A bowl of Meng Po soup

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After eating breakfast in a hurry, when he saw the people in front of the courtyard, a trace of hatred flashed across Duan Mu's eyes. He saw how his mother exhorted and entrusted Duan Xin, Wu Qian, and the two bastards who did not shy away. , She felt powerless in her heart.

She is her own daughter, and she only has the chance to eat chicken eggs during the festivals, but who is Duan Xinwu, but a nephew, she is treated better than her.

Duan Mu turned his head and walked ahead first, no longer looking at the two people who looked like mother and child, why didn't she see before that mother treated that beast better than herself and her two sisters, and father never said anything, just Because their sisters are daughters, but they are their own parents.

Bai looked at her daughter who left without saying a word, and felt a little more regretful in her heart. She hated that she was unlucky. She gave birth to three children, all of whom were daughters. She lied that the third child was a son because she was afraid that they would be extinct. It's still a lie, and it will never come true. The old couple will still have to rely on their two nephews to guard the mourning hall in the future.

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I received a lot of website shorts today, let me change the text

My heart hurts, I obviously didn't describe the neck below, I will cry if I talk too much, I will keep updating tomorrow, good night~

Chapter 43 The Fourth Bowl of Soup

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Running quickly, Duan Mu had no intention of waiting for Duan Xinwu, because she was afraid that she would lose control of her emotions, but some things can't just be avoided.

Today is the second day of the twelfth lunar month. As usual, an ox cart is parked at the entrance of Huaishu Village. Although it takes an hour to walk to the county town to get there, people like Duan Mu who carry mountain goods cannot live without an ox cart.

"Duan Mu, Xin Wu, the old man is waiting for you two, get in the car quickly." The old man who drove the car was surnamed Song, and was the third uncle of the village head Song Baiguan. He had been doing business outside for decades. His field was gone, so Song Baiguan bought an ox cart for the convenience of the villagers, and the driver was naturally his third uncle.

Of course, Uncle Song is not a voluntary laborer. It costs two yuan per person to make a trip to the county to make a bullock cart, and another fee is charged for the goods. The money earned during the day can fill his stomach.The old saying often says that snow does not turn cold into snow. He didn't want to go out today, but remembering that last year, he was a villager who sold mountain goods for a few days, and in order to let himself have a good year, he arrived early. The village is waiting.

"Did the third uncle have breakfast? How long have you been waiting?" Duan Mu greeted politely, then put the two coins he had prepared into the copper bowl tied to the armrest of the car, and then sat in the front seat, ignoring the situation behind him. Duan Xinwu.

Uncle Song reached out to grab the bowl neatly, and put the two copper coins in his sleeve. He glanced at his somewhat unusual cousin, shook his head slightly, and raised the bullwhip.

"Xinwu boy, come up and sit down, and you must hurry up when you enter the city."

Following Song Sanshu's yelling, Duan Xinwu also got into the bullock cart. His father worked in the county and had to pick him up and drop him off several times a month, so he didn't have to pay, and the old man would go home to settle the settlement at the end of the month.

His eyes fluttered around, and then he looked at Duan Mu unintentionally, he didn't know where he offended this cousin, so it's fine if he didn't say a word early in the morning, and put on a bad face for someone to see.

Duan Xinwu turned his head angrily, the corners of his mouth curled up again after a while, he hadn't been to the city for a long time, and he didn't know if the woman was at home, so he could have a good time then.

More than half an hour later, the ox cart stopped outside Bianhe County, and Duan Mu and Duan Xinwu carried their mountain goods into the city, turned a few turns, and walked under a bridge. On both sides of the road, there are all kinds of goods piled up on the ground or on the wooden boards. Occasionally, someone will shout when they pass by.

After finding a vacant seat, Duan Mu looked at the once familiar street. He had never looked at it seriously before, but now his eyes were full of sadness.

After arranging the things, before she had time to squat down, the restless person beside her spoke impatiently.

Duan Xinwu thought of the woman he met in the alley last time, and couldn't help feeling angry. He put the things on the ground and stood up, then looked at his cousin who had been stunned: "Good brother, I There are other things to do, and I will leave them to you here." After speaking, regardless of whether Duan Mu agreed or not, he dusted off the dust on his body and left.

Duan Mu looked at the hurried figure, and began to recall the past in his mind. At that time, many things had not happened, and she had a good relationship with this good cousin. Occasionally, this person would also complain about his affairs in the county. .

Thinking of this, she frowned and had some guesses. If she really provoked another wife, if someone broke her, would this good cousin be sent to prison.With cares in my heart, I can't help but feel a little anxious on my feet, but what about the mountain goods in this place.

When he was helplessly about to give up his thoughts, when Duan Mu looked up and saw the person stopped in front of him, he was overjoyed: "Qing Zhi, you came just in time, please take care of me, I will come as soon as I go."

After a while, Gu Qingzhi and his maid stood in front of a pile of mountain goods and looked at each other, looking out of place with the people around them.She came out to pick out some jewelry, and saw a figure like Duan Mu from a distance, and remembered the unclear letter from yesterday, so she followed all the way, before she even said a word, she became like this.

Furthermore, although they have met several times, they have not yet gotten to know this level of familiarity. Seeing that the man called her by her name so familiarly and smoothly, it is possible that they also have the same thoughts as themselves in private, that is, What about that letter.

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