As the sun sets, the tired birds return to their nests.
Qin Xianglian was worried and waited eagerly at the entrance of the village for her husband to return.
Thinking of having sex tonight, my heart was like a deer, and when I raised my hand to run through my hair, a faint scent of soap locust floated around my body.
She had just taken a shower before going out.
The scent of soap flew away in the wind and reached Chen Mo's nose. He looked up and saw Qin Xianglian standing on the roadside, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of warmth in his heart.
It's really nice to be remembered by others.
"Sir, have you sold out all the charcoal?"
Qin Xianglian ran forward to meet her, but she couldn't help but ask before the person arrived.
"Sold out, not a single one left."
Chen Mo patted Lao Niu to slow down, swept away the charcoal dust on the car with his sleeves, motioned for Qin Xianglian to sit up, then took out his wallet and handed it over.
"My husband is doing business for the first time. Do you want to see whether you make a profit or lose it?"
"Officials are well-read in poetry and books, and their hearts are upright and pure. Naturally, they cannot compare with those slippery businessmen, so..."
Qin Xianglian said, taking the money bag, she was suddenly surprised.
So heavy!
I opened it in a hurry and was dumbfounded.
In the bag, there was a lot of silver, and there were as many as nine taels.
"Officer, this, is this really what you got in exchange for a load of charcoal?"
"There is also that poem." Chen Mo told the truth, "A rich man fell in love with the poem and also liked poetry, so he bought it for ten taels of silver."
"Twelve?"
Qin Xianglian exclaimed, her face full of disbelief.
Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat and he secretly thought something was wrong.
He was obviously angry that he was spending money lavishly, so he quickly explained.
"Xianlian, you have suffered too much with me in the past few years, so I bought some things on my own initiative, hoping to improve my life."
"Don't worry, I will definitely budget carefully in the future and break every penny into pieces before spending it."
Pfft...
Qin Xianglian was stunned and couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.
How could an official get nervous in front of him?
By the way, when have you ever been so considerate?
Thinking about it, Qin Xianglian glanced quietly, and Chen Mo noticed from the corner of his eye that there was another thunderous sound when he opened his mouth.
"Xianlian, I am not good at taking care of housework. From now on, you will take care of the money. You can use it as you want. There is no need to ask me for instructions."
ah?
Qin Xianglian's delicate body trembled and she quickly handed over the money bag.
"The official is the head of the family and must not do anything else."
"Head of what family?"
Chen Mo was disdainful and blocked it directly.
"Aren't you the mistress of this family?"
"The slave family..."
Qin Xianglian was stunned and speechless.
Shao Xiao bit his lip, clenched the money bag tightly with both hands, and looked at Chen Mo's side face with red eyes.
Officer, what truth did you realize from the book?
Have you become so considerate and understanding?
From this point of view, anyone who sells pots or sells iron will have to support officials to obtain honors.
Otherwise, I would be sorry for this change of mind.
When Lao Niu entered Chaimen, Qin Xianglian saw the wine and meat covered with hay in the car.
Perhaps it had been too long since I had eaten meat, and my stomach growled twice.
"My husband is so hungry that I put all the meat into the pot. Let's sacrifice it to the five internal organs temple tonight."
Chen Mo wanted to laugh when he heard this, and shouted loudly on purpose.
Qin Xianglian's face turned red and she hurried into the house.
He put the water that had been boiled into a bucket, urged Chen Mo to take a bath, and then started humming country songs around the stove.
Soon the smoke rose and the small courtyard was filled with the aroma of rice.
It's the same here and it's the same elsewhere.
Wang Anshi had just returned home when he smelled the aroma that aroused greedy insects and couldn't help but quicken his pace.
"Steamed pork with vermicelli, an authentic hometown dish. No need to ask, it must be made by Tan'er."
"Miss, the master is back."
Inside the house, the maid reminded.
Wang Tan'er came back to her senses, and the sadness on her soft face faded away, replaced by a charming smile.
"Tui'er pours some wine, and I'll have a drink with daddy."
"You're so good, why do you think of drinking?"
Wang Anshi entered the room and sat down, looking at his precious daughter with confusion.
"If I remember correctly, my father will only cook steamed pork on your mother's death anniversary. What day is today?"
"Unfavorable days." Xiaocui pouted as she answered, "Sir, Miss was originally going to buy rouge to relieve her homesickness, but she didn't expect to meet Bu Changyan..."
"Tui'er, don't talk nonsense."
Wang Tan'er chuckled and recounted what happened when he bought the rouge.
"Dad, that person had absolutely no other meaning at that time. It was just that the poem coincided with my daughter's mood, and..."
"And what?" Wang Anshi asked.
"And my daughter asked herself, she couldn't write that kind of lyrics. It can even be said that she has never been so deeply touched since she started to read and learn."
A wise daughter is better than her father!
Wang Anshi's appetite was immediately aroused. What kind of lyrics can be so highly praised by his daughter, who has read poetry since childhood?
"Dad, look."
Because the lyrics resonated with his heart, Wang Taner wrote them down after returning home.
The handwriting is beautiful and has great skills.
The forest flowers faded in spring, too hastily.
Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last?
Naturally, life grows and hates water.
good!
After reading it, Wang Anshi picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, exclaiming in admiration.
"I never expected that this small border town would be a place where dragons and tigers are hidden."
"Tan'er, my father also met a talented man today, but unfortunately I can only write half a poem. Do you want to try to write a continuation?"
"Daddy, come and listen."
To be continued...