Dressed as the uncle of farming culture

"Brother...don't drink."

There are three bowls.

In the kitchen of Mo's family, Mo Cai looked at Mo Cheng who was no longer blushing but was pouring water all the time with a speechless face.

This is not thirsty, it is obviously shy.

Regardless of Mo Cai's young age, he has experienced many things.

"Fall again."

Putting down the bowl with a snap, Mo Cheng belched.

Mo just wanted to laugh, after all, it is really funny for a serious person to hiccup in front of his face.

"If you drink too much, you have to go to the latrine," Mo Cai finished, and Mo Cheng took the bowl to his side, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, "Forget it."

This hut has not been repaired by Mo Cai yet, every time he goes there, Mo Cheng feels very uncomfortable.

The farmhouse's hut is different from theirs in the city.

Just two planks, and below that is...

Can't think about it any more, Mo Cheng was about to leave when Mo Cai took his bowl and poured a bowl of water.

"I don't drink anymore."

Mo Cheng frowned.

Mo Cai looked up, "Didn't brother Xiao want to drink?"

Mo Cheng moved his fingers slightly, recalling the scene just now, then glared at Mo Cai, "I used this bowl before! Get him a clean bowl!"

Mo Cai: ...that's not what your face said.

However, he still took a clean bowl, poured water, and was brought to the wing by Mo Cheng.

Seeing that Xiao Le was still eating there like a normal person, Mo Cheng kept telling himself in his heart that it was an accident just now, this is still a child, and he doesn't understand anything.

In my heart: it was an accident...

Brain: It seems that I touched my tongue just now, it's so soft...

He shook his head vigorously.

"Have a headache?"

Xiao Le looked at his actions suspiciously.

"No, my neck is a bit uncomfortable."

Mo Cheng put down the water bowl.

"Then let me rub it for you. My father often feels uncomfortable in his neck and shoulders. I will give him a massage. Brother Mo Cheng, please sit down."

When he said this, Xiao Le had already stood up and wiped his fingers with the handkerchief Mo Cheng gave him.

Mo Cheng glanced at his pretty fingers, and when he came to his senses, he had already sat down.

And Xiao Le's fingers with a scent of pastries were already on his shoulders, pressing gently.

Not heavy, not very comfortable, but quite itchy.

Mo Cheng enjoyed it sullenly, his ears turning red secretly.

After glancing at his ears, Xiao Le showed his big white teeth, and suddenly pinched the back of Mo Cheng's neck with his right hand.

The moment Mo Cheng almost stood up, Xiao Le's left hand pressed his shoulder, "Don't you have a neck discomfort? Don't move."

"I……"

Mo Cheng's shoulders shrank, and his whole body was numb. It felt terrible, but also extremely comfortable.

"Is it strong enough?"

Xiao Le is still asking.

Mo Cheng: "...that's enough."

"Okay." After about a cup of tea, Xiao Le withdrew his hand, "Is it comfortable? Both my parents agree with my craft! But I only gave it to my parents, and you are the third."

These words made Mo Cheng feel more refreshed.

After Xiao Le finished speaking, he coughed a few more times. Seeing this, Mo Cheng took out the pills and told him to take a few pills quickly.

Xiao Le took the medicine with the water Mo Cheng brought in just now.

But no more pastries.

"It's almost over."

he said.

"Then we'll eat later," Mo Cheng didn't realize that he was very tolerant towards Xiao Le, but Mo Cai who came over to serve the plate did.

When he walked out of the wing, he made a strange expression on his face, which was very funny.

It's also fortunate that his back was facing the two of them, otherwise Mo Cai would be scolded by Mo Cheng again.

Mrs. Xiao and Chen Xiaomei just put the hoe aside and sat under the tree to rest.

"Drink."

Mrs. Xiao handed over the bamboo tube.

Chen Xiaomei took it in silence, took a sip and handed it back, "Sister San, I'd better go back."

She has a low voice.

"Why, Sanjie has only been here for a few hours, and you want to go back?"

Mrs. Xiao made fun of her.

"No," Chen Xiaomei pursed her lips, "I know you are worried about me, but I really don't have a moment."

"You're fine, you almost hit your leg just now? What were you thinking? Besides, I really remembered," Mrs. Xiao looked at her, "Do you have something else to hide from me?"

Chen Xiaomei lowered her head, "No."

"You must have something to do," Mrs. Xiao poked her shoulder, "You treat me like I've brought you up for so many years." It's common for older children to bring younger children.

Chen Xiaomei was brought up by Aunt Xiao.

"I'm really fine," Chen Xiaomei stood up and picked up the hoe, "I'm done resting."

After speaking, I went to work.

Looking at her back, Mrs. Xiao remembered that she was not so thin when the child was still there, but now she is so thin that she is almost out of shape, and she doesn't talk much except for working hard all day long.

Aunt Xiao sighed, picked up the hoe and walked over, thinking that she couldn't let the other party go, she had to tell the story.

This is stuffy in my heart, when will it be a head.

Xiao Le was left at Mo's house for dinner at noon, and Boss Xiao was almost left behind because he ran away.

Xiao Shuang came back with a small wooden bucket, but he didn't see Xiao Le, so he used the method Xiao Le taught to make roasted small miscellaneous fish with spiced leaves, and kept a small bowl on his table, and he sent the rest to Mo's house.

He didn't eat and ran away.

Xiao Le looked at the bowl of small fish, "I'd better go back and eat."

Mo Cheng heard the words and looked over, and then looked at Mo Cai.

Mo just took a sip of the soup, "Maybe you didn't cook your meals when you go home now, so let's eat here, isn't the food not to your liking?"

"No," Xiao Le was a little embarrassed, "I seem to eat at your place every day, so I'm a little embarrassed."

"We are friends," Mo Cheng said at this moment, and he even picked up a piece of fish for Xiao Le, "I'm very happy that you can stay for dinner."

"Yes," Mo Cai betrayed Mo Cheng without hesitation, "Brother Xiao, if you don't come to eat at home, my brother won't eat much."

"Really?"

Xiao Le looked at Mo Cheng with a look of surprise, "Are you picky about food?"

Mo Cheng took a deep breath, and secretly stared at Mo Cai.

"My brother is not a picky eater either," Mo Cai quickly explained, "It's just a lack of appetite."

Xiao Le looked at the dishes on the table, there were vegetarian dishes, there were fish, what a delicious dish, "Oh my god, brother Mo Cheng, you eat like New Year every day, why don't you eat it?"

"Eat," Mo Cheng said, and pushed the bowl in front of Mo Cai, "One more bowl."

Express yourself with actions.

Mo Cai went to the kitchen to feed him with a smile.

"You should eat more," Xiao Leyu said earnestly, "It's good for your health."

"Okay, so are you."

Mo Cheng picked another piece of fish for him, "I don't like to eat medicinal food, so I asked Mo Cai to make medicinal cake."

After a pause, he said, "I'm very happy that you often come to eat."

"I'm happy too." Xiao Le ate the fish he brought over. He didn't know how Mo Cai did it, but there was no small fishbone. "I also like playing with Brother Mo Cheng very much. He cooks well, and so does the pastry."

"Of course, I still like him not because of these things," Xiao Le felt that what he said was too one-sided, so he couldn't help explaining.

"That's all I have." Mo Cai came over and heard this, but he didn't refute, "What about my brother, why do you like me playing with my brother?"

Mo Cheng took the rice bowl, picked up a small miscellaneous fish with spiced leaves, and refused to eat it. He just hung his head like this and pricked up his ears to hear what Xiao Le had to say.

"do not know."

I don't want Xiao Le to say that.

Mo Cheng was a little disappointed.

"The first time I saw him, I liked him very much and really wanted to get close to him," Xiao Le held the bowl with a bit of confusion on his face, "My brother said, this shows that I have a fate with Brother Mo Cheng. People get tired of looking at each other, some people fall in love with each other immediately, Brother Mo Cheng and I belong to the latter group."

"Eat some more," Mo Cheng added food to Xiao Le.

Mo Cai was also surprised, because Mo Cheng felt the same way towards Xiao Le.

This is really rare.

After eating, the medicine cake was brought up.

Xiao Le was full and didn't really want to eat.

But he didn't cough, and Mo Cheng didn't force him.

"Want to hear a story?"

He took a story book and said to the drowsy Xiao Le.

After the day heats up, it is easy to feel sleepy after eating.

"Think," Xiao Le pulled himself together and sat up to listen.

Mo Cheng's voice was nice, but the story wasn't that good, Xiao Le fell down on the ground after listening to it, and started snoring not long after.

Seeing this, Mo Cheng quietly left the wing room, took the scripture book to the main room, and said to Mo Cai who was reading medical books, "Your scripture book is not interesting at all."

As he spoke, he put the script on the table.

He frowned and looked at Mo Cai, as if the other party had done something heinous.

"I said brother." Mo Cai was extremely wronged, "I didn't write this, and besides, this is already the most popular book in the county bookstore recently."

If you ask him to buy a script, he will naturally buy the best-selling script in the bookstore.

"I don't know what to write," Mo Cheng criticized, and then said, "It's unsightly!"

Mo Cai: ...

"Drink some wild chrysanthemum tea to lighten the fire?"

He said weakly.

There are still dried wild chrysanthemums from last year.

Mo Cheng snorted softly, and strode away from the main room with his hands behind his back.

Mo Cai picked up the scripture book and flipped through a few pages, "Not bad, it's so unsightly."

As he said that, he didn't even read the medical books, and read the scripts in his arms, and even cried.

Xiao Le looked curiously at Mo Cai who had red and swollen eyes but avoided his gaze.

After he woke up, Mo Cheng also closed his eyes at the table to rest his mind, and the two of them came out to wash their faces, and as soon as they entered the main room, Xiao Le felt that something was wrong with Mo Cai's eyes.

"I'm going to make tea."

Mo Cai grabbed the medical books and story books and ran away.

"You hit him?"

Xiao Le asked Mo Cheng.

"I don't hit people," Mo Cheng frowned, and looked into the yard, "I just said a few words to him, and he cried like this?"

Never seen him like this before.

"Did you say that," Xiao Le said with a cold face, pointing at the courtyard door, "You trash, get lost!"

After speaking, he looked at Mo Cheng again, "Is it like this?"

"...I didn't." Mo Cheng was a little wronged, but his tone was eager, "I have always regarded him as my younger brother. Although he is stupid, I never let others bully him since I was a child."

"Being a younger brother? Wasn't he born with your mother?"

Xiao Le's eyes widened.

"...is my nanny's son, but we are almost like brothers," Mo Cheng touched his nose, and began to reflect on whether what he said just now was a bit too much.

As he said that, he repeated to Xiao Le what he said to Mo Cai in the main room.

Xiao Le scratched his head, "No way, what you said is the truth, these words are not interesting at all."

"Have you already said that?" Mo Cheng frowned slightly.

"Just ask, you are brothers, you can't have conflicts over such a trivial matter," Xiao Le said as a peacemaker.

"I called him over."

Mo Cheng called Mo Cai to the main room.

Mo was afraid that they would see his eyes, so he walked in with his head down all the way.

"Mo Cai, Brother Mo Cheng knows he was wrong, so don't be angry with him."

"what?"

Mo Cai raised his head in surprise.

The red and swollen eyes made Mo Cheng purse his lips, "I'm sorry, I was just talking about it, and I didn't mention you."

"what?"

Mo Cai was even more confused, "What are you talking about?"

"Then why are you crying?"

Xiao Le asked.

Mo Cai blushed, and understood that they had misunderstood. Thinking about Mo Cai's apology for such a small matter, he was even more embarrassed, "I read the script, I cried."

Mo Cheng: ...

"Is this script so beautiful?"

We all cried!Xiao Le was shocked.

"It's so beautiful!" Mo Cai remembered the story in the storybook, and began to feel uncomfortable again, "I have never read such a beautiful storybook!"

"Really? Brother Mo Cheng, please continue to tell me what you said later," Xiao Le stretched out his hand and pulled Mo Cheng's sleeve, urging him.

Mo Cheng asked Mo Cai to bring the script and talked to Xiao Le for an hour.

Xiao Le lay on the table as he heard it, not at all energetic.

"That's why Mo thinks what's so good about it? Isn't it just a scholar who has won a scholar through his own efforts?"

Mo Cheng didn't know either, "Maybe it's to move the scholar to work hard?"

"Striving hard?"

Xiao Le sat up and held his face with his hands.

"possible."

Mo Cheng didn't feel much about this story.

"Mo Cai said that this storybook is the best seller." Xiao Le's eyes became brighter and brighter, "Then I can also write a storybook!"

"What do you want to write?"

"But I don't know many words," Xiao Le sighed again.

"It's okay, I'll write it for you," Mo Cheng comforted, "Just give me a little money."

"Really?"

Xiao Le's eyes lit up again.

"Then I will write about a sick man. Although he is very sick and vomits blood from time to time, he is very motivated! He improves his literary quality through reading, and then he is selected as a scholar and accepts many students. A Juren! After he dies, those students line up to pay homage to him!"

Xiao Le spoke louder and louder, "Brother Mo Cheng, aren't you very motivated!"

"Not bad!"

Mo Cheng thought it was better than the one just now.

"Then do you think this person is more like who?"

Xiao Le asked a little shyly.

Mo Cheng looked at him with a smile, "You."

"Yes, yes, I just think of me as his, so how many wives do you think it would be better for him to have?"

The smile on Mo Cheng's face gradually disappeared, "What lady?"

"It's just getting married. Isn't it said that scholars are romantic? Then you can't have wives and concubines?"

Xiao Le stretched out his hand and counted, "How about one wife and ten concubines?"

Mo Cheng heheed, "His body is panting three times, and he still wants to get married? Wouldn't it be better to be a good wife?"