Yu Jun

The mother and son chattered angrily, while Wu's father stood aside with a straight face, already clenched his hands, waiting for the opportunity to slap his second child.

Wu Jin acted as if no one was around. After eating the noodles, she picked up the bowl, drank the soup in one gulp, sent the bowl to the kitchen, washed her face, and walked in again: "Auntie, I won't be back tomorrow night, I have to rest in Mofu. Don't wait for me."

Mother Wu stopped, nodded and said, "Okay, is the room where you sleep warm, do you want to bring clothes?"

"Warm," Wu Jin reached out and took the crane cloak on the bed rail, put it in the crook of her arm, leaned over and touched Wu Yi's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Second brother, don't speak angry words or hurt others , Father and Mother have had a hard day, why do you still break their hearts?"

His look and voice were gentle, and he didn't blame Wu Yi too much, so Wu Yi snorted, shut his mouth, and stopped talking.

Wu Jin pressed his shoulder again: "You have worked hard too, go to sleep."

Wu Yi's eye circles turned red instantly, and she pulled the quilt over her head to cover her face.

He knew that he had made a mistake and that it was a burden on the family. He was busy in the bakery every day, and there was no shortage of cakes to sell, and he had to pick them out and sell them everywhere. When he got home, his parents always scolded him.

Wu Jin saw his grievances, and his grievances flowed out, quietly moistening the quilt.

Wu's mother knew that Wu Jin still needed to review books and write diaries, so she urged him to go back to the house, and asked him if he wanted a charcoal basin

Wu Jin went out with a wave of her hand, went back to her room, lit the oil lamp, took out the folded article in her arms, read it carefully, spread out a pen and paper, and copied a copy of the article.

After copying, he didn't rush to review the book, but closed his eyes and thought about what he was going to do from beginning to end.

The next day, Wu Jin went to Yuhua Street first, booked a pavilion at Yanguan in Gyeongbuk, and then went to Mo's Mansion with the article.

As soon as he stepped into the mountain house, Yin Bei followed him in, and walked in a hurry, with the corners of his mouth uncontrollably raised, as if he had encountered something particularly good.

"Master Wu," Yin Bei grinned when he saw him, "Our uncle moved his finger last night."

Wu Jin nodded indifferently.

Yin Bei didn't notice his indifference, he was still very happy, his eyes were full of smiles, but he couldn't stop laughing, he found that Wu Jin was treating Mo Qianlan with an almost indifferent attitude.

He suddenly remembered that there was a year when Wu Jin and Cheng Ting brothers paid homage to Mo Qianlan together. At that time, Mo Qianlan gave Wu Jin a bunch of lucky money made of gold.

Under the watchful eyes of Wang Zhizhou and others, Wu Jin accepted the bunch of money, but when she left, she returned the bunch of money to the guard at the corner gate without taking any money.

At that time, he thought that Wu Jin was too upright and would not be rewarded for nothing. Looking at it now, it seemed that Wu Jin had a huge estrangement from Mo Qianlan.

At the same time, he remembered that Wu Jin had only met Mo Qianlan once when she entered the mansion for the first time since she came to work in the Mo mansion, and never went to the second hall after that, even when the girl was there, she would not go to Mo Qianlan just to please the girl. Take a look at the second hall.

Yin Bei was embarrassed, a little at a loss: "Li Yitie came to see it last night, and he only said that living people have twitches in their dreams, and it's a good thing not to die."

In his eyes, the brothers and sisters of the Mo family are one body, intimate and inseparable, but Wu Jin seems to have neatly divided the brothers and sisters of the Mo family into two halves. The elder brother cannot be redeemed for his sins, but the younger sister can be crushed to pieces.

He even felt that once Mo Qianlan woke up, Wu Jin would leave Mo's house without looking back - because Wu Jin only served Mo Lingfeng's bowl.

This feeling is too complicated for him to understand.

And Wu Jin was sitting in front of the table, with two elbows resting on the table, fingers crossed in front of the nose and mouth, looking at Yin Bei without any emotion, waiting for him to finish speaking.

He himself was a silent "accomplice", if he had any sympathy for Mo Qianlan, he would immediately fall into an inextricable self-blame.

Grain transport officer—the second child of Li widower's family, Chen Dawang and Li Xin.
Classmates who went to Kyoto - Qi Sheng'an, Pan Yi, Chen Bai, Wei Hu, Zhuo Hao.
There are also one hundred soldiers who died in Jeju - Lin Guorui, Lin Shu, Liu Hongyun, Ruan Sheng, Lin Zhi, Xia Qin.
He memorized their names in his heart, and these names would churn with blood from time to time.

"Master Wu," Yin Bei stopped talking, and opened two boxes, "These are made clothes, try it on, and change it if it doesn't fit, this is a rule."

Wu Jin got up and walked to the side of the box, leaned over to look, and saw that the clothes inside were all the blouses worn by ordinary scholars, and there was nothing wrong with the clothes, headwear, shoes and socks, so she took out a round-neck Bailan and put it on. With a soap-colored edge and a soap-colored waistband, he looked down at the fine stitching: "It fits."

"I'll have someone take you home."

"it is good."

Wu Jin changed back to her old clothes, Yin Bei slapped his head, remembering an important event, hurriedly went to the front hall to take out a booklet, and put it in front of Wu Jin: "The deputy envoys are starting to prepare the small tributes to be sent to the capital during the Chinese New Year, take a look .”

Wu Jin took it in his hand, glanced down, and wrote the same words at the beginning: "Gong Wei, His Majesty the Emperor, bows to Jin'an, with great merit and virtue. Hanging clothes to the south."

Afterwards, each of them made a congratulatory poem, which was disgusting to read. In the end, they drew up a list of gifts, including crystal bowls, coral trees, jade Guanyin, etc., all of which were gold and silver jewels, far surpassing Mo Qianlan's. Salary.

"Is this the same as in previous years?"

Yin Bei nodded: "Almost, but not as much as this year. I asked, and the deputy envoys felt that the uncle could not move. Thanks to His Majesty, he still served as Jiedushi, so we need to pay more tribute. Thank you, Your Majesty Long En. "

After reading the long list of gifts, Wu Jin said, "Mr. Zhao didn't say anything about giving these?"

Yin Bei scratched his head embarrassingly: "Mr. Zhao has always disapproved, but the uncle did not listen to persuasion, saying that His Majesty is just greedy for these vulgar things, so give him more, and he will be so happy."

After hearing this, Wu Jin didn't say anything more.

It's just that now that the Mo family can no longer stand up to the wind, His Majesty may not be able to understand this ridicule, and this gift list cannot be so capricious.

He picked up a pen and scratched off the crystal cups, wrote down a hundred goats, Jiaxian oil dates and other earthen rituals, and replaced the Danqing "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" with "Wind and Rain Returning to the Boat", and handed it back to Yin Bei: "Do it like this .”

Yin Bei nodded quickly, and was about to go out when Wu Jin suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

He leaned over his desk and wrote a greeting card, put it in a wooden box together with an article, and handed it to Yin Bei: "Send it to Cheng's mansion, and hand it over to Cheng Zhifu, and ask him to come to Yuhua Street to celebrate Bei Yan at the end of noon." Guan Shen Zi Pavilion."

"Do you want me to follow you?"

"No need," Wu Jin laughed, "I know."

Hearing what he said, Yin Bei knew that it was true—every detail of Wu Jin's actions must have been rehearsed countless times in his mind, and everyone's reaction was clearly thought out, and every instruction was clear. Powerful and never overwhelming.