Chapter 88:

Uh, I just wanted to tell Mu Hi-zhi somebody came over the wall and went to her house: "Brother, uncle Wang Cai, they picked up someone back today!"
Hibiscus' face turned cold: "They didn't tell you in advance?"
Er, her brother, do you want to be so smart? Now it ’s getting more and more confusing: "Brother, rest assured, I have fined their monthly money."
Hibiscus thinks that she still has to beat some people, isn't this bullying his sister too young? Wen Yan laughed and said, "Yes, even the owner should punish him without asking."
"Brother, see you in a while, see that the clothes don't look like ordinary people." Mu Rouzang came from now to the present, and the only child of the rich family he saw was Yang Zixuan. She couldn't eat what Su Ruirui was. Brother went to slap his eyes.
He glanced coldly at Wangcai's wife with a cold look: "Wangcai, my sister is young, but it doesn't mean you can fool her casually. If this happens again in the future, it will never be light."
After saying that, pull up Mu Roosang's little hand: "Go, take your brother to see!"
Mu Rou Sang reached out to the West Chamber, silently held by Hibiscus, the little tail behind him swayed, my brother was mighty!
The two entered the second north room of the West Chamber, and Su Ruirui had already sat up against the chest of drawers. The orange light was stained with that ice face even more magnificent.
The two brothers and sisters came to his uncle, and Su Ruirui looked up at Mu Hibiscus and Mu Ruosang, and his eyes fell on the two small hands he was holding.
"Su Ruirui, this is my brother!"
The eyes of hibiscus were faint, this Su Gongzi was a trainee: "Here is the hibiscus!"
Su Ruirui faced him coldly: "Su Ruirui!"
He didn't care what Su Gongzi's attitude was: "Listening to Sister She said you are not feeling well, but it's better!"
"Seven days!" He still cherished words.
The two brothers and sisters looked at each other, and Hibiscus smiled, "That's the case, please ask Su Gongzi to stay for a few more days. The mountain and countryside only have some coarse tea and rice. I also hope Su Gongzi will not dislike it."
"I've called Wangcai Auntie to clean up the Dongxiang Room. Picking up books later will take you to your room!"
Mu Rouzang looked at his stinking face and wondered if it was because he was letting him sleep.
Su Ruirui's face eased a little, but such a slight change, the two brothers and sisters standing opposite him didn't see it: "Big thanks!"
Behind the back of his left hand, Mu Rou Sang quietly raised his to the sky, scorned Su Ruirui, a proud man, and said no gratitude ... meaning that he could only be grateful in his heart. Doing business at a loss again.
Walking through the great gods' forehead, is this also a loss-making business? She's been out of woolen gold and expensive things, and those spiritual springs have been blindly placed in the space, which is a rare way to accumulate Yinde.
In this way, Mufu is still as usual, except for a younger son of Jin Gui. Taohua probably knows that her house has been in trouble for the past two days, and she will not come to her house.
The next day, when Su Ruirui woke up and looked at his robe, he could only sit in the room when he got up. He went to the east and opened the window. In his eyes was a pond with some small fish and shrimp swimming in it. Moving, sporadic green leaves of lotus leaves were sporadically scattered. It turned out to be a lotus pond. The spring breeze blew, ripples appeared on the surface of the pool, and Xiao He's pointed tip swayed slightly.
He picked up the book, pushed the door, and saw him leaning against the window and looking out: "My son is awake! The little one has brought you clothes."
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Su Ruirui took over the clothes and found that they were two sets of fine cotton cloth collars, one set of black, one set of crow blue, and the collar of black border was all embroidered with light green bamboo leaves and white orchids. As soon as I wore it, I fastened the belt and found that there were a few light green bamboo branches embroidered on the right hem of the gown. Looking at the embroidery work, I wondered if it was the cook's craftsmanship.
Picking up books As I have seen a lot of students on Hibiscus, this insightful ability has become even better: "Back to the boy, these two gowns were made overnight by my girl, and they were a little humble. I hope the boy will not be disgusted. "
That little girl? Su Ruirui thought of that little bit of love, and smiled slightly.
Stuck for a while, the Su Gongzi laughed to make Baihua laugh.
Su Ruirui was in a good mood and took another one to shake it off. In the same style, the hem of the crow blue gown was embroidered with a few orchids. It was simple and elegant, and you can see that the owner of this mansion is elegant.
If he knows that silver is more important in Mu Rouzang's eyes, and he doesn't know what to think about it, it's also because they don't know how much time it usually takes for such clothes to be made. The inlaid pattern was prepared by Mu Rou Sang for the hibiscus.
Under the service of picking up books, Su Ruiru got dressed and went out of the East Chamber. No one in the courtyard looked at the picking up books.
"My son, my master is still studying at Liu Fuzi in the next village. My girl is now preparing my ingredients in the kitchen with my mother."
When he raised Liu Fuzi, Su Ruirui's thick eyebrows moved slightly, and he didn't see the book that he bent back to answer, and then he turned indifferently and walked towards the edge of Taolin. The trees were scattered. The little pink flowers that popped up, and you can admire this beauty a few days later, but unfortunately he probably can't see it.
"How long have you been reading?"
It is a pity that picking up books is not Mu Rouzang, but also a child who is only eleven years old. How can he hear the other meaning in his words.
"After returning to the son's words, I have read it for a year, and Master Liu admires my master very much."
Su Ruiru nodded, he turned his head to look to the west, as if looking at the hill, but also to the mountain village on the other side of the hill. The spring breeze raised his black silk, and began to glow with golden light in the sun.
Sang prepared for breakfast and came over, and saw the beautiful scene just now: "You are here!"
The crunchy voice wafts in the spring breeze, clear and tender! Su Ruirui's pupils shrank, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly inconspicuously.
"Ok!"
For his character worth thousands of dollars Rou Sang has become accustomed to!
"Breakfast is ready to be delivered to the room!"
Su Ruirui glanced at her and turned to leave, and then stepped back and said, "I love pasta!"
Mu Rouzang silently looked at the step that was taking a leap, and the back helped by the book was silent. It turned out that he was the son of Jin Gui from the high-ranking family. Didn't he just give him two meals of porridge? I offered to change meals.
She didn't know the golden peacock from which Su Ruirui jumped out. She only hoped that he would be better and hurry to leave, her small door and small family could not provoke the gods of all sizes.
Su Ruirui also has a faulty "house", which has been out for a while since morning, and has been nesting in the guest room all day, except for picking up a book to go to Maokeng to show respect.
Mu Rouzang is very busy, she has no time to pay attention to this uncle, because Uncle Wang Cai and Grandpa Zhao Shi cut some bamboo and dug some tender bamboo shoots to be returned by Grandpa Zhao Shi first.
Grandmother Zhao Shi just entered the main courtyard. Mu Rouzang heard the movement and ran out: "Grandpa Zhao is back?"
"Girl, today we found a large bamboo forest and dug a lot of young bamboo shoots." He threw a large bundle of green bamboo to the ground and pushed down the large basket on his shoulder.
Mu Rouzang stepped forward and wanted to look around. Grandpa Zhaoshi reached out and stopped: "Girl, be careful, the hair on the bamboo shoots is piercing. The girl is thin and tender, be careful!"
"So much, when did you go up the mountain!"
"As soon as the fish pan is white, I will go up the mountain!"
Wangcai's wife heard the movement coming out of the kitchen yard: "Daddy, you dug so many bamboo shoots in the morning! Why didn't you come back with you?"
Grandpa Zhaoshi laughed: "I was worried that the girl wanted this tender shoot for urgent use, and just chopped a bunch of bamboo poles, so I went down the mountain first, and when I got back, I went up the mountain to find him. Girl, do you want a mountain vine? There is a large vine beside this bamboo forest. On that day, I heard the girl thinking that she wanted to plant two rows of vines on the bamboo fence in front of the yard. "
Mu Rou Sang was happy when I heard it. With grape vines and the like, there will be grape filling in the next year: "Naturally, if you have time to look for strawberry seedlings, you do n’t need too much, enough for me to plant outside the western window It's a short stubble! "
"Girls rest assured that these peach trees were planted only this year. There is no need to destroy the extra branches. There are not many things in the field. Before dinner yesterday, Wangcai had already seen them. Millet had germinated, as long as it remained. In this weather, it will not be long before we plant rice in the field. "
Most of the sunny days this spring, and often a few drizzle after a few days, the villagers were so happy that they couldn't stop talking every day.
"Cheng, you look at the arrangement in the field. Only Uncle Wang Cai will be alone, I'm afraid he won't be busy."
Grandpa Zhaoshi laughed: "How did the girl forget the old slave and the prosperous daughter-in-law, and both the old slave and her can plant rice in the field."
Mu Rouzang thinks that one is an old man and one is a woman. It is too hard to transplant seedlings in Shimoda. She still wants to spend a little more money and ask a few people to finish it quickly, but it is too early to mention it.
"Wang Cai Zongzi, you take this basket of bamboo shoots to the kitchen. Let's make pickled pickled bamboo shoots. Spring people are lazy and don't like to eat meals, which is just for appetizers.
"By the way, I'm afraid Grandpa Zhao and Uncle Wangcai could not come back for lunch in time at noon. Wangcai sister-in-law, you can give them some pastries with lotus leaves and bring a bamboo tube of herbal tea to quench your thirst.
Wangcai's daughter-in-law and Grandpa Zhaoshi carried the tender bamboo shoots into the kitchen. Mu Rouzang already packed some sweets with lotus leaves and padded the belly for the two.
Grandpa Zhaoshi happily drank the pastry and drank the bamboo tube, and the daughter-in-law of Wangcai usually only made bamboo shoots to eat. He did not know what Mu Rouzang said: "Girl, how do you get these tender bamboo shoots? ? "
"Ah, peel off the coats of these bamboo shoots, wash them and slice them into thin slices. Let me boil two pots of boiling water."
Wangcai's daughter-in-law saw a dozen bamboo shoots: "Girl, let the slaves come!"
Mu Rou Sang smiled: "Wang Cai, sister-in-law, I'm afraid it will be noon when we finish this!"
The kitchen door was dark, and the two looked up. Su Ruirui was leaning against the door, and he didn't know where to pick up the books!
"Why are you up!"
Su Ruirui's expressionless eyes flashed a little curious, and he looked into the basket and wondered what the two were going to do: "Sad!"
Wangcai's daughter-in-law has moved out of a chair in front of the stove: "If the son isn't disappointed, you can sit down and watch us."
Su Ruirui did not know what poison was in it. Although he detoxified after drinking the space water, he did not seem to recover instantly as if he had taken a divine medicine: "How much?"
Wangcai's daughter-in-law smiled: "Our girl said that it was made of sour bamboo shoots, and slaves have never eaten it!"
His eyes fell on Mu Rouzang's small head. The two Baotou heads were tied only with red ropes tied with silver bells at both ends. Mu Rouzang felt that someone looked at her and looked up: "You want to ask What is a Sour Bamboo Shoot? "
How can this be explained?
"It's spicy, sour bamboo shoots!"
Su Ruirui didn't think he should expect her to explain clearly.
This is how Wangcai's daughter-in-law has washed the pot: "Girl, do you have to put water in both pots? How much?"
Mu Rou Sang said: "One is to boil and cool and pour into a clean jar. One is to simmer these tender bamboo shoots. Remember to put some salt in the water for the bamboo shoots, so that the stalks will be more tender. Now, are you ready for the Wangcai bitch? "
Wangcai's daughter-in-law answered quickly: "After the girl said last night, the slaves were ready!"
Oh, her cheeks are running sour water: "Well, you peel off these bamboo shoots first, and when you start to cut a part, it is estimated that the water will be able to boil."
Wangcai's sister-in-law was very kind. She quickly peeled off the bamboo shoots and washed it. She picked up a kitchen knife and quickly cut it up.
Su Ruirui, who had been sitting beside him, seemed to be entering the kitchen for the first time, watching Wang Cai's sister-in-law cut fast, and the expression of cricket appeared on his face for the first time.