As the sun sets in the west, the golden light shines down, and the whole earth seems to be dressed in golden clothes. The secluded and poor mountain villages are as beautiful as a picture scroll.
The barking of dogs, the cry of children, the curse of a woman, all kinds of sounds make this beautiful picture come alive.
Lu Yi carried the burden and walked as fast as flying.
He has a tall figure and outstanding temperament. Even if he is doing rough work, every move he makes is extremely elegant and has no vulgar taste at all.
"Lu Yi, you're back."
"Um."
"Lu Yi, wait..."
Mrs. Yu in the yard threw the snot baby in her arms to her daughter-in-law and walked out mysteriously.
Lu Yi stood there for a while out of politeness.
"You are not at home today. I don't know that something big happened to your family."
Lu Yi frowned: "What's the matter?"
Mrs. Yu first talked about how Mu Siyu had sold the recipe for braised pork to the village chief, and then handed over the business of braised pork to the village. Of course, this matter was beneficial to everyone, so she explained it in one sentence.
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"Although she sold the prescription to the village, we are quite grateful. But your wife is really bad at getting along. Do you know what she said? She said she wanted to get Mr. Han to study in a private school."
Yu talked for a long time, and Lu Yi didn't even frown.
"That's it?"
"Isn't this a big deal? If she marries into your family, she shouldn't help her mother's family."
Lu Yi's eyes were full of impatience: "She is the head of our family, so she can decide these things."
Seeing that the provocation failed, the woman's eyes widened: "Are you a man?"
"You don't need to worry about our family's affairs." Lu Yi ran out of patience, picked up the burden and left.
After walking a few steps, he stopped and said without looking back: "If the villagers say anything else, you can convey my words. In our family, she is the head of the family, and I support her decision unconditionally."
Yu's teeth were itching with hatred.
That bitch Mu Siyu got a hundred taels of silver from the village chief with a prescription. Others didn't know, but she knew it because she happened to pass by the village chief's house and heard their conversation. There was no one outside the village chief's house at that time.
People, so no one knew that she actually heard everything.
Fang Zi was used to make money for everyone, but when he thought that Mu Siyu had received such a large amount of money, who wouldn't be jealous?
Some time ago, their family was in ruins, but now it's better. The woman didn't know where she learned these skills, and she suddenly became the richest in the village.
"Dad!!" Lu Zhiyun saw Lu Yi carrying a load through the door and shouted happily: "Mom, dad is back."
Lu Yi put down the burden and watched his daughter, who was as small as a butterfly, run into the kitchen and pull out the woman with hands full of flour.
A loving wife, a young son, a peaceful home, happiness turns out to be so simple.
"What did you pick?" Mu Siyu asked.
"Rice and noodles." Lu Yi said: "New rice came from the grain store today. It looked good, so I bought some. I borrowed the rice from the county government and will send it over tomorrow."
Lu Shaoyu came out of the room and handed the thing in his hand to Lu Yi: "I wrote it, I don't know if it will work."
Lu Shaoyu was a little nervous when he wrote on such good paper for the first time. No matter how calm he was, his little face was inevitably a bit unconfident.
Lu Yi took it and looked through it.
At first he was standing, but after watching, he squatted down.
When Mu Siyu finished cooking and came out, she saw the father and son squatting there reading a book, with exactly the same expression on their two slightly similar faces: serious.
"What are they looking at?" Mu Siyu and Lu Zhiyun bit their ears.
Lu Zhiyun touched her earlobe and said, "They are reading the storybook written by their brother."
"Oh..." Mu Siyu understood.
Lu Yi is the most knowledgeable person in the family. Lu Shaoyu has an instinctive admiration and closeness to this father and wants to get his approval.
Lu Xuan rubbed his eyes and walked out, stretched, and looked at the father and son in the yard, and then at the mother and daughter sitting under the eaves, eating melon seeds.
Why is this scene so funny?
"What is this doing?"
"Waiting for the meal." Mu Siyu replied: "Look at them like this, how can the meal be served? Of course, wait for them to come back to their senses and then the meal will be served."
Lu Yi was fascinated by what he saw.
Originally, when Mu Siyu encouraged Lu Xuan and Lu Shaoyu to write scripts, he only regarded it as a kind of training and did not take it seriously. Now it seems that she is serious and this path is very likely to work.
"How is it?" Lu Shaoyu looked at Lu Yi nervously.
"Tsk..." Mu Siyu made a weird sound.
"What does tut tut tut mean?" Lu Zhiyun was curious. "Why is mom looking at my brother and dad like this?"
"Look at your brother, he usually shows his teeth and claws in front of me, like a little tiger, but when he faces your father, he turns into a kitten." Mu Siyu said sourly: "He is a heartless little boy."
"Be content! He still calls you mother occasionally now." Lu Xuan gloated beside him. "If the little tiger had been hurt when he was a child, it would be impossible to trust him again. At least he gave you a chance."
Lu Yi touched Lu Shaoyu's hair: "I still need to practice my handwriting."
Mu Siyu: "..."
That word... is really good.
If it were her, it would all be a pile of ink pimples.
Lu Shaoyu listened very carefully: "Yeah."
“The story is good.”
"I just wrote down what she said."
Mu Siyu rolled her eyes: "I am your mother, what do you call her? Who is she? A brat."
Lu Shaoyu pursed his lips but didn't scream.
"Have you finished reading? Shaoyu went and called your grandmother and uncle over for dinner." Mu Siyu said, "We are having hot pot today."
"What is hot pot?" Lu Zhiyun was curious.
"We'll find out later."
A large pot was placed on the small stove, and old duck soup was simmering in it. Of course, they didn't have any duck at home, so they bought it from the village.
Ms. Tong was more restrained than usual today because she knew that she would talk about Mu Zhenghan and Lu Shaoyu's studies later. She didn't know what her son-in-law's attitude was, and she felt very uneasy.
"This is hot pot!" Lu Zhiyun blinked. "Wow, it smells so good!"
"Eat it! I cooked it all afternoon today, and the flavor is all out. This is for you, take a good rest." Mu Siyu gave Lu Zhiyun a leg.
Hot pot is the most powerful tool. There is no interpersonal relationship that cannot be solved by a meal of hot pot. Whether a relationship is good or not depends on whether you can sit down and eat hot pot together.
"This is the dough. I cut it just now. If you want to eat it, put some in and cook."
Mu Siyu mixed the seasonings for everyone and then showed them how to eat the hot pot.
At this moment, everyone was attracted by the food, and it felt like Lu Yi, who was usually serious, was getting closer to him.
"I'm so full, my stomach is almost bursting." Lu Zhiyun touched her bulging belly. "Mom, this hot pot is delicious."
"If you like it, you can eat it next time. Anyway, this is simple. I will make other flavors next time." Mu Siyu cleared the table.
Lu Yi came over to carry the pot, and Mu Siyu patted the back of his hand: "Don't touch it, it's still very hot now."
Grabbing a pot with bare hands, do you think you are a martial arts hero?