The whole night, Qin Xianglian didn't sleep a wink.
In the past, no matter how unhappy an official was, he would go to his room and go to bed. But last night, after waiting for a long time, all she heard was someone opening the door and going out. At that time, she was worried.
At first, she just thought that Chen Mo was still angry about taking out a loan and selling himself; later, she felt that he might be worried about the upcoming county examination.
It wasn't until daybreak that no one came back, so I became completely panicked. I hurriedly found it and followed the sound to the Taoyuan in the back mountain.
The sight that caught her eyes scared Qin Xianglian for half of her life.
The peach trees were cut down and there were holes in the ground.
Chen Mo was lying on the ground like a beggar, as if he was seeking death after going crazy.
"Officer, wake up, wake up quickly."
Qin Xianglian fell to the ground, crying bitterly while blaming herself, while shaking Chen Mo desperately.
"It's all because of the slave family's bad deeds that have harmed the officials to such an extent. Can you please open your eyes?"
"As long as the official can wake up, I can do whatever I want."
"Official, official..."
Despite shouting at the top of his lungs, Chen Mo showed no sign of waking up. Qin Xianglian was dizzy with grief and fell directly into her arms.
"Official, if you are really determined to die, then take the slave family with you."
"This life is a thin one, let's be husband and wife again in the next life."
After she finished her tearful confession, Qin Xianglian grabbed the ax next to her and started to wipe it on her neck.
Now that the official is dead, how can I have the dignity to survive?
Ahem...
At this time, Chen Mo finally reacted.
Although he was greedy for the intimate contact just now, if he didn't open his eyes again, he would really get killed.
"Xianlian, my husband is just exhausted and has no thoughts of committing suicide. On the contrary, if you don't get up, I might die soon."
"Guanren, are you okay?"
Qin Xianglian was frightened and came to her senses, the ax in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
After confirming again and again that Chen Mo was okay, he hurriedly stood up with a smile on his face.
Perhaps she moved too much in a hurry, and a button on Qin Xianglian's shirt popped open.
Thinking of the posture where she just leaned over and pressed against her, she suddenly felt a numb aftertaste on her chest. While her pretty face turned red, she hurriedly turned sideways to tidy up.
Big, white, bomb!
After recalling the feeling just now, Chen Mo couldn't help but swallowed twice.
Then I thought about the scene where Qin Xianglian killed herself with an ax, and I felt very uncomfortable.
It seems that I have to treat her better in the future.
"Why did the officials cut down these peach trees?"
Qin Xianglian gradually calmed down and asked with a frown.
"The slave family remembers that the officials said that after passing the examination for meritorious service, they will build a peach blossom residence here to entertain the world's talented people."
As he said this, Qin Xianglian was worried about something else.
These peach trees will bear fruit next year, and even if they cannot be sold at a good price, they can still supplement some household income. It is a pity to cut them down like this.
Bullshit Taohuaju!
Chen Mo was full of disdain. Life was difficult nowadays, and it was the last word to make the best use of everything, so he explained the matter of cutting down wood and burning charcoal.
After listening, Qin Xianglian smiled bitterly and shook her head.
"Officials study all day long and live in seclusion, so they inevitably have a biased understanding of livelihood matters."
"At this time of year, many people are cutting down wood to make charcoal. The price is pitifully low, and the slaves' charcoal-making skills are limited. If the charcoal is not of good quality, it will be difficult to sell it."
"You burn charcoal?" Chen Mo was stunned.
"If you are not a servant, you must be an official?" Qin Xianglian raised her hand to pick up the axe, "An official's hand is meant to hold a pen, so he must not do such rough work."
"You, go home and leave it to me." Chen Mo took the ax over.
"What did the officer say?"
This time, it was Qin Xianglian's turn to be stunned.
"I said I'm hungry, so you go home and cook. Also, I'll take care of raising the family from now on. Just be a good wife."
"But the officials..."
"No buts." Chen Mo interrupted directly, "You said it yourself last night that you will listen to me in everything from now on, otherwise I will never study again."
"The slave family knows the mistake, and the slave family has written it down."
Once she heard Chen Mo talking about reading, Qin Xianglian didn't dare to say anything anymore.
In addition to panic, some delicate thoughts emerged.
I always feel like my officials have changed somewhere.
I no longer pretend to be arrogant, and my words and deeds have become down to earth.
Qin Xianglian couldn't tell whether this change was good or bad. She only knew that all her efforts began to pay off, adding a little warmth to this poor and cold home.
Chen Mo didn't know what Qin Xianglian was thinking, he just thought she was thinking about studying for the exam again.
So when urging the other party to leave, he added something pretentious.
"You are not allowed to seek advice from the Third Elder or the Master. I will go to them personally after the current matter is resolved."
"Guanren, could it be that you have really changed your gender?"
Qin Xianglian muttered in her heart, nodded and walked towards home.
My steps are much lighter than before, as if a burden has been lifted off my body.
The burden on her was light, but the burden on Chen Mo's shoulders was heavy. In order to burn the charcoal well, he spent three days wandering around the three acres of peach orchard.
Fortunately, the emperor has paid off!
When he saw the charcoal coming out of the kiln, Chen Mo's heart finally fell.
Each piece of charcoal is of equal length and uniform in thickness.
Qin Xianglian beamed with joy and praised Chen Mo's craftsmanship. Regardless of the appearance or quality of the charcoal, it was absolutely unique in the county.
"It's rare for an official to go to the city, so go home and wash up and change your clothes."
After three days of burning charcoal, Chen Mo now looked even more miserable than a beggar, which made Qin Xianglian feel heartbroken.
Change clothes?
Chen Mo shook his head, what he wanted was to look good like this.
And that alone is not enough. If you want to sell the charcoal at a good price, you must package it again.
"Xianlian, you like to hear your husband recite poems and books the most. How about I write a poem based on this scene today?"
"Of course it couldn't be better."
Qin Xianglian smiled and nodded, pricking her ears in admiration.
Chen Mo took the wooden board that he had prepared long ago, picked up a piece of broken charcoal, and started writing.
A charcoal seller cuts firewood and burns charcoal in the southern mountains.
His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Where do you make money from selling charcoal? You wear clothes but eat in your mouth.
Poor man, he is only dressed in plain clothes, and he is worried and wishing for the cold weather.
Maybe he has experienced the hardship of life in this world and the difficulty of burning charcoal. Chen Mo's voice was a little sadder, and his words were also a little desolate.
Qin Xianglian next to her felt the same and was stunned in place.
Gradually, tears filled his eyes.
Now she finally understands why her family members changed. Only by experiencing hard work can she write poems that touch her soul.
Based on this, you will definitely be able to gain fame in the near future!
At this time, Chen Mo was still immersed in poetry. If he knew what Qin Xianglian was thinking, he would probably vomit blood.
Because the second half of this poem was too accusatory, Chen Mo did not finish writing it. After putting the wooden boards on the ox cart, he rushed to the county seat with his whip raised.
The words left behind made Qin Xianglian's thoughts wander.
"When my husband comes home, we can rekindle our drinking conversation."
newborn?
"My lord, do you finally want to have sex and have a baby?"
Looking at Chen Mo's back, Qin Xianglian's cheeks turned red.
