Reborn 1960 The little orphan girl has some money

At lunch, Lao Ma Tou brought a box of dishes and said: "These are enough for you. Eat these in the afternoon. They are freshly cooked and eaten while they are hot. You can cook them in the evening. I have gone back and my family is still waiting." It’s time to eat!”

Because Wu Sicheng was in the room, An Moxue didn't let Lao Ma Tou go in. She just smiled and said, "You still have to think about me."

Old Ma Tou said: "This dress looks good! But you can only wear it secretly at home, don't let outsiders see it, you know?"

An Moxue said coquettishly: "Yeah, I know! You've always seen it. Uncle Ma, I wish you a Happy New Year in advance!"

"Well, you too, happy New Year, stay safe! Go back quickly! Put on some clothes before it's cold outside, and come out. I'm leaving." After the old horse head finished speaking, he turned around and left, his steps brisk and full of joy.

An Moxue stood at the gate, watching Old Ma Tou walk a certain distance before closing the gate and returning to the house.

"Wu Sicheng, don't cook the rest of the dishes. We have vegetables. If we cook too much and we can't eat it, we can cook it at night! Uncle Ma brought me vegetables." He raised the food box in his hand.

An Moxue opened the food box. There were two layers inside, with a total of six dishes. Each dish was a full bowl, and it was still steaming hot.

When Wu Sicheng came in with a platter of braised pork, An Moxue was putting dishes on the table.

"So much! Is it okay to bring you this much?" Wu Sicheng put down the plate, turned around and entered the kitchen again.

"What's the problem?" An Moxue put down a bowl of food and asked in confusion.

"Their son and daughter-in-law! Food is so precious now." Wu Sicheng took the bowls, chopsticks and steamed buns into the house.

"Oh, this shouldn't happen. I prepared medicine for Uncle Ma and Aunt Ma. They are in much better health. Their children know it." An Moxue put all the dishes on the table and put the food boxes aside.

"That's good. It's not worth it to cause family conflicts for others. I'll put the food out of the pot and we'll eat." Wu Sicheng turned around and left the house.

"Well, so my aunt asked me to go to their house to celebrate the New Year, but I didn't go." An Moxue took out two bottles of wine from the cabinet.

"Thankfully I didn't go. If I did, wouldn't it be in vain and I would have to live alone."

"How do you spend the normal New Year?" An Moxue asked curiously.

"In normal years, I spent the first two years in the army with my comrades, and then I didn't spend two years at all, and I was out on missions." At this time, Wu Sicheng came into the room with a plate of pickled fish.

"Have you not been home for a year?"

The two got on the kang and sat at the table.

"No. I haven't celebrated the Chinese New Year at home for many years. I remember when I was a kid, it was very interesting to celebrate the Chinese New Year with a group of friends in the family home. One year, we even stole the wine from the house and drank too much. We all fell asleep and fell asleep in the house. The movie room made parents look for it, and in the end many of them had a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots, and the parent was cruel." Wu Sicheng said with some nostalgia.

"Did you get beaten too? Have something to drink?" An Moxue asked curiously, raising the bottle of wine in her hand.

"I'm happy to accompany you. It's okay to be beaten! Unfortunately, it's not." Wu Sicheng felt helpless thinking about it.

"Then how are you punished?" An Moxue looked at her and became even more curious. She poured an enamel jar of wine for each of them, and now only the bottom of the bottle was left.

"What kind of punishment! My dad asked me to write military regulations, military laws and disciplines, and I have to write in calligraphy, regular script and cursive script. Can you imagine? The other friends who were beaten can go out to play, while I am still writing at home!" Wu Sicheng He picked up the wine and raised it to An Moxue.

An Moxue also picked up the wine and raised it to Wu Sicheng, "Have you never been beaten? You must have practiced calligraphy very well."

"No, not even once. If you are not qualified, you must write until you are qualified. The punishment is never less, and it is always unforgettable." Wu Sicheng sniffed the wine gently, took a sip, and tasted it slowly. He tasted it and said, "What kind of wine is this? It tastes very good."

An Moxue swallowed the wine in her mouth and said, "Hawthorn wine, other people who were beaten must be envious of you."

"Where did you buy it?"

"I brewed it myself."

"They envy me for not getting beaten. I envy them that they can go out and play after being beaten, while I am still writing hard. You don't know, my dad punishes me for writing simply because my mom likes these two fonts of brushes. Calligraphy, because my mother said that regular script is like a young master from a wealthy family, and cursive script is like a knight who is famous all over the world."

"Your father and mother must have a very good relationship."

"Of course, you can tell just by looking at my name - Wu Sicheng. I feel like I am redundant. Really, ever since I was little, I always have to be ranked behind my mother with my dad."

"Father and mother are true love, son and daughter are accidents." An Moxue was a little curious about his father and mother.

The two of them were just chatting, drinking and eating.

"Yes, that's how it feels. It's not that they don't love me, but they have to take the back seat. This dish is so delicious!" Wu Sicheng picked up a piece of chicken stewed with mushrooms.

"As soon as I ate it, I knew it was made by Aunt Ma. Her cooking is very delicious. I loved it and ate it."

"As soon as I heard that you didn't eat less of her food, did you always go out to make a living?"

"No, sometimes my aunt makes something that she thinks I like to eat and has never eaten it, so she asks me to eat it or brings me some. Many elderly people in this village are very friendly to me and help me a lot. ."

What An Moxue didn't know was that they only helped her because she was like her mother and grandfather, and they treated her as their descendant and treated her kindly. The saying goes that a house that accumulates good deeds will always be happy, and that's probably what it says. , it's just that An Moxue didn't know it. The good deeds of the seniors were only rewarded by the juniors.

This is one of the reasons why An Moxue's parents asked An Moxue to come back here if the situation was not good.

"It seems that you have found a good village to go to the countryside."

"Well, I think so too, oh! How many days can you stay here?"

"You have to leave tomorrow."

"So fast? Mission accomplished?"

Wu Sicheng watched An Moxue drink an enamel jar of wine, her expression remained unchanged and her speech was clear, so he knew that she had some capacity for alcohol.

"The task is not difficult, but the confidentiality level is very high. It's completed."

"Here, drink up the wine in the glass and have some more." After saying that, he drank the last wine in the glass, and Wu Sicheng also drank the wine in the glass.

"Moxue, can you still drink? If not, just stop drinking!"

"It's okay. These two bottles are fine at the moment, but any more will not work." He said, filling both people's glasses with wine.

"It's rare that you're in the mood, so I'll just drink this glass with you. Don't drink it after you finish it. There are two bottles of wine. Even though it's fruit wine, it still has a certain alcohol content. If you want to drink it, I'll drink it with you in the evening."

"Okay, let's continue drinking tonight!"