The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Chapter 388: Greed causes trouble and little flowers hurt others (4)

Chapter 388: Greed causes trouble and little flowers hurt others (4)

Chapter 388: Greed causes trouble, little flowers hurt others (4)

After feeding the peach, Mo Yan warmed her hands, spread out the white paper and picked up a pen to write a reply. From the first letter to now, this is already the eighth letter. Each letter from that person was very brief, and her reply was also brief at first, but then she unconsciously wrote more and more letters, and now she can no longer fit on a piece of paper.

After the letter was written, folded and stuffed into the mailbox, Mo Yan thought for a moment and took out a pair of leather gloves that he had made by himself. Feeling the soft and warm gloves, she picked up the small cloth bag on the side and stuffed it in. She was about to tie it to Maomao's back, but hesitated again.

Although the restraints on women in this era were not as strict as in the previous Song Dynasty, it was also against the rules to give things to men with different surnames, and she also felt a little ambiguous. Now that Maomao is being sent over so loudly, that person still doesnt know what to think of her!

Seeing Mo Yan's hesitation, Mao Mao paced around the table anxiously, pecking her fingers from time to time, urging her to tie the cloth bag quickly.

The master would be very happy if he got a gift from this woman. Once he is happy, it will be a meritorious service. Even if it makes a mistake in the future, the owner will definitely not punish it as cruelly as before because of its merit.

Mo Yan didn't know what this little clever guy was planning. Seeing that its claws kept pulling on the small cloth bag, she gritted her teeth and tied it to its back. I secretly warned myself that the weather over there is so cold. If my hands are frozen, it will definitely affect my mood. If my mood is affected, it may affect the war decision-making, and maybe I will lose the battle.

She gave a pair of gloves just for the sake of the people who were suffering at the border. She had no other intention. If that person dared to despise her for this, it would only prove that this person is narrow-minded and treat her as blind and wrong.

It was the first time that Maomao was carrying something on his back. He was a little unaccustomed to it. He twisted his body, stretched out his wings and shook them. He felt that it would not affect his flight, so he called to Mo Yan, and then flew to the courtyard wall outside, gathering strength again. Flying hard towards the far north.

Seeing Maomao's figure getting smaller and smaller, gradually turning into a black dot and disappearing under the snowy sky, Mo Yan turned back to the study, took out the letters from the drawer and read them again, feeling inexplicably A few traces of sadness emerged...

"Xin'er, are you hungry? I'm afraid these buns are cold. I'll cook them now. You wait a little longer."

At noon, Mo Yan came to the kitchen to prepare lunch. She saw Xin'er taking the leftover buns from the morning and quickly stopped her. The weather is too cold. Even if there is residual warmth in the pot, the buns that have been left out all morning will be cold and will make your stomach uncomfortable.

"sister"

Xiner was startled, her hands shook, and the bun she just got fell into the pot again. She stood by the stove in a panic, looking a little unnatural.

Seeing how nervous she was, Mo Yan was a little confused, "It's not like I won't let you eat, why are you so scared?"

Xin'er glanced at her sister secretly, wrung her fingers and said with some anxiety: "Sister, I'm not hungry, and it's not that I want to eat steamed buns, it's just...just..."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan asked funnyly: "Just what? As long as Xin'er doesn't waste it and takes the buns and throws them away, I won't say anything to you."

Hearing this, Xin'er breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly to her sister, and said sheepishly: "I have met a new good sister. She is very nice, sensible and considerate, but her stepmother is very vicious. I only feed her a small bowl of gruel every day, but she has to do all the housework. I see her looking like shes about to faint at any moment, so I just want to give her some steamed buns to fill her stomach!

After hearing this, Mo Yan touched her head and said with a smile: "Xin'er is a kind and good child. I'm very happy. It's nothing to give her those buns! By the way, what's your little sister's name? If you have time, Ask her to come and play at home.