Transmigration: The Peasant Makeup Artist

The three people had lunch together. It was said that it was lunch. In fact, it was a pot of water and whole grain porridge, with more water and less rice, with some dried yam, and the side dish was a plate of pickled pickled vegetables.

Li Mo couldn't swallow it a bit. In his throat, he could clearly feel the sensation of thick stubble scratching his throat. Xuecai was also a ball of pickles, without any oil, and could only swallow slowly.

Li Mo looked at Song Dashan sitting next to him. He snorted and ate quickly, as if he was eating the delicacies of the mountains and the sea. Even the little bun on the opposite side took his own spoon, scooping the porridge one by one, carefully and conscientiously. Inside, then chew and swallow, eating very seriously and very fragrant, seemingly satisfied.

It seems that this family is indeed impoverished. In this situation, Song Dashan can still spend two taels of silver to buy himself. It is indeed very good. Maybe the two taels of silver are all the belongings of this family. If the original owner is there, really After leaving, Song Dashan lost a lot.

Li Mo ate a bowl of porridge without any taste and stopped eating. First, he couldn't eat it, and second, he had no appetite.

Song Dashan saw that she had eaten a little bit, frowning slightly, "You don't want to eat it? There is still in the pot."

Xiao Baozi also looked over curiously because of these words.

Li Mo shook his head, "I'm full, you eat."

Song Dashan looked at Li Mo for a moment, nodded, and continued to eat.

Watching his father continue to eat, Xiao Baozi lowered his head and picked up the small spoon to scoop it.

A lunch was finished quickly, Li Mo thought that he was going to live in this family, and he had to integrate into this family, and stood up and picked up the dishes.

Song Dashan stopped her, "You just happen to be ill. Go back and lie down and take a break. I'll take care of it."

Li Mo shook his head and continued to clean up, "I am almost fine now, and there is no discomfort. I can do these tasks, let me clean up."

Seeing her resolutely, Song Dashan didn't stop him anymore, but he didn't worry at all and followed Li Mo into the kitchen.

This is the first time Li Mo has seen such a kitchen. The kitchen is not large. A large stove was built against one wall with a chimney in the middle, which kept poking out of the roof. There are two large pots on the stove, and a very small pot in the middle. On the stove top, there are many branches, firewood and hay, which should be used to burn the fire.

Next to the stove, there was a wooden cabinet that was so dark that the original color could not be seen. One foot was gone and it was padded with stones. Next to the cabinet is a large tank of water.

Li Mo understood the things in the kitchen roughly, put the bowls and chopsticks in his hands in the pot, picked up the water scoop made of gourd on the lid of the tank, scooped out water from the water tank and put it in the pot, and then placed it on the lid. Find a rag on the top and brush up the bowl.

Although Li Mo didn't do much housework in her previous life, and everything was done by an aunt, she still knew how to do basic housework, so she didn't know how to do anything.

Seeing her clean up the bowl, although her movements were not swift, but serious, Song Dashan was relieved.

When I bought her before, I heard Ren Yazi roughly say that her background is a big maid from a big family, and a big maid from a big family in the city, but going out is more stylish than the girls in the town, and the raise is also fine, and The daughter-in-law in the village is very different, so he had already prepared that she would not be able to do anything. Now it seems that it is better than he thought, at least willing to do it.

Seeing that there is no problem with her, Song Dashan picked up the pole and the bucket, "I will go to the village to carry water, and I will be back in a while."

Li Mo nodded, but looking at the back of him carrying the bucket and leaving, he felt a little senseless. His legs were so lame, could he really pick two buckets of water and walk back? Will it be unstable and fall?

But after thinking about it, he had also picked up the water for the water tank before. It was not the first time that it was dry. It should be no problem, so he relaxed and washed the dishes carefully.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Li Mo put the dishes in the upper layer of the cabinet next to them. There were only a few scattered plates inside, and there were only three bowls, all of which had gaps, and none of them were complete.

Li Mo sighed. There really isn't a good thing in this home. If you change it, you have to change it all again. It's all money. For the current economic level of this family, that's a luxury thing.

Li Mo opened the door under the cabinet again. There were only two cloth bags inside. One was filled with a small half bag of brown rice. The yellow, yellow, black and black were mixed together. The other was only lightly yellowed flour. I don’t know if it’s enough for half a month.

When the kitchen was about to be cleaned up, Song Dashan came back with two buckets of water. Li Mo saw clearly how Song Dashan was carrying water. His leg was limping and his body was indeed a bit unstable, but he tried to stabilize his upper body. , To make the bucket less swaying, so every step you take, not much water is spilled. When you go to the kitchen, there are half of the buckets left in each bucket, all of which are poured into the water tank, and the water tank is full.

Song Dashan wiped off the fine sweat from the corner of his forehead, and saw that the kitchen had been cleaned up, and told Li Mo to go back to the room to rest, "It's okay, you are just right, so go back to the room to rest."

Li Mo couldn't find anything else to do for a while, and nodded, "Okay, then I'll go back to the room." After thinking about it, he glanced at Song Dashan, "Then you are now."

"I'm going to **** the weeds in the field now and come back in the evening."

Li Mo remembered the little bun again, and hurriedly walked into the hall, but he didn’t see anyone, and asked Song Dashan, “Where’s Xiaobao?”

Song Dashan didn't care, "He went out to play, don't worry, he will come back when he gets tired after playing, go and rest."

Li Mo was a little worried that the small little Douding ran outside, but remembered that this was ancient times, it seemed that the children in the village were like this, and then looked at Song Dashan's indifferent appearance, pursed his lips, and said nothing more. Entered the room.

Li Mo lay on the bed, still unable to sleep for a while, blinking and looking at the thatch above his head, his thoughts drifted away.

She didn’t know why such a bizarre thing happened. She used to think that such a thing would only exist in novels. She didn’t expect to happen to herself in person, but anyway, to have the chance to live again, Cherish it and live your life well.

This is the feudal and conservative ancient times. It is unrealistic to want to go out alone. All she can do is stay here, have a reasonable identity, and then think of ways to improve the conditions of the family.

As for Song Dashan, she had to choose people, and she couldn't choose. But as far as it seems, people are not bad. If they are always good, you can try to cultivate relationships and become real couples.

In her previous life, she was devoted to work and unintentionally married. When she was in her thirties, she wanted to be a family, but she didn't have a suitable partner. Sometimes she was too tired and wanted someone to lean on her side. Why do you work so hard, but life pushes you, so you have to rush forward desperately and can't stop. I didn't expect God to stop her in this way.

Maybe, if you change your life style, you don't have so much pressure, you don't have to fight everything on your shoulders, and you have a man who shelters you from the wind and rain and a cute child by your side. It will be a very good life.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so bad to be here.

At this moment, I heard a rustling sound in my ear. Li Mo looked to the door and saw a small figure half-hidden outside, only showing a little head. Seeing Li Mo look over, he quickly turned The body retracted.

Li Mo smiled, knowing that Xiao Ren'er had not gone outside, and whispered, "Is it Xiao Bao? Come in."

After speaking, there was no movement by the door.

Li Mo waited patiently. After a while, the little figure was secretly revealed again, looking at Li Mo on the bed, with timidity, curiosity, and temptation in his eyes.

Li Mo smiled more gently, beckoning to him, "Little treasure, don't be afraid, can you come over to Aunt Mo?"

People who knew her in the previous life regarded her as a strong woman. In fact, few people knew that she actually liked children very much in her heart. Every time she saw the baby held by others, she would secretly look at her for several times, and even wanted to kiss her. Hug, but unfortunately, she has never had a chance to have a baby of her own.

Seeing Xiaobao now, she actually likes it very much. Although she is not her own child, she will be regarded as her son in the future. She doesn't mind the question of whether he is biological or not. As long as she is diligent, the child will know that you are good and will give the same feedback. you.

Under Li Mo's patient persuasion, the little bun finally moved out slowly, slowly approaching Li Mo in small steps, and finally walked to the bed, twisted his small hand, and looked at with **** and white eyes. Li Mo.

Li Mo was softened by the cute eyes, and asked him softly: "Little treasure, Aunt Mo can take you to bed, okay?"

The little guy looked at Li Mo blankly, without speaking.

Li Mo asked again, and after a long time, the little guy nodded gently.

Li Mo hurriedly sat up, stretched out his hands and hugged the little bun beside the bed onto the bed. Although his body was very stiff at the moment he hugged, he did not struggle and was obediently hugged onto the bed by Li Mo.

Li Mo took off his shoes, then took off his little clothes outside, and then stuffed it into the quilt. He also lay down, very close to him.

Li Mo could feel that Xiao Baozi wanted to approach her but didn't dare to approach her. He was not in a hurry, and started talking to him, "Little Bao, how old are you this year?"

Little Treasure was a little nervous, and after a long while he stretched out four fingers, his voice was milky, "Four years old."

Li Mo smiled and praised him, "Little Treasure is so powerful, and everyone knows that this is four, it's awesome!"

The little guy was embarrassed by the praise, and forgot to be nervous instantly, his eyes narrowed, and he stretched out a small palm to cover his mouth, and smiled secretly under his palm.

Li Mo was transformed by his small appearance, and took one of his hands, making his voice softer, "What did Xiao Bao just play outside?"

Xiao Bao answered quickly, "Look at the little ant moving things, the little ant is small, and the move is so big."

"Oh, isn't it, the little ant is so powerful." Li Mo responded to his words, moving closer to him, wrapping a hand around his small body and gently stroking his back.

Little Treasure is not stiff anymore, his small body relaxes and Li Mo touches him, happily talking about the passing of the ants moving things.

Li Mo watched him speak, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, this child is really good.

Under Li Mo's touch, Xiao Bao fell asleep while talking.

Li Mo looked at him, carefully put him in his arms, and soon fell asleep with the little person.