Mozun is forced to farm

Chapter 25

"Good boy, as long as you are obedient and kill that person, you will soon..." The woman crawled on her knees, the iron ring on her ankle scraped the cold floor tiles, gentle and silly: "Your father will value you more, you are all children One of the best in the world, it's not hard for you to do that kind of thing, is it?"

The boy knelt aside and tried his best to uncuff her with all the techniques he had learned, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Mother, just wait a little longer, my son will definitely rescue you."

"Whatever it is!" the woman snapped, "Look at me, look at me!!"

She grabbed his shoulders and said directly: "Mother only has you, and mother can only rely on you."

"Your father hasn't visited your mother for three years, as long as you do it this time, sneak in and kill that man, cut off his head and offer it to your father..."

The child's wrist was bleeding from grinding, and he stared blankly at the relative in front of him.

She is beautiful and down-and-out, and she is the most outstanding among countless concubines.

Even if the mind has fallen into madness, crying is like a lotus flower, so delicate that it is unbearable.

"Mom... I, I don't want to do this."

"No, you don't want to?!" She sternly said, "You want your mother to die here, right? You want to be someone else's son?"

When she opened her eyes again, the beauty disappeared like dry bones, and she was still staring at her with empty eye sockets, as if she refused to close her eyes.

"You have to save me, Xuechen, save your mother—"

He opened his eyes suddenly.

Lin Zhu had tied up her hair crown and was about to go out when she heard her breathing stop.

"Brother Xuechen woke up very early today."

The man was silent for a long time before sitting up, pressing his forehead with one hand.

He shouldn't be dreaming.

"where are you going?"

"Cuntou. Brother Ge came back from Quzhou City today and bought several books for me. I'm going to get them." Lin Zhu packed his bags and took another look at the sky outside: "The sun hasn't risen yet. Sleep for a while?"

Xie Xuechen had already got off the bed.

"I go with you."

He doesn't want to be alone right now.

Lin Zhu let out an ah, turned around to help bring his boots, sat on the side and waited obediently.

Xie Xuechen changed into his robe and was about to leave when he stopped him again.

"I'm going to heat up two steamed buns. There's still rice soup in the pot. Let's go after eating."

"..."

Momo again.

There is white mist on the path in the morning, and the cuckoo's cries up and down can be heard in the distance.

They got dew on their boots as they walked across the grass, and occasionally they saw frogs hopping all the way into the pond.

Brother Ge bought several books according to the book list, and he spoke frankly and resonantly, and specifically said that the most popular book in Quzhou City is still the one about breaking bandits.

Lin Zhu carefully tied up the books with hemp rope and put them in a cloth bag, then led Xie Xuechen back to greet the old people in front of the house.

"Gerber is gone, come back to see you!"

"Morning, Grandma Sun!"

Xie Xuechen was speechless all the way, still in a state of restlessness, and when he smelled the scent of onions, he turned his eyes away and saw the uncle sitting on the horseshoe eating pancakes.

Then stop.

Lin Zhu said sharply: "That is cake, a kind of food."

"I know." The man still didn't move: "Why don't we have pancakes at home?"

He has been eating porridge and steamed buns for 20 days straight, fuck the steamed buns.

"That's a good question." Lin Zhu was also a little greedy, turned his head and continued walking: "Because I don't know how to do it."

"..."

"I heard that making and kneading dough is very troublesome." He did not forget to shake the cloth bag in his hand, emphasizing the priority of the matter: "It's too late to learn now, it's a pity."

"However... if you want to learn, Zhang Ma's pancakes in the house in front of you are the best." Someone is already putting bait to lure the fish: "Shall I talk to you for you and let her teach you?" ?”

Xie Xuechen wanted to sneer with a cold face, but was robbed by Lin Zhu: "You see, in addition to practicing and sleeping, you are also idle when you are idle. Learning more skills will not overwhelm you!"

The Mozun was about to refuse, but Lin Dacongming was already waving vigorously in front of him: "Mother Zhang!! I'm looking for you!!"

If you don't refuse, you agree, I don't care! !

"You see, my brother really wants to learn a craft to support his family, and he is shy and introverted. If you make pancakes at home today, can you teach him?"

The aunt couldn't be more hospitable, she immediately agreed affectionately, and patted Mozun on the shoulder: "You have strength, it will definitely work when you hammer the noodles later!"

"Ah! Then I'll hand him over to you!"

"Don't worry! Go study!"

Someone who was still immersed in the shadow of childhood was sold unexpectedly.

Before leaving, Lin Zhu waved his hand specially: "Come on—"

When Xie Xuechen regained consciousness, the apron had already been fastened by the aunt.

"Oh, my son has gone to work in the city, and he is as tall as you." Zhang Ma said with a smile: "Brother Lin also grew up in our eyes. He is no different from his own son. He just eats well. Too few, looking thin and thin, unable to do strenuous work—come, let me teach you how to make dough!"

"it is good."

It is also very strange to say.

Xie Xuechen seemed to have nothing to do with such a passionate and honest person.

There is indeed evil spirit on him, it is a dirty thing that has been refined in the sea of ​​blood for many years, and ordinary creatures will definitely shy away if they smell it.

But the aunt and uncle have always been able to ignore this naturally, and said that it will be difficult for the young man to find a wife in the future if he is taciturn.

Mama Zhang knows how to bake all kinds of cakes, and she has no reservations about teaching her.

"When we leave the dough, there are generally three ways, either take a piece of old dough with good hair and knead it in, or add some wine koji, yes, it's the stuff of wine making."

"Of course, even if you don't put anything down, as long as the weather is warm, the noodles will still rise, but it will be slower."

She chatted for a while, and when she turned around, she saw a big man standing in front of the chopping board, awkwardly poking his hands into the dough.

"Yes, knead like that."

The aunt hasn't seen her son for more than half a year. When she meets a young man of the same age, she is very kind and always speaks with a smile.

"When you do it for the first time, you may feel that it feels boring to the touch, but in fact, rubbing it is like playing with mud. It's fun."

Xie Xuechen gave a jerky hum, and continued to draw circles with his hands stiffly.

"That's it. Remember to put chopped green onion and some salt in it when you stretch it out again."

Mama Zhang taught him everything she wanted, hand in hand, teaching how to knead dough, how to wake up dough, and everything she said tirelessly.

It's really kind of an old mother's kindness.

After the dough cakes of different shapes were ready, she carefully put them into the pan, and when she turned around, she saw that Xuechen was helping to add firewood, and sparks came out.

"Hey, be careful it's hot!"

He froze for a moment, and responded, "It's not burning, it's fine."

The aunt smiled, and there were slight wrinkles at the end of her eyes.

It looks old, but still has a kind of rustic beauty.

"Even if you can't learn it, if you have this heart, you can do anything in the future."

"I'll put the pancakes I made today into a basket and take them with you. Eat them hot when you're hungry. You're welcome!"

Her hands were very wrinkled, as if her old age was evident in her work, but she washed and washed her hands deliberately, and her nails were also clean.

People in the village seem to be like this all the time.

They are familiar with each other, and they are as enthusiastic as new customers.

There is no need to be wary, and there is no need to interrogate and examine.

Hand over your hearts to each other openly, touch yours, touch mine.

Anyway, hot and fresh.

It took Xie Xuechen a long time to hum, then turned around and went to her house to help chop firewood and carry water, doing things swiftly and silently.

He seems to remember what he wanted very much when he was a child, but he is not sure.

Like something warm and simple.

When he came home with a basket of scallion pancakes, the peach tree at the door had just been watered out of most of its shape.

The door frame has grown more concrete, not only the outline shape can be seen, but also the dark lines and the half door knob.

It is estimated that in a few days, something big will really happen.

The food intake of the two dogs has increased greatly in the past two days, and they are trying their best to raise this door quickly.

A sparrow landed on this nondescript thing, pecked and stopped, and then hula-la flew away.

Lin Zhu happened to be watering the front of the yard, and even scratched the door.

"Brother Xuechen, are you back?"

His eyes were sharp, and he could see the basket in the big man's hand from a long distance away.

"What is that! Is it a pancake!!"

Xie Xuechen walked up to him and took off the coarse cloth on the basket.

"I baked it with Zhang Ma."

He seemed to want to say something more, and said after a long time: "Mother Zhang is fine."

Lin Zhu happily ran to the kitchen and brought two big bowls of hot soybean milk.

"Come here, let's have this for lunch! I've been wanting to eat pancakes for a long time!"

"This is breakfast."

"No problem!"

The scholar had already opened the stool, and the two of them drank hot soy milk and ate scallion pancakes in the sunlight, and the days suddenly became very pleasant.

Xie Xuechen took a few mouthfuls, realized the layers of cakes, and suddenly talked more.

"She taught me several kinds of cakes today."

"I also told me that if some cakes are torn and soaked in soup, they are also very delicious."

Lin Zhu wanted to answer the conversation, but when he looked up, he saw his eyes.

A pair of smiling eyes reflecting the blue sky.

"anything else?"

The man starts talking a lot.

It seems that he is rarely so talkative, and he seems to have learned a lot in the morning and is willing to share it.

So I started to talk about the kneading and stacking methods of different pancakes, and how to do pot helmets.

Talk about black sesame seeds and white sesame seeds, talk about the chattering white duck at Mama Zhang's house, and a cat running past the stove.

He seemed to have unlocked something, and if he spoke too quickly, he would immediately gulp down a few mouthfuls of soy milk, with cake crumbs still on his face.

Finally, he is not so like an alienated and indifferent high-ranking person, a bloodthirsty and frustrated devil, or an emperor who is respected and worshiped by others.

But a real young man.

Lin Zhu didn't interrupt much, just listening to what he had to say, occasionally echoing a few words.

In the end, the big pot of soy milk was almost finished, and the two dogs came to the table and wagged their tails to pet it.

It was only after Xie Xuechen realized that he seemed to have lost his composure today.

He turned away, became bored again, lowered his head to pet the dog as if to conceal himself, and stopped talking.

Gouzi was so touched that he simply turned over to show his belly, twisted and hummed on the ground.

The scholar slumped on the rattan chair and touched his stomach. He was in a good mood after successfully rubbing the cake and drinking the soy milk. He burped loudly out of nowhere.

Ah, I'm full.