The county magistrate changed his career to selling private vegetables and sold them out

Two days ago, Qiao Sheng rushed from Guxian Town to Yuzhou with Jiao Mu and Mrs. Wu.

After arriving in Yuzhou, in order to see Jiangshan for the first time, Jiao's mother asked Qiao Sheng to take Mrs. Wu and his wife to Jiang's private vegetable restaurant. As long as Jiang Shan is in the store, he can always see her.

At this moment, shopkeeper Li said that Jiangshan was out on business, and he was not in a hurry to go to the first store, so he thought about going to see Sanlang first.

The carriage entered Mao'er Alley, turned a corner and stopped.

Xiao Ba pointed to the bamboo house in front and said: "Madam, there is a rule in the bamboo house. Brothers do not allow outside carriages to enter. It will disturb the quietness of the gentleman. Please forgive me, madam."

Jiao's mother understood very well, and was helped out of the carriage by Huan'er and Fang Niang, and walked to the bamboo house.

After entering the bamboo house, I heard a group of children playing from a distance. Although I couldn't see anyone, I could hear the noise behind the bamboo house. It should be very lively.

Xiao Ba didn't see anyone in the front yard, so he asked Jiao's mother to sit down in the temporary gazebo.

"Ma'am, sit down and have a cup of tea first, I'll go find Sixth Brother."

There was a chessboard on the stone table in the pavilion, and the tea on the table was still steaming, obviously someone was playing chess here just now.

Mother Jiao sat for a while, then got up and wandered around the bamboo house.

The environment here is very good, and she fell in love with it right away.

After walking a few steps, she saw a bamboo house with "Plum Kai Xiaozhu" written in cursive on the door.

Her eyes stared straight at the words on the door, and her eyes gradually became wet.

The next moment, she uncontrollably pushed open the door of the bamboo house and walked in slowly.

This is a study room, and every piece of decoration in the study room gave her an indescribable feeling, and her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously.

Her gaze moved inch by inch, and suddenly, a painting on the wall attracted her full attention.

It was a picture of winter plum blossoms. The ink on the picture seemed to come alive, spreading inch by inch before her eyes, turning into familiar scenes one by one.

Dad, I will hide behind the plum tree, you will never find me!
Dad, I picked the first plum blossom for you this year, do you like it?
Dad, the plum blossoms are about to bloom, but Meier can no longer pick the last plum for you!
"Father...!" Mother Jiao tremblingly stretched out her hand to caress the inscription on the painting, tears streaming down her face.

Huaner and Fangniang looked at this scene in surprise, but they couldn't come forward to say anything, instead they quietly backed out.

"Father... Father...!" Jiao's mother shouted loudly, her crying became louder and louder, and she couldn't stop her crying.

Mr. Xunmei had just dried Sanlang's shoes and socks when he heard intermittent crying from the study.

He walked slowly to the window, looked at the heartbroken woman crying inside, and asked suspiciously: "Whose girl are you from? But did you go to the wrong place?"

Mother Jiao looked back, and through her teary eyes, she saw the old man outside the window.

The old man was wearing a washed white shirt, his temples were white with frost, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and he was looking at her worriedly.

It was her old father whom she missed day and night.

"Father...!" Jiao's mother cried out in grief and pain, surprise and joy, she rushed to the window like a baby swallow throwing herself into a forest, and hugged Mr. Xunmei tightly.

Mr. Xunmei felt as if struck by lightning, and he was so shocked that he couldn't react for a long time.

"Meier? You, are you Meier? Are you really Meier?"

Mr. Xunmei couldn't believe it. There was a hint of caution in his voice, a hint of hidden expectation, and an unconcealable excitement.

He was afraid that this was a dream, and he would wake up at the touch of it.

Jiao's mother was filled with grief and joy, crying and laughing while holding Mr. Xunmei's old face, "Father, it's me, I'm Cheng Mei, your Mei'er!"

Two lines of dirty tears rolled down Mr. Xunmei's eyes, he reached out his hand tremblingly and hugged Jiao's mother, choked up and said, "It's my Mei'er, right? Dad found you, dad finally found you!"

Jiao's mother was out of breath from crying, but she still hugged Mr. Xunmei and cried like a child.

Outside the door, Huan'er and Fangniang were discussing in low voices in shock.

"Fang Niang, is that old gentleman really the father of our old lady?"

"I don't know either. This incident was too sudden. Look at the old lady's appearance, as if a father and daughter reunited after a long absence."

"Let's go further away and don't disturb them."

"That's right, let's go over there and wait!"

Sanlang came back to change clothes with Jiang Huai, who looked like a mud monkey, and shouted in the direction of the study from a distance: "Teacher, Huai'er ran into the pond again, covered in mud!"

Mr. Xunmei was still immersed in the joy of the reunion of father and daughter, and did not react.

Mother Jiao couldn't recognize Sanlang's voice, but she heard Jiang Huai's name.

"Father, it's Huai'er, he's my... Saburo?"

Seeing Mother Jiao, San Lang shouted in surprise, "Mother, why are you here!"

mother?Mr. Xunmei's feet were weak, and he almost lost his footing.

"Teacher, come in quickly. Let me introduce you. This is my mother! Mother, this is my teacher, Mr. Xunmei!"

Mr. Xunmei, Xunmei... Mother Jiao burst into tears again.

Only then did Saburo realize that something was wrong. Why did the mother and the teacher cry so much?
Mr. Xunmei came in quickly from the outside. The father and daughter sat on the chair holding hands tightly, looking at Saburo and the mud monkey Jianghuai with burning eyes.

"Weng Weng, take a bath!" Jiang Huai yelled softly, obediently being held by Saburo, but his big black grape eyes stared at Jiao's mother without blinking.

Mr. Xunmei couldn't care about Jianghuai now, he pointed at Sanlang and asked Jiao's mother: "Mei'er, tell me clearly, Sanlang is really your child? His own?"

Jiao's mother already knew that Sanlang's reclusive Confucian was actually her own father!

It turns out that everything has been predetermined for a long time.

Mother Jiao nodded, "Father, both Shan'er and Sanlang are my children, I will tell you about Shan'er later."

San Lang was stunned, and asked stupidly: "Mother, why do you call the teacher Dad?"

Mother Jiao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, your teacher is your mother's real father! Your mother's boudoir list is named after the word plum, and the daughter your teacher has been looking for is your mother." !"

San Lang opened his mouth and took a few short breaths, "But mother, didn't you say your surname is Mei?"

A look of apology flashed across Jiao's mother's eyes, "Sanlang, I'm sorry, Mother hid her life experience from you, causing you to suffer with Mother!"

Saburo's eyes turned red, and he looked up at Mr. Xunmei, "Teacher, you are my grandfather, right? You are not a lonely old man. You have daughters, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. You have many, many grandchildren." loved ones!"

Mr. Xunmei closed his eyes and nodded fiercely, "Meier, it's dad who is sorry for you. Dad will redouble his efforts to seek justice for you and the children for the grievances you have suffered!"