Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife

Chapter 1498: Signaling

  Chapter 1498 Communication

   "Yes, but now everything is empty."

  The teasing words of the yamen servant resounded in the corner of the prison.

  But he didn't notice that a figure appeared in front of Zheng Guogong's prison, and a steamed bun rolled into the prison.

Zheng Guogong, who was sitting firmly in the prison, finally moved his motionless body. He stretched out his hand, opened the steamed bun, and saw the note inside. After reading it, a flash of madness seemed to flash in his old eyes. Disappeared in the eyes.

  Liu Yanzhen ate the steamed buns and paper together, chewing non-stop, as if he had encountered something delicious.

  It seems to want to remember this taste.

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  Chu Mansion.

  Ye Muyu was making cakes with Ziluo and Nuanbao. The stove was burning in the kitchen. Even if the whole house was not burning earth dragons, it was too hot to wear winter clothes. An autumn coat would do.

   The cakes made by Ye Muyu were planned to be given to the family members who were close to each other years ago.

  She was very free, so she proposed to do it together.

  By the way, teach Aunt Hu and other cooks how to do it.

Although Nuanbao is young, he is in good spirits. He is no longer the milk doll who only knows how to eat, drink and sleep. Now he also kneads the dough together. Although Nuanbao is young, he is not strong enough. It is also because he does not understand How to control strength.

   This is also a common thing for children when they are young.

  He saw the white dough being added to the dough of various colors, and the color was instantly wonderful. A pair of dark and round eyes looked at the dough, as if wondering why the dough changed color.

   He didn't even notice that there was a little flour on the bridge of his nose.

  Ye Muyu looked amused, reached out to poke his face, and teased: "Nuanbao has become a little cat, can you help mother catch mice?"

   Nuan Bao first looked at her, and after a while, followed up with a foolish smile, a bit shy, so cute that one couldn't help poking his clean face as if it had been peeled off an eggshell.

  Ye Muyu thought so and did so. She tapped on his cheek, and couldn't help laughing: "Stinky boy, it hurts people at such a young age. It will be great when he grows up."

  Ziluo smiled beside her with eyes wide open: "Mother, my brother is still young, that's why he looks cute. When he grows up, he will definitely grow up to be a great gentleman like his father."

"Your father is a gentleman?" Ye Muyu looked strange, thinking of the man asking himself what is the way of a gentleman and the way of a villain from time to time, there is no awe in his speech, which shows that he is not a purely good person by nature, like the words of the court. Chu Heng absolutely has nothing to do with the matter of officials bumping into the pillars and admonishing them to death.

  Chu Ziluo seemed to be puzzled why she asked, "Mother, I think father is a gentleman and a good official."

   "Oh? How do you explain this good official?" Ye Muyu asked following her words, a little funny.

  Chu Ziluo tilted her head and thought for a while, then said seriously: "A good official is one who cares about the common people."

   "If a good official can't even live by himself? How can he care about the common people?" Ye Muyu asked back.

  Chu Ziluo pondered, kneading the dough with her hands a little slower, thought for a while and said, "Mother, are you saying that some good officials don't want to help the people, but are they incapable of helping the people?"

  “I just think that everyone is human. Maybe most people can persevere if they work hard for a period of time, but it is difficult to persevere if they work hard all the time.”

   "When the water is clear, there are no fish. This is why, because there are no aquatic plants in the water, the fish cannot survive naturally. As for the turbidity, why not another kind of prosperity."

   is talking.

  There were quick footsteps outside the door.

  (end of this chapter)