Chapter 85 The Real World

"Mother."

The boy Mo stretched out his hand to take the thing in her hand, Bei Yutang gave him the sample thing, and carried the rest by himself.

Back home, Bei Yutang put the white flour and rice into the rice jar. Four pieces of cloth were placed in the room, and the rest of the vegetables and meat were brought to the kitchen by kid Mo.

The boy Mo looked at something like this and was very surprised.

Don't you have no money at home? !

"What are you thinking about?" Bei Yutang asked while rubbing the little guy's head.

"Mother, isn't the family out of money?" After asking, the boy Mo came to his senses and asked the question he shouldn't have asked.

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

"Mother, I sold some things and made some money. After the spring, my mother will send you to school." Bei Yutang said slowly.

The boy Mo raised his head in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief, and murmured, "Mother, did you say you want to send me to study?"

"Yup."

After the kid Mo was pleasantly surprised, he immediately felt that something was wrong, and Nuonuo said, "Mother, reading is expensive."

This kid is starting to worry about money now.

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

The boy Mo looked at his mother with an unreal feeling. It's incredible that his mother wants to send him to school.

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

The boy Mo was holding the fragrant white rice, and Wuliu's small eyes just stared 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. This is just a bowl of ordinary white rice that can no longer be ordinary. The little guy is reluctant to eat it, waving his little nose and smelling the aroma of the rice.

Looking at him like that, Bei Yutang felt a burst of sourness in his heart.

As far as memory goes, kid Mo has never eaten a meal of white rice, and the best thing to eat is millet porridge. Here in Xiaozimo, the taste of white rice can only be tasted in a dream.

Not to mention the meat dish like braised pork. Usually after the autumn harvest, when Muzhitao gets money, he will cook a delicious meal, and there is a meat dish in it.

When kid Mo was three years old, he smelled the meat and was so greedy that he secretly ate a piece. I never wanted to be caught by the original owner Muzhitao in exchange for a beating.

He can live under the abuse of Muzhitao until now, it has to be said that it is the curtain of heaven.

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

The boy Mo raised his head and looked at his mother. The mother was really different, and she was so kind to him.

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

The boy Mo tugged at the rice in the bowl, and only felt a sour nose.

"Eat more meat."

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

The boy Mo took 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 5 taels of silver, she and the boy Mo can use it for the spring of next year, and there are extras left.

Bei Yutang helped the boy Mo to make a whole suit these days, and changed it all from the inside out. Time flies, and it has been seven days since I returned to the real world.

She has to do a job.

Soul fusion liquid only has a one-month period, and the remaining twenty days can guarantee the completion of a task.