"Mother."

Xiao Zimo reached out to take the things in her hand, Bei Yutang gave him the small things, and carried the rest by himself.

Back at home, Beiyutang placed the white flour and rice in the rice bowl. Four pieces of cloth were placed in the room, and the rest of the vegetables and meat were taken to the kitchen by Xiao Zimo.

Xiao Zimo looked at this kind of thing and was very surprised.

Isn't there no money left at home?!

"What are you thinking?" Bei Yutang touched the little guy's little head and asked.

"Mother, isn't there no silver at home?" After asking, Xiao Zimo reacted and asked questions that he shouldn't have asked.

He craned his neck and lowered his head, not daring to look at her.

"Mother, I sold a little bit of stuff and made some money. After the beginning of spring, my mother will send you to school. Bei Yutang said slowly.

Xiao Zimo raised his head in surprise, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he muttered, "Mother, did you say you want to send me to study?" ”

"That's right."

After the surprise of the boy, he immediately felt that it was inappropriate, and said to Nuo Nuo: "Mother, reading is very expensive." ”

This kid is starting to worry about money now.

"Don't worry, my mother will earn it."

Xiao Zimo looked at his mother, and he had a feeling of unreality. It's unbelievable that his mother wants to send him to school.

In the evening, Bei Yutang steamed a pot of rice with fresh rice, then burned a plate of braised pork, and fried a plate of green vegetables, two dishes, enough for the two of them to eat.

The boy Mo was holding the fragrant white rice, and his little black eyes were just looking at it.

Bei Yutang saw the reluctance in the little guy's eyes at a glance, as if he was holding a mountain of gold and silver in front of him. It's just a bowl of ordinary white rice, and the little guy is reluctant to eat it, stirring his little nose and smelling the aroma of rice.

Looking at him like that, Bei Yutang's heart was sour.

In his memory, Xiao Zimo has never eaten a meal of white rice, and the best thing he eats is millet porridge. Here in Xiao Zimo, what white rice tastes like can only be tasted in dreams.

Not to mention the meat of braised pork, usually after the autumn harvest, when Mu Zhitao gets money, he will cook a delicious meal, and there is a meat dish in it.

When Xiao Zimo was still three years old, he smelled the smell of meat, and he couldn't be greedy, so he secretly ate a piece. I never wanted to be caught by the original owner, Mu Zhitao, in exchange for a beating.

He can survive under the abuse of Mu Zhitao until now, I have to say that it is the curtain of heaven.

"Mo'er, rice is for eating, not smelling."

Xiao Zimo raised his head and looked at his mother, his mother is really different, she is so good to him.

Bei Yutang sandwiched a large piece of meat and put it in his bowl, "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold." ”

The boy Mo picked up the rice in the bowl, only feeling that the tip of his nose was sour.

"Eat more meat."

Bei Yutang saw that he was only immersed in eating, and put several pieces of meat into his bowl.

The boy Mo sandwiched a piece of meat and put it in Bei Yutang's bowl, "Mother, you can eat it too." ”

Life in the village is very peaceful, with five taels of silver, she and Xiao Zimo can use it until the beginning of spring next year, and there is a surplus.

Bei Yutang has helped Xiao Zimo make a suit of clothes in the past few days, and he has changed them all from the inside out. Time flies, and it's been seven days since I returned to the real world in the blink of an eye.

She had to get on a mission.

The soul fusion liquid only has a one-month period, and the remaining twenty days can ensure the progress of the completion of a task.