It’s Hard For a Good Wife and Mother

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The sentence "Mother, I want her" made Fang Ling greatly irritated, he couldn't hold back, the wine in his mouth sprayed out, and it just sprayed on Shi Lan's face, Shi Lan didn't even blink his eyes, just faintly Said: "Aunt Ling, it's dirty."

On the surface, Shi Lan's words meant that Fang Ling's spewed wine and saliva were dirty, but in fact, he was secretly satirizing Fang Ling's spiritual impurity, so Fang Ling's old face couldn't bear it anymore, and he coughed on purpose Clear your throat a few times.

"Lan'er, don't be rude, Aunt Ling is an elder!" Ruan Gan, Shi Xiyan's great husband, couldn't help scolding Shi Lan, "Apologize to Aunt Ling soon!"

Shi Lan took the soft handkerchief handed over by the servant beside him, wiped the wine off his face, smiled and said to Fang Ling: "Aunt Ling, it's my niece who said you were dirty just now, and my niece is here to apologize to you!"

"Ahem, where, where, Aunt Ling knows that you are innocent, hahaha, come here, cousin, first cousin, second cousin, third cousin, let's eat and drink!" Fang Ling brought the topic over.

Shi Lan secretly scolded Fang Ling as an old fox in his heart.

"Mother, I really like that Mo Daxi, let her work as an errand in our house, and the younger brothers also like her very much, don't you Wenxuan, Wenang?" The younger brother also moved out. As soon as she said this, Shi Wenxuan and Shi Wenang blushed immediately.

"Lan'er! The more you talk, the more presumptuous you are! Your two younger brothers are still in the boudoir, what are you talking about?" Ruan Gan angrily scolded Shi Lan this time.

Shi Xiyan was also displeased, and she frowned slightly, but turned her finger on her three husbands: "You guys are all used to it!"

Shi Lan is the eldest daughter of the Shi family, and she has been weak since she was a child. Shi Xiyan and her three husbands, Ruan Gan, Ruan Zhong, and Ruan Kun, dote on her a little on weekdays. Shi Lan will give whatever she wants, and her two younger brothers will also let her go. she.

"Lan'er, Mo Daxi is already married. There are three father-in-laws and two children. It is said that another husband-in-law is pregnant. She is really not suitable to work in Shi's residence!" Fang Ling looked at the atmosphere at the table. It's so cold, so he hurriedly smoothed things over, "If you really like listening to her storytelling, you can come to Fumantang to listen to it every day, and it's good to relax by the way!"

"Your aunt Ling is right, you are eighteen, don't make trouble like a child!" Seeing Shi Lan's sullen face and losing his temper, Shi Xiyan couldn't bear it again, so she lowered her tone.

"I want to live in Fumantang!" Shi Lan put forward the condition immediately, and said it confidently, "I am weak, and the rain today will not stop. If I go back in the rain, I am afraid that the cold will enter my body, and I will be seriously ill by then. Mother and father will have to worry again!"

Shi Lan put on a filial expression of thinking about his mother and father, but Fang Ling found it funny when he heard it. Since he was afraid of the cold air entering his body, why would he come to Fumantang in the rain? What a little fox!

Shi Lan was finally allowed to live in Fumantang, but Fang Ling didn't tell her that Mo Daxi actually had to go home every day.

At the end of the day, Mo Dai once again came to the stage to tell a book. Last time she talked about passion, this time she changed to the strategy "Straw Boat Borrowing Arrows". Naturally, Zhuge Liang in it turned into a female military adviser in the world of female venerables.

Although those who listen to the book still want to listen to "Wu Niang Fighting the Tiger" and throw a teacup to enjoy it, but this "Straw Boat Borrowing Arrows" is also very exciting. Seeing that delicate girl calm and calm on the stage, talking and talking, she brought them to a vast world that they had never imagined, where there may be thousands of troops, or have profound strategies, or point out the country. , or strategizing, every character became lively and lifelike in her narration, and everyone present was dumbfounded and couldn't stop listening to it.

After another listening session, those who listened to the book took out silver coins and threw them into the copper bowl brought by Wu Lian. I don't know which rich and powerful woman suddenly smashed out a silver ingot of ten taels, and shouted strangely: "Let that girl come out and continue talking, I haven't heard enough!"

The words stirred up a thousand waves, and most of the people also threw silver coins into the copper bowl, coaxing Mo Dai to come out and continue talking.

Mo Dai went back to the backyard, drank some water to moisten her throat, and was about to put on her coir raincoat and go home, but she didn't want to be stopped by Fang Ling. Fang Ling threw her a silver ingot of ten taels, and said with a smile, "Daxi, you are so angry!" , don’t go back, stay here, let’s talk again tonight, this is your reward, your monthly knife performance plus the money for each storytelling will not be missed, how about it?”

Mo Dai glanced at the silver ingot, saying that she was not happy would be a lie, she swallowed, deliberately ignoring the discomfort in her throat: "All right, but, shopkeeper, you have to send someone to report to my house , I'm afraid my family will worry!"

Fang Ling cast a sideways glance at Mo Dai, and said mockingly, "Why, are you afraid that your three husbands are worried? You're so petty, it's nothing if you don't go home for a day or two..."

"Then I still won't accept the silver, I'm going home." Hearing what Fang Ling said, Mo Dai returned the silver ingot to her directly.

"Tsk, that's all right, all right, I'll send someone to report the news. This girl is not very big, but she really loves her family!"

"Thank you, shopkeeper!" Mo Dai clenched the silver ingot tightly in her hand, thinking about gritting her teeth and fighting, wondering if she could earn enough money for the family to build a new house.

At the same time, Modai talked about the third scene on the second floor with the lights on.

The rain outside the building has not stopped, not only has it not stopped, but it is getting bigger and bigger. The cold wind also blew violently along with the rain, making the signboards and flags hanging outside the doors of various shops roar like ghosts.

Mo Dai continued to talk about strategies, taking advantage of the violent wind and rain outside, she talked about "Empty City Strategies". Modai doesn't know how to play the qin. When she talked about the female military commander facing thousands of enemy troops and sitting calmly on the top of the city, burning incense and playing the qin, she used her voice to imitate the sound of the qin and hummed for a while. Heard the sound of the piano. This real piano sound made everyone turn their heads to look at a certain box, where the piano sound came from.

The player who played the qin was very proficient in rhythm, and he was also skilled in the art of playing the qin. The sound he played was exactly "House of Flying Daggers" hummed by Mo Dai, because he only listened to the short passage from slow to urgent, so the player who played the qin He kept playing that short passage repeatedly, but this was enough to exaggerate the atmosphere of the storytelling. Mo Dai glanced at the crystal curtain, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and continued to speak.

Finally, when the talk came to an end, Mo Dai was too tired to say another word, but everyone still had more to say, complaining that the time passed too fast, and all shouting that they would come to listen again tomorrow.

Mo Dai drank a pot of tea and felt her throat feel better. When she was thinking about where she was going to rest today, Fang Ling stopped her and asked Wu Lian to take her to the exclusive box of the Shi family.

Except for Shi Lan who stayed in Fumantang, all the members of the Shi family have gone back. When Mo Dai entered, she found that Shi Lan was sitting cross-legged in front of a guqin. It was obvious that Shi Lan was playing the piano just now.

"Do I play the piano well?" Shi Lan asked head-on.

"..." Mo Dai nodded.

"How about my cooperation with you? It's the joke tonight. Of course, if the jokes I said during the day can also be accompanied by the sound of the piano, that would be great!"

"..." After thinking about it, Mo Dai thought it was feasible, so she nodded again.

"Well, you hum the tune, I'll play it!" Shi Lan was extremely excited, regardless of his own weakness, he jumped up and ran in front of Modai, looking at her expectantly like a child.

Mo Dai pursed her lips and thought to herself, can we discuss it tomorrow, please let her sleep first? But she knew that the person in front of her was not an ordinary person, and she couldn't afford to offend a commoner.

"Cough, good." Mo Dai coughed, then sat down at the table and hummed the whole song.

Shi Lan is indeed a master of melody. After Mo Dai only hummed it once, she memorized it completely and played it completely. After she finished playing, she happily asked: "Hey, Mo Daxi, did you hear me play it well?" How?" Looking up to Modai, she found that she had fallen asleep lying on the table at some point.

Shi Lan called the servant outside the door to move Mo Dai to sleep on the bed, and he also lay beside her with his clothes on. As soon as she lay down, she felt a faint sweet fragrance wafting from Modai's body, like a flower fragrance, but it was not any kind of flower fragrance she was familiar with. It smelled very good and made her feel very calm.

Shi Lan thought, she really likes her very much!

The next day, the rain still did not stop, and Fumantang was still full.

Modai spoke three more times, in the same order as yesterday, first "Wu Niang Fights the Tiger", then "Straw Boat Borrowing Arrows", and finally "Empty City Strategies". Modai's voice is a bit hoarse today, but it doesn't affect the storytelling. On the contrary, some guests said that Modai's hoarse voice sounds more mature and the effect is better.

Modai also laughed, only she knew that she was too hard yesterday, and now when she speaks loudly, she will feel a little itchy.

Because of the accompaniment of Shi Lan's piano music, "Empty City Strategies" was very exciting for the guests to listen to, and the rewards increased a lot. Fang Ling was also kind, and today he gave Mo Dai another ten taels of silver as a reward. Of course, this was because Mo Dai earned more silver for Fu Mantang.

On this day, Mo Dai stayed at Fumantang again.

Mo Daxi's house.

In the west ear room, Mo Wufeng soaked the handkerchief in cold water again, then wrung it dry and placed it on Mo Xiaoyu's forehead.

Mo Xiaoyi and Mo Wuyun and Mo Wuqing slept in the east ear room today, while Xu Shaolin and Mo Wufeng stayed in the west ear room to take care of the sick Mo Xiaoyu.

Yesterday morning, Mo Dai asked Xu Shaolin to boil a bowl of **** soup for Mo Xiaoyu to drink. Xu Shaolin did boil it, but the child didn't like it too spicy. Xu Shaolin saw that he was in good spirits and didn't look like he would be sick, so he didn't force him to drink. However, at night, Mo Xiaoyu developed a fever, calling out cold for a while and hot for a while. Xu Shaolin felt a little regretful that he didn't listen to Modai's words. It was raining late at night, and he couldn't go to the town to find a doctor. He could only use a cold veil to cool him down, and wrapped him tightly with a quilt, thinking that maybe he would sweat a lot. Enough.

After staying like this until dawn, Mo Xiaoyu's fever finally dropped a little. Xu Shaolin thought that there would be no serious problem, but at night Mo Xiaoyu's fever returned.

"Father, your leg hurts, you should rest earlier, I'll just watch Xiaoyu!" Mo Wufeng said while tucking the quilt for Mo Xiaoyu.

"It's okay, I'm old, I sleep less, dad is not sleepy, if you are sleepy, go to sleep for a while, dad come and watch!" Xu Shaolin thumped his leg, then stretched out his hand to touch Mo Xiaoyu's forehead, still very hot. Alas, it's all because he didn't listen to Daxi's words, the older he gets, the more useless he becomes!

Mo Wufeng saw Xu Shaolin's bitter expression in his eyes, and felt very uncomfortable, but he was born stupid and couldn't comfort others, so he could only accompany him silently.

The pottery basin on the kang was already half full, and any more dripping water would splash out. Mo Wufeng got up and went out to get an empty one to replace, and took out the half full one and poured it out.

Looking at the smeared rain curtain, Mo Wufeng felt very uneasy, not knowing when the rain would pass. For a moment, he thought of the face of his wife, Mo Daxi, and secretly hoped that she would come back soon.

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