It’s Hard For a Good Wife and Mother

Why is Mo Daxi so lucky that all the good things happened to her?

Fatty Bai looked at the old storyteller Shang Yihong with an obnoxious smile, tsk, one moment he clearly hated Mo Daxi to the bone, but the next moment he smiled and patted Mo Daxi on the shoulder and praised Mo Daxi as a good girl with ambition, isn't he confused? Fortunately, she respected her very much earlier, ah! But he's also a dog who doesn't want to let go of Mo Daxi. If he is given some sunlight, he will be brilliant, and if he is squatting in a straw basket, he can lay eggs. He is really an old guy with no skin, no face and no morals!

The fat white man bit the corner of the rag on his shoulder with his yellow teeth, feeling very unwilling! But no matter how unwilling, Mo Daxi left her far behind. At the beginning, she was obviously just a poor person from the countryside, and after more than ten days, she went from the bottom of the girl to the writer. The wages of the literati in the book have also risen sharply, which made her jealous! well!

"Bai Fatty, you are a dead woman and lazy, do you still want wages!"

"Hey, come on, come on!"

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At noon, after finishing her book, Mo Dai went downstairs to eat in the shed in the backyard. Before approaching, Xiao Xiao raised her hand and waved vigorously at her, shouting: "Daxi, here and here, I will leave you Great location!"

Today's weather is still gloomy, but the wind is a bit more violent. Mo Dai looked at Xiao Xiao, the thin and tall woman was flying her hair in the wind, and her smile was extraordinarily bright.

For Xiao Xiao's kindness, Mo Dai always accepted it sincerely, so she raised the corners of her lips to show a slight smile.

Xiao Xiao blushed again inexplicably, subconsciously quickly took two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, and when he looked up again, he saw the person sitting across from him hurriedly stood up with a bowl in his hand, with a face like "Don't think about it this time." Then spray it on my mother's face" with a guarded look. Xiao Xiao's eyelids twitched suddenly, who is this? She really didn't do it on purpose last time. As for holding grudges like this?

Mo Dai sat next to Xiao Xiao, and the fat white man sitting diagonally across gave Mo Dai a disdainful look. Modai didn't care, but Xiao Xiao pouted and stared back.

There were two large pots of vegetables on the long table for eating, one pot of stir-fried shredded radish, and one pot of stewed Chinese cabbage with sliced ​​fatty meat. There are only these two pots of vegetables in total, and they will be gone after eating. Therefore, when the handymen who have lunch at Fumantang arrive at the meal time, they all look at the table in the middle of the table like a chicken blood. Those two pots of vegetables, after a while, can only dry up brown rice.

At a quarter of noon, almost as soon as the food delivery chef put the two large pots of vegetables on the table, more than a dozen pairs of chopsticks plunged into the pot of stewed Chinese cabbage with fatty pork slices like swords out of their scabbards. In a second, it depends on everyone's skills in using chopsticks. Whether it is a big lump or a small lump, they stuff soup and water into their respective bowls. Fatty Bai is especially ferocious, and I have never seen her so flexible in work. When someone else picks up a chopstick, she already has two chopsticks, and the food in her big bowl is pointy, and the fat is white. It makes people dizzy.

Mo Dai has seen such scenes of grabbing vegetables before, but she has always been a bit of a clean freak, she only picks up a few chopsticks at the beginning, and then stops picking up food. Helplessly, this woman Xiao Xiao is too passionate, and every time she takes the initiative to hold her back, every meal she eats at Fumantang is so delicious and miserable, but it is not good to take away Xiao Xiao's kindness, I have to endure it!

After eating, Mo Dai went to the second floor, where Shi Lan had prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for her. But when it was time to start writing, Mo Dai suddenly realized a problem. It wasn't that she didn't know how to use a brush, nor that she didn't know the characters of the Great Moon Dynasty, but that what she wrote was modern simplified characters, while the ones here are traditional ones. She can only recognize traditional Chinese characters but can't write them. Looking at the rice paper in front of her, Mo Dai secretly vomited blood.

It doesn't matter, write it out in simplified characters first, and translate it later if anyone doesn't know her.

Halfway through stroking the piano, Shi Lan involuntarily raised his eyes to look at Mo Dai, and saw that she was writing vigorously, her expression was very devoted, her heart became more and more appreciative, she closed her eyes and smiled slightly, and continued to play the qin.

At the end of the hour, when Fang Ling came to Mo Dai to continue the story, Mo Dai had written more than ten pages. Fang Ling was very satisfied, so he couldn't help picking up a page to read. His face darkened, and the hand holding the rice paper trembled.

Shi Lan thought it was strange, so she turned her head to look at it. After a look, she was also confused. It's not that Mo Daxi's handwriting is not good-looking, on the contrary, her handwriting is clear and elegant, very beautiful, but, Daxi She didn't know some of them, so she looked up at her suspiciously: "Daxi, what are these characters?" She seemed to know them, but in fact most of them didn't know them. If she hadn't studied with her husband for more than ten years, she would have You must think that you are ignorant and ignorant.

"This is a simplified character created by me. It's easy to write. If the storyteller doesn't know it, I can explain it to her." After Mo Dai finished speaking, she took back the rice paper from Fang Ling's hand and pressed it down for the whole time. He straightened his gown and went out.

Unsurprisingly, Fang Ling's roar came from behind him: "Mo Daxi, you have the guts. You can even write a secret letter by writing a storybook. Your father thinks that Fumantang can't do without you, so he started to push forward, right? ?”

Mo Dai's scalp was numb when she heard that, God is sorry, she really didn't have those dirty thoughts!

Seeing that Mo Dai could still walk steadily after hearing her roar, Fang Ling felt more and more that she didn't think about introspection and had premeditated, and was so angry that she wanted to tear up the dozen or so pages that Mo Dai had written just now.

"Aunt Ling, in fact, you might as well think about it. We don't know the characters written by Daxi, but don't outsiders also know them? In the future, we will learn to know these characters from Daxi. It has become a unique thing of our Fumantang, and it is not easy for outsiders to steal it, because they don't know these characters at all!"

As soon as Fang Ling heard the truth, the anger in her chest disappeared a lot, but she still expressed doubts about Mo Daxi, this stinky girl is too good at manipulating moths, she has a lot of tricks, and she can't be tolerated in the future!

At the second quarter of the hour, after Mo Dai said the sentence "Let's listen to the next chapter" and then told the guests who were about to go crazy, the old man will continue today's plot in the future books, and she will turn to the backstage to be responsible for writing the storytelling Ben Zi, because her voice was really unbearable, finally bowed deeply to the guests to express her apology.

"Your doll is not bad, I like it very much!" Someone smiled and threw her a silver coin, and Mo Dai saw that it was ten taels again, and she was very happy. After one person said so, others also threw reward money one after another. After a while, there were no less than dozens of silver coins gathered on Mo Dai's storytelling table. It was even darker.

Mo Dai once again bowed deeply to the crowd, with heat in her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Today, I can stand here and tell the story to all the guests. First of all, I have to thank the shopkeeper of Fumantang. Her young one may still be an incompetent wife-owner who made the whole family have a good meal. These rewards were given to the young one by the guest officials, and the young one borrowed flowers to present Buddha to express his gratitude to the shopkeeper!"

As soon as Mo Dai said this, she won another round of praise. Everyone said that she knew how to repay her kindness, was high-spirited and so on. Hearing that Fang Ling almost wore out her back molars, what does this stinky girl mean by "reward her?" All the money rewarded by the guests belongs to Fu Mantang, and it is too shameless to say "borrowing flowers to present Buddha"!

Fang Ling had set his sights on Modai, always thinking that if she was a little careless, she would be tricked by Modai.

Before going back, in front of Fang Ling and Shi Lan, Mo Dai handed over the dozen or so pages she had written earlier to Shang Yihong, an old storyteller. over again. Fang Ling and Shi Lan stared at the words to identify the pronunciation and spelling, and only memorized less than 10% of them after one pass. Shang Yihong didn't read the words, but just listened to them with his ears. She is worthy of being an experienced storyteller, and she memorized 50% to 60% of the story in just one pass, and the rest of the story by herself, guessing that tomorrow's storytelling will not be a big problem.

When returning home, Mo Dai went to the rice store and bought 20 catties of white rice and white noodles each, and another 20 catties of pork at the pork shop. Selling some cheap pig offal to her, Mo Dai immediately shook her head, she can have big bones, but she is not sensitive to pig offal and so on. She never ate pig offal in her previous life, so she doesn't know how to cook these dishes.

The seasonal vegetables of this season are coming out soon. The radishes and Chinese cabbage used by Fu Mantang were all harvested last year and stored for the whole winter. Chinese cabbage and some carrots were brought out together with the basket, just tonight I can stew radish and big bone soup for the whole family.

Thinking of the two little ones at home, Mo Dai couldn't help but chuckled, this time, let's buy some sweets to take home! There are not many cakes sold in this town, and the size of the snacks is absolutely monopolized. The proprietress of that shop is a villain with a lot of influence. Not far ahead, if you want to find another house, you have to walk a lot, so you can only bite the bullet and go.

"Ah—" An exclamation came from behind, and in the next second, Mo Dai saw a piece of green cloth being blown high by the wind, touching several branches, and finally fell on the branch of a big tree in front of the dim sum shop superior.

A young man in a blue shirt chased after him at a fast pace. When he saw that the piece of cloth fell a bit high, his face became a little perplexed. The constraints of this world on men are just like the restrictions on women in the feudal era in Maude's original world. Well, if the man lifted his gown and climbed a tree or something, he would be ridiculed and ridiculed.

Just as Mo Dai was thinking, she heard the owner of the dim sum shop whistling so frivolously. When the man in the blue shirt heard this, he blushed in embarrassment, but if he was asked to give up the piece of cloth, it seemed that he would not be willing to part with it.

Mo Dai really didn't think she was a kind and enthusiastic person, but she just thought of how chilling it would be if her family members also encountered this situation, but no one would help. So he put down the basket on his back, lifted the hem of the long gown and tied it around his waist, relying on Mo Daxi's previous experience, he climbed up the tree in two or three steps, took off the cloth easily and returned it to the man in blue shirt.

Suiji, the lady proprietress let out another frivolous whistle, obviously mocking and disdainfully watching a play.

Mo Dai didn't care, and didn't even raise her eyes to look at the man in the blue shirt. She put down the hem of her gown and put the basket on her back, went straight to Suiji Dim Sum Shop and asked for a catty each of croissants and mung bean cakes. That kind of money is calculated by yuan, and Modai doesn't want to buy it again.

Seeing that Modai came to buy pastries, the proprietress put away her previous sarcasm and smiled flatteringly.

When Mo Dai took the cake and left, the man in the blue shirt came up to thank her a little embarrassedly, Mo Dai smiled and didn't care, just nodded and left. But the man in the blue shirt stared blankly at her back, the blush on his face deepened a bit.

"What a good girl, isn't she?" Suiji's proprietress suddenly praised her, but she didn't know how sincere she was.

The man in the blue shirt was even more embarrassed, and left in a hurry with a basket on his shoulders.