Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 228 Mahura

"Have you found something? The opposite lady Wang sent some rice dumplings, just out of the pot, are you hungry, do you want to go first?" Before he finished speaking, Father Wen who walked to the door froze suddenly. .

After a while, he stepped into the room and said, "Isn't it looking for a cloth tiger? Why did you fall under the bed?" As he spoke, he went over to repack the loose bundles and stuffed them under the bed.

"Where did you put the cloth tiger? I couldn't find it in all the cabinets." Wen Shu scratched his head.

"Why is it in the closet." Father Wen shook his head and sighed, then turned to the basket at the end of the bed where the sundries were placed, lifted the sundries on the surface, and took out a cloth tiger from underneath, "It's not like this."

"So it's here, I thought it was in the closet." Wen Shu excitedly stepped forward to pick it up, and then stretched his head to look into the basket, "Father, it's just this one, is there anything else, I remember When I was young, you bought me a Mahorani?"

"It's all down there. There's also a small car, a rolling ball, and all your stuff from when you were a child. You can find what you want. There's still a fire in the stove. I'll go and have a look."

"Okay." Wen Shu nodded, stroking the basket with both hands.

Father Wen walked out of the room, turned slightly to look into the room, saw that she was really focused on looking for playthings in the basket, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

"Here, the cloth tiger is here for you, don't pick up the one outside, and this Mohula, the rolling ball, I'll give you all." Wen Shu pulled out a khaki wooden clay doll and a black lacquered ball from under the basket. Put all your brains in front of the fat-stealing bird.

The fat-stealing bird tilted its head and looked at it for a long time, then tentatively stretched out its claws and grabbed the cloth tiger.The cloth tiger wouldn't move, it lost interest after only scratching a few times.

On the contrary, Mohula and Rolling Ball next to it are more attractive to it.

The rolling ball is a wooden ball painted with black paint and painted with flowers and birds. The fat-stealing bird touched it slightly with its claws, and the small wooden ball rolled away. The fat-stealing bird was very excited when he saw it. Key steps to catch up.

Mohula is a clay puppet with a carved wooden base, and is dressed in red and yellow gauze. She is white, fat and very cute. When she was eight years old, her father spent a lot of money to buy it for her.

Why do you say it costs a lot of money?
Because such a clay doll was sold at the same price, which was enough for the two of them to live for a month at that time.

But at that time, father touched her head and said: "Other girls have it, so my Aning also has it." Then, under her surprised and puzzled gaze, he bought this Mohula.

God knows, how much she wanted her father to exchange this Mohula for a small set of bows and arrows at the stall, which only cost a hundred cash.

But before her father bought Mohula, a small bow and arrow with a hundred coins was also a very expensive toy for her, so she shouldn't open her mouth.Every time I pass by, I secretly look at the stall for a while.

On the night of the Qiqiao Festival, she also secretly stood aside and watched, and then her father came, and then bought her this "Mahula" (similar to the current Barbie doll) without blinking.

At that time, she had just been scolded by her father for beating and crying tigers, so she didn't dare to say that she didn't like Mohula, but liked that little bow and arrow.

Then about half a month later, one day, when her father was in a good mood, she asked him why he bought her a Mohula?

Daddy said in a daze, "Don't you like it? I saw you standing in front of other people's stalls in a daze several times. Besides, girl Ling brought this fat doll home a while ago. Didn't you always praise him for being good-looking?"

Uh.
Misunderstanding, this is really a big misunderstanding.

She has always been greedy for the small bows and arrows at the stall, not Mahuo La!
But now that everything has been bought back, and so much time has passed, there is no way to return it anymore, and Wen Shu dare not tell the truth, so she has to pretend to like it and thank her father.

But she only played with this "doll" for a while and then stopped playing with it. From then on, she would only take it out to show off when there are children at home during the Chinese New Year.

But right now, this "fat baby" acquired with a huge sum of money is extremely popular with Hongying.

There is a reason why you are expensive. This Mahura is not just as simple as looking good, it is also fun.

Because of the built-in mechanism, it can move its hands and feet. At this moment, Hong Ying's paw was called to the head, and it immediately blinked mischievously, and then danced.

The fat-stealing bird looked at it strangely, its big round eyes almost approaching Mohula's face.

Seeing that Mohula, who spent a lot of money, really attracted Hongying, Wen Shu heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he could hold on.

Last night, the uncle of the Sun family came to tell my father that her hands and feet were injured and it was difficult to make tea and rice. He invited their father and daughter to celebrate the festival together at home today, and my father agreed, so they will go out after cooking the rice dumplings and distributing them to the neighbors.

One, Hong Ying, was injured, and the other was inconvenient to take out, so she could only leave it at home.Earlier, it looked like it was going to rush out, which worried her a lot, lest they go out with its head and feet, and it would go out with its back feet and cause trouble.

Now it seems that as long as you give it these two things and close the door, it should be fine.

Relieved, Wen Shu played with the fat-stealing bird for a while, then got up and went to the room to get some realgar powder and went to the kitchen.

When she went in, Father Wen was lifting the lid of the pot and waving rice dumplings out. Wen Shu took a large bowl from the cupboard, poured the realgar powder into it, added water and mixed it well, then walked up to his father and said, "Father, head!" Turn around, I'll give you some realgar."

"Your hands are inconvenient, please put it aside for now, I will come by myself later."

"It's okay, I don't draw a tiger, it's just a dot, hurry up, hurry up."

"You girl." Father Wen had nothing to do with her, so he had to stop what he was doing and turned his head away.

Wen Shu dipped some thickened realgar juice with his little finger, and tapped it lightly on Father Wen's forehead, "Okay, Daddy is in good health during the Dragon Boat Festival."

"You are healthy too." Father Wen turned around with a smile, took the bowl in her hand, dipped some realgar with his little finger, and wrote a big "Wang" in the middle of her forehead.

Wen Shu grinned, hugged the bowl and said, "Father, was our family rich before?"

"Why do you ask that?" Father Wen turned around and continued picking up the rice dumplings.

"No, I saw a red swaddle in your room just now. I saw it was made of silk and satin. When I was looking for the key to the cabinet a while ago, I saw a gold safety lock in the wooden box under your bed. These are all Brother's?"

Father Wen froze, and immediately said: "Ah yes. Your grandfather was a wealthy family in the past, and your mother still had some private houses before her death."

"No wonder." Wen Shu sighed softly: "It's a pity that my mother left early, and I didn't even get to see her."

"Okay, okay, the realgar painting is finished, and the zongzi is cooked, you go to your room and take out the bag of truth and hang it up, divide the zongzi, and it's time for us to go to your Uncle Sun's house."

"That's great." Wen Shu responded, and went out happily.

Father Wen stared at her back in a daze.

(End of this chapter)