Farmhouse full garden sweet-scented osmanthus

Chapter 181 The Singing Storm
In the long winter, apart from the cabbage and radish, there are only some dried vegetables in the summer.

But dried vegetables are still summer dishes in essence, but the taste and taste are too different.

Especially when you have had enough cabbage and dried vegetables, it's not that Mo Shi has never imagined that he can eat some fresh vegetables in winter. It doesn't have to be those crisp green vegetables, even wild vegetables in the mountains and forests are also very good of.

"Mother, let me ask you again, if we have fresh vegetables to eat in winter, and sell them when we can't eat them, can you sell them at a good price?" Osmanthus fragrans stared at Mo Mo with bright eyes. Shi, for fear of missing every detail of Mo Shi's expression.

Mrs. Mo thought about it thoughtfully, and then said affirmatively: "Yes, it is very capable. Not to mention fresh vegetables in winter, even those that have been frozen from the south can also be eaten." It sold for a very good price!"

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Mo seemed to think of something again, his complexion became darker, and his tone seemed a little decadent, "When I was a child, every Chinese New Year, my grandma would spend money to buy some frozen vegetables from the south. It is far inferior to the ones eaten in summer, but it tastes very fragrant if you can eat them once in winter."

After hearing this, Osmanthus realized that Mo's was not decadent, but a kind of nostalgia for the past.

Today's main purpose is to let Mo Shi understand his plan, and it is definitely not to let Mo Shi remember the past, so Osmanthus fragrans interrupted Mo Shi's memories at the right time, and said seriously: "Mother, if I say that I am likely to plant in winter Produce fresh vegetables, can you support me now and ask my father to give me a field?"

This time it was Mo Shi's turn to be startled, then smiled and pinched Osmanthus's little nose, and said dotingly: "Mother knew you would be here waiting for me."

Osmanthus fragrans smiled, and rubbed her head into Mo's arms coquettishly, "Mother, I knew that mother is the best, isn't there a song that can sing well, only mother is good in the world, and a child with mother is like a treasure Entering mother's arms, happiness is indispensable..."

While singing, Osmanthus fragrans expressed deep contempt for herself.

But there is no way, whoever let the name of mother still exist in this era, we can only use Niangqin instead.

"You child, where did you hear the wild melody, don't sing indiscriminately in the future, you know?" Mo Shi's tone was inexplicably tense, and there was even a hint of fear.

It's not that Osmanthus didn't hear it, but she pretended not to hear it, nodded obediently, and agreed.

In the Ming Luo Dynasty, all the singers were the most lowly people. If the parents of ordinary people were still alive, they would not let their children go to the theater troupe. Even if they starved to death or married far away, they would I feel that such an arrangement is far better than singing and humming.

Osmanthus fragrans is a 12-year-old girl no matter what, and in two or three years, she will have a marriage discussion. If the man knows that the child is humming and singing when she is at home, it may damage her fate.

If Osmanthus fragrans has traveled here for such a long time, how could she not be aware of such rules? In order to avoid worrying Mo's too much, she could only promise not to sing again.

Alas, it's just a pity for that good song, it is really the supreme song used to praise mother's love!

In order not to bring up the matter of singing again, Osmanthus brought up the field matter again, "Mother, please help me, let my father agree with me!"

(End of this chapter)