn't been shaken in the face for a long time.

The last time he did this, he had already fed strange beasts and turned into a mess.

Uncle Hai took the money, looked at Nan Xing's back as he turned his head and left, smiled at Jing Mo and said, "My nephew was raised by Uncle Wu as a man since he was a child, and his personality is different from ordinary brothers. You must laugh at me."

No matter how you hear this sentence, it is wrong.

Nan Xing is a man, isn't he just a man, why is there a brother in a man?

Could it be something special about this dynasty?

Thinking about it, Jing Mo felt that this was probably the case, so he didn't care.

"It's fine, he's fine."

Jing Mo had to leave with something, so he didn't see Uncle Hai's wonderful expression for a moment.

Nan Xing's stubborn temper is well-known in the village. He dared to fight against men since he was a child. If he hadn't grown up a bit, the village chief was really afraid that he would not be able to speak to others in the future, so he insisted on suppressing him. In this way, the in-laws still have nowhere to go.

There is only Nan Xing left in Uncle Wu's room, and he will definitely marry a husband in the future.

If Jing Mo likes this... wouldn't it be great?

Uncle Hai summed it up, Jing Mo is handsome, and from today's point of view, he has a good character, maybe he can grasp it.

Jing Mo still doesn't know that he is being missed.

When he got home, he went straight into the kitchen with his things, took out the pork bone, went to the yard to scoop up water to wash it, and then boiled the water. After removing the blood foam, he put it in an aluminum pot and added water to boil it slowly.

Then Jingmo went to deal with other things. The rice oil, salt and vinegar were put away one by one. As for the jujube cake and pea cake, Jingmo put the pea cake out separately, and mixed the peanut brittle and sesame brittle Some of them are going to be taken to Nan Xing together.

After finishing, Jing Mo put the rest of the things in the room.

Afterwards, he went to find Nan Xing with jujube paste cake and crispy candy.

Although the two lived in the front and back rooms, it was the first time Jing Mo visited at home after staying at home for five or six days.

Jing Mo walked out of the courtyard and went straight to Nan Xing's house.

It's right in front, so there's no need to admit mistakes.

When we got to the front, the house was blocked by an earthen wall. Even Jingmo, who was more than 1.8 meters tall, couldn't see the scene inside. He could only see a jujube tree sticking out its branches.

Jing Mo glanced at the lush green branches, raised his hand and gently knocked on the wooden door.

After a while, Nan Xing's voice was heard: "Who is it?"

Jing Mo said: "It's me, Jing Mo."

Before hearing Nan Xing's answer, Jing Mo first heard a low-puffed voice: "Is that the one behind?"

"It's him, Grandpa, I'll go and see."

After a while, the courtyard door was opened, and Nan Xing asked him directly: "What's the matter with you?"

Jing Mo hid the cakes he brought behind his back, and said, "My house doesn't have enough firewood, so I'll borrow some from you."

Nan Xing didn't have any doubts: "Come in, wait a moment, I'll go get some for you."

Jing Mo walked in with his things, and then stepped into the yard, and saw a lot of bamboo weaving in the yard: "You made all of this?"

"Well, it's made up to sell." Nan Xing said, and walked into the firewood room in a few steps.

Jing Mo looked curiously. There were several kinds, including bamboo baskets, bamboo sieves, and bamboo dustpans... He actually didn't recognize them, but his intuition told him that these things could be used.

Jing Mo picked out a total of five in one go, and when Nan Xing came out, there was already a pile at his feet.

Nan Xing: "...what are you doing?"

Jing Mo said solemnly: "How do you sell this? I want it all."

Nan Xing glanced at him speechlessly: "Why are you joining in the fun?"

"I forgot to buy one today, but luckily you have it."

Nan Xing put aside the dustpan that was half full of dry firewood, and said angrily, "I still have bamboo baskets and fish baskets here, do you want them?"

"...Yes, take one of each."

"..." He is really a big fool, but it is not his nature not to do business, Nan Xing quickly helped him take out the things.

"This is a thank you gift." After Nan Xing packed it up, Jing Mo took it out.

The thing was hidden behind Jing Mo's back all the time, so Nan Xing didn't see it: "What are you doing?"

"Thank you for your care, thank you, I may trouble you in the days to come."

The aroma of rice cakes penetrates everywhere, but Nan Xing said coldly, "No, you spent money, so you don't need to do these things."

"Should I refuse something from my neighbor?"

At this point, Nan Xing had no choice but to accept: "Thank you."

"You do the math, and I'll give it to you now."

Nan Xing said again: "The prices of these things you take are different. The bamboo basket with the handle is ten yuan each, the smaller vegetable basket is eight yuan, the bamboo dustpan is fifteen yuan, and the bamboo sieve you take is ten yuan each. For two and fifteen Wen, as for bamboo baskets and fish baskets, I will count you forty Wen in total, which is exactly one hundred Wen, the rent is 120 Wen, and [-] Liu Wen for buying rice, a total of three. One hundred and six characters."

Fortunately, there was some change left over from shopping today. Jing Mo took out three strings of copper coins, one string of money was one hundred coins, and counted six coins to him separately.

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就家长里短吧...感谢在2021-11-1123:37:12~2021-11-1222:29:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 2 for Bright Moon Ruhua Feng Manlou; 1 for Qianlili and Pancake;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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