Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 72
On this day, I sent Duan Yuerong to Changfa's house. This was the first time Duan Yuerong showed up in public after he first entered the village to meet the patriarch.I lowered my voice and told him some girl things to do.I was a little worried. After all, I used to be a cover-up when I pretended to be a girl. This is the first time I'm with a big group of seven aunts and eight aunts. You must know how keen a woman's intuition is!

He looked indifferent, noncommittal to my Xu Xu.

"Is this the new Mr. Mo?" An old man leaned on a cane, with one hand behind his waist, with a face like a shriveled scorpion, greeting me in the sun.

I stepped forward and bowed my head respectfully, "Old man, Xiaosheng is exactly Mo Wen."

"My family, Yuan Xiao, has been cunning since I was a child. I was an old generation, and Dong Er was the third child. No one can cure him. Mr. Trouble." The old man said slowly, maybe his eyes were not right. Well, keep squinting at me.

I was about to laugh and talk, but I heard a group of voices, "Purple-eyed monster, hit, hit quickly."

When I turned around, I saw a group of boys beating Duan Yuerong with stones, Duan Yuerong was beaten to the ground.

I ran over to see that the leader was the little bastard who dared to provoke me and was beaten by me, Yange.

As soon as Yange saw me, he immediately screamed in fright: "I'm old, I'm old, that Mr. Mo, who is obsessed with the day and night, is here."

A group of children dispersed in a hurry, I pulled Duan Yuerong's hand protecting her head away, only to see that two bags had already been opened and were bleeding.

His eyes were still indifferent and mocking, but there was also a trace of sadness.

Looking at his purple pupils, an inexplicable sadness surged in my heart.Now Duan Yuerong has no power, no martial arts, and pretends to be a woman to flee to the end of the world, being bullied by children, she can't help thinking how miserable it was when Jinxiu was young, no one protected them.

He shook off my hand, wiped his bloody forehead, and said lightly: "You go to teach, the hour is almost over, I know the way to Changfa's family." He still stubbornly raised his head and walked forward.

I chased him, grabbed him, took out a handkerchief, pressed the wound, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

He took the handkerchief, did not answer me, and walked forward silently.

I followed silently.

He tilted his head, "You're going to be late."

I smiled and shrugged, "Let them wait."

When it was delivered to the door, I pulled Duan Yuerong's bangs to cover the wound.

At this time, Changfa's sister-in-law came out, followed by a large group of girls and mothers-in-law. Dozens of pairs of wonderful eyes looked curiously at Duan Yuerong's face and mine, and finally all fell on Duan Yuerong's purple eyes.

The first girl has a strong figure and a big face, and her eyes seem a little unfriendly.

Mrs. Changfa said with a smile, "Yo, Mr. Mo sent Mrs. Mo over in person."

I bowed deeply to them, "My wife and I are new to Guidi, and I hope all the sisters and sister-in-laws will take care of you."

The girls giggled for a while, probably because of my "sour gas", and Duan Yuerong's proficiency in saluting was the crystallization of my painstaking teaching and his hard training during this journey of escape.

I handed over embroidery stretch and cotton thread, and said to Duan Yuerong: "Chaozhu, please listen to Changfa's sister-in-law, and I will pick you up after I finish school at noon."

Duan Yuerong's purple pupil was a little dazed for a moment, her long eyelashes drooped, and she was led in by Changfa's sister-in-law like Lin Daiyu.

The eyes of the girls on the side were full of envy, and only the strong girl at the head muttered in a low voice: "The scholar's family is so bitter, but being an embroidery workshop is like parting from life and death."

A girl smiled lowly, "This is called a loving couple. Sister Cuihua, I will know when Brother Changgen marries you in."

The girls covered their mouths and walked in with low smiles, that Cuihua's neck turned red.

It turns out that this is the fat and bad girl Duan Yuerong said.

Isn't she a very innocent girl?

This month's volume!
On this day, instead of teaching the Three Character Classic in class as usual, I taught all the children a common saying: people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.We should not judge anyone or anything with hasty hostility or contempt just because they look different from us.I don't know if they understand, but all the kids are paying attention, and Yange, who used to sit in the first row, sits in the last row today, shrinking his head and not daring to look at me.

More than ten days passed in a blink of an eye, Duan Yuerong seldom went out, and she always wore her evening face at home.I can understand that every time he goes out, he has to face the surprised eyes of everyone.The second time he went to the embroidery workshop, I was afraid that the little kid would bully him, so I followed him, but no kid hit him again with a stone, but no one spoke to him at all along the way.Where he passed, everyone voluntarily moved out of the way, and then silently stared at him, as if they were watching a panda in a zoo.He also held his head up, with a cold face, no matter how he looked, he looked like a noble queen passing by, and only when he met the three brothers of the Dragon Generation would he greet him, and he usually just nodded.

When I arrived at the embroidery workshop, I looked through the open window. I thought he was just filling the room and doing nothing, but I didn’t expect that he was serious about learning from a widow with an embroidery frame. Routine, and then spend most of the time embroidering.

Once again, I am sobbing!
A few days later, Duan Yuerong actually started to bring patterns and make embroidery at home. I curiously pointed to his piece of silk with no embroidery pattern, "What kind of flower is this?"

His purple pupils gave me a cool look, but he didn't answer, and embroidered on the piece of silk with his orchid fingers raised in a serious manner.

I couldn't hold back my laughter, thinking that this kid shouldn't be addicted to being a woman.However, no matter how much I asked what the pattern was, he just ignored me.

Time flies, after we settled down, I started to raise the four acres of land. After talking for a long time, and almost threatening to use force, Duan Yuerong lazily followed me to prepare the land.

Duan Yuerong and I borrowed a ox and a plow from Changfa's family to prepare to sow rice seeds. I pulled the ox in front to sow rice seeds, and he pushed the plow behind. The two walked slowly.

Thinking of the embroidery workshop again tomorrow, he said, "Have you finished embroidering that flower? Do you want me to help you?"

He glanced at me and ignored me.

I didn't extinguish my patience, and continued to encourage him, "I see that you like embroidery very much, and that's a good thing. You must know that Zhang Fei embroidered, changed his hostility, grew patience, and became a man of wisdom and courage." Famous general. If you can also embroider, you will definitely be able to cultivate yourself. Although my embroidery skills are not good, I have also used shoe soles for my brothers and sisters."

That kung fu is not for bragging, I make shoes for Xiao Wuyi and the others every year.Yu Feiyan said that in his hometown, Liaocheng, Shandong, there is a custom of women giving shoes to their relatives. It is said that stepping on the patterns inside the shoes can travel around the world safely, so I came up with the idea of ​​buying shoes for Xiao Wuyi. After consulting Aunt Zhou and the ladies, Biying who was on the bed joined me, and she was naturally in charge of Song Minglei's pair.

That was the second year of Biying's illness. My sisters and I gave the shoes we made to Yu Feiyan, Song Minglei and Jinxiu as a New Year's gift. Unexpectedly, they became very popular and became our little Wuyi's practice since then. Wuyi's brothers and sisters will come to ask me about the shoes I want to make.

That year when Heshuo was victorious, Yu Feiyan wore Wona's shoes to walk all over Helan Mountain, guarding the border, and fighting the Turks bravely.Let’s not talk about Jinxiu’s girl, she has two pairs every year, and I even embroidered her with the pattern of HELLOKITTY. She later made a fortune in Ziyuan, but she still asked me for it as usual. Maybe in all the embroidery work of my sister, she Just appreciate this.

In the past four or five years, I only made one pair for Song Minglei. It was Biying who was very ill one year, and I gave it to Song Minglei. When I sent it over, I felt very guilty.

However, Song Minglei was very happy. Thinking about it now, he actually knew that I made those shoes!
Thinking of the hard-fated Biying and Song Minglei, I closed my mouth and couldn't continue.

After a while, I turned around and saw Duan Yuerong's purple pupils looking at me, as if waiting for my next words.Remembering that everything was not his fault, I snorted and said, "I said, do you need to add a few leaves, vines or something to your flower? It looks sick and not at all. Not good looking!"

Duan Yuerong narrowed his eyes at me, and I satirized him for a long time. I felt a little thirsty, so I stopped to drink some water, wiped my mouth, and turned around to continue talking, but I heard Duan Yuerong gnashing his teeth. Get up: "Are you finished? That's not a flower, that's a mandarin duck! Can't a mandarin duck be done?"

What?It turned out to be a bird, but the shape... I resisted the urge to burst out laughing, and said solemnly: "My lady, calm down, look, there are people watching."

Duan Yuerong rushed towards me pushing the plow, and I laughed and drove the big yellow ox forward. As a result, our family finished the rice seeds that others took three to five days to sow in two days.At that time, I felt that he and I were actually very suitable for living in the era of the Great Leap Forward, and we would definitely be able to overfulfill the task!

It's a pity that most of the time, Duan Yuerong hates doing hard work, and when it comes to doing hard work, he either stays on the bed, or has diarrhea, and hides around.Later, I learned to be good. Whenever I was anxious to get violent, he would hold Xi Yan in his arms, Zi Tong looked at me, "If you want to hit, you should kill this stinky thing first."

On this day, I came home dizzy and tired. I wanted to drink water, but there was no water in the tank; I wanted to eat, but the pot was empty;My anger came to the ground, I hugged Xi Yan, coaxed her to stop crying, then pulled the quilt, dragged him out, and asked scoldingly: "What are you doing, there is no water, you can always fetch some water. No more rice, go to the patriarch's house to get some credit. If you don't like to show your face, you can also look at Xiyan at home. She cries so hard, you can't coax her a little bit. What if you fall and get a concussion? ? You don’t know how to cook, but I can, so please go to the backyard and pull some vegetables to wash and prepare.”

He glanced at me, sat down on the chair, and yawned, "Who wants to do what these pussies do?"

"Ha!" I put my hips on my hands and laughed angrily, "Then tell me what you should do to get us through this difficult time?"

"It's very simple, flatten the Junjiazhai," he stood up all of a sudden, all naked, and the murderous look in his eyes reappeared, "burn this village one by one, rob everything, take the men as slaves, and the women Sell ​​it for military pay, then you can go to the land of miasma to find my father, no matter what the result is, I must kill King Guangyi and restore my prince status."

I was like thunder, with an indescribable chill in my heart, I murmured: "You usually like embroidery because you can calm down and think about it?"

He snorted and looked at me fiercely, "What's the matter? This Junjiazhai is extremely weakly defended. It's ridiculous that the old patriarch is still daydreaming, thinking that the iron hoof in troubled times can't find it here. Notice I have the best infantry in Nanzhao, and my specialty is guerrilla warfare in the mountains. If I don’t destroy the village today, if other tribes come here in the future, the outcome will only be worse.”

I said coldly: "The Junjiazhai kindly took us two people in trouble, but if you have any humanity, you should know the words 'repaying your kindness', but you still want to burn the village, kill people and rob money?"

He snorted coldly, "I would rather let the world down than me. They don't kill us now because they don't know how much our bounty is. If they knew, do you think they would spare us? They would do the same. Kill them all, and exchange the heads of the two of us for a bounty."

I stood there in a daze, and said for a long time, "You came to the East Court not far away, and you only want to win the Central Plains. Do you have to do the murder, arson, kidnapping and looting?"

He sat down, turned his head, mocking and impatient.

I shook my head, "Men are mortal, and death is either more important than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. To die for a great cause is more important than Mount Tai; if you only know how to enslave the weak and bully the people, even if you return to Nanzhao one day, you will be reborn. How can you achieve a generation of overlords after gaining the title and ruling Nanzhao? One day when you die, you will still be lighter than a feather, and after you die, you will be reduced to the realm of animals and insects, and you will be punished."

His head gradually lowered.

I was secretly happy, could it be that my words touched this person's sense of shame?So I continued my ideological education class, "If you can learn the spirit of the ancient sages and gentlemen without selfishness, starting from this point, you can become a person who is of great benefit to the people. A person's ability may be great or small, but as long as With this spirit, one is a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who is free from vulgar interests, and a person who is of benefit to the people." I said with passion and spit.Ah, no, why do you say this so slipperily?It's so familiar, and then I remembered that this is Mao Zedong's classic in memory of Norman Bethune...

I coughed dryly, and turned around, "Anyway, this is a great opportunity for you to let go of Tu..."

A slight snoring sound came from Duan Yuerong's mouth, it turned out that he was asleep.My veins throbbed violently, I waved the wicker I picked for Xiyan yesterday, and shouted: "Wake me up, you evildoer."

Duan Yuerong's purple pupils opened wide, and then hung up again, muttering sleepily: "I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm so sleepy." He stretched his waist while talking, ignoring my squinting eyes, Go to bed.

I couldn't bear it anymore, broke out all my anger, waved the willow stick and drew a whip, "Look at what you have done usually, Xiyan can't take it well, I worked hard outside for a long time, you in this house But I don’t even cook, I don’t clean up the house, and I don’t even have a drink of water when I get home, what am I doing with you waste?”

He was hit by a whip on his left shoulder, and he turned around suddenly, his purple pupils stared at me coldly, filled with a hostility that he hadn't seen for a long time, and said viciously: "You try to swing the whip again."

I swallowed, raised my eyebrows, and said with a sneer, "Monster, when have I been afraid of you?"

He was brave enough to wave his whip again when someone knocked on the door and said, "Is Mr. Mo there?"

I glared at Duan Yuerong, and opened the door with a wicker in my hand. It turned out to be the three brothers Longgen, Longdao, and Longyin.

Longdao said: "Mr. Mo, it's not peaceful in the village today, my father wants to invite you to the ancestral hall..."

Six pairs of eyes stared at Duan Yuerong's pretty face that was ready to cry, and then moved to his left shoulder with red scars.

"Are you hitting Mrs. Mo?" Long Gen yelled, "Mr. Mo, you are a scholar, how do you hit a woman?"

"What's the matter?" I was stunned, still holding the willow stick in my hand.

"You bastard, an imposing seven-foot man, you don't even know how to plant land, and you only beat your wife and scold your children at home." The three brothers broke into my room suddenly and scolded me one after another.

I stood there in a daze, I was beating my "wife", but I didn't scold the child, I was just about to argue, and then I remembered, why did I tell them this, this is my house, these three brothers are trespassing on private houses .

"Three little brothers, although I am a foreigner, this house was rented to us by your father, but it is always my house. What do you mean by breaking in in the middle of the night like this? Besides, this is my family business, and the three brothers can take care of it." It's too wide."

The three young boys were taken aback for a moment, and the oldest one said excitedly: "I think you are gentle, and my father took you in. Unexpectedly, you borrowed money, but you are idle, beating your wife and scolding your daughter."

"Where did I beat my wife and scold my daughter?"

"What are you holding in your hand? See how frightened your wife is, and your daughter is crying like this, and you still have to argue?"

A few teenagers dragged me to the ancestral hall without further ado.

I turned my head and saw Duan Yuerong followed Xiyan in his arms, he turned the three boys on his back and gave me a sinister smile.

The ancestral hall was very lively that night. In the countryside, "knocking on the widow's door and digging the grave of the family" is the most immoral thing, but these two most immoral things happened unexpectedly in the Junjiazhai at the same time, so that it seemed like The fact that I "beat my wife" like this seems extremely insignificant.But before I saw the patriarch, I had no choice but to wrap my sleeves and squat in the ancestral hall, where the three brothers of the Long family were just persuading my "wife" who was covering his face and weeping softly.

(End of this chapter)