, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Luo Fengtang had to hold the wheelbarrow and couldn't free his hands to help Yang Ruoqing, so he had to give instructions with a nervous look on his face.
Yang Ruoqing laughed and clapped her hands: "You're looking down on me? Not to mention getting in and out of this car, even jumping out of a speeding carriage like this is a piece of cake for me!"
Luo Fengtang: "...".
Yang Ruoqing stood firmly on the ground with both feet and was about to help Luo Fengtang untie the barrel from the wheelbarrow.
Suddenly, she felt something.
He turned around and looked in the direction from which the feeling came. Not far away, by the pond, Mu Zichuan was holding a bucket of water in each hand.
He looked straight at the unicycle, with a pair of brows frowning slightly on his handsome face.
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.
His eyes fell on his hands with slightly protruding veins.
Ha, after three days of separation, you should treat each other with admiration. This boy has great hands!
Immediately, she withdrew her gaze as if nothing had happened, turned around and came to Luo Fengtang, wanting to help him.
"Qing'er, I can do it by myself. Just stand and take a break!" Luo Fengtang said with a smile.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and took a wooden bucket from his hand: "It's okay, you pushed me all the way, I'm not tired at all!"
Luo Fengtang grinned, lowered his head and continued to do his thing.
The sound of footsteps echoed beside me along with the sound of sloshing water.
Yang Ruoqing raised her head and saw that Mu Zichuan had arrived at the wheelbarrow at some point, holding two buckets of water in his hand.
"Is something wrong?" Yang Ruoqing asked Mu Zichuan proactively.
If nothing had happened, this sour scholar would not have come over on his own initiative.
After Mu Zichuan came over, his eyes kept falling on Luo Fengtang.
Hearing Yang Ruoqing ask, he turned his attention to Yang Ruoqing.
"Where did you come from?" Mu Zichuan asked.
His voice was as cold and indifferent as his person, with a kind of indifference that would repel people thousands of miles away.
Before Yang Ruoqing opened her mouth to answer, Luo Fengtang stood up straight.
"Qing'er and I just came back from town!" Luo Fengtang replied.
"What are you doing in the town?" Muzichuan asked again.
Yang Ruoqing was about to open her mouth, but Luo Fengtang beat her to it.
"Let's do business together in the future!"
"What kind of deal?" Mu Zichuan looked suspicious.
Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing beside him, and raised the corners of his lips quite proudly: "Qing'er said, it's a secret and can't be told outside!"
Mu Zichuan's face looked a little gloomy, and the joints of the hand holding the bucket became paler and clearer.
He looked at Yang Ruoqing and asked word for word: "Do I even have to keep it a secret?"
Yang Ruoqing was startled.
Although making tofu, she hopes that as few people as possible will know about it, so as to prevent it from being copied.
However, this does not mean that you have to hide it from everyone.
For someone like Muzichuan who was unlikely to pose a threat to her family's tofu business, telling him was okay.
"Mu Zichuan, actually Tang Yazi and I are working together..."
She was only halfway through what she said when she was interrupted by Mu Zichuan's cold snort.
"Don't say anything, I'm just asking casually." Muzichuan said coldly.
He glanced at Luo Fengtang, who was standing next to Yang Ruoqing, "You can do whatever you like, and it has nothing to do with me!"
After saying this, he turned around and left with the bucket.
His thin but straight back was slightly stiff, but his steps were quick.
He crossed the pond in one breath and disappeared behind the old maple tree at the entrance of the village.
On the side of the unicycle, Luo Fengtang watched Mu Zichuan walk away, a hint of joy flashing in his dark and deep eyes.
He secretly glanced at Yang Ruoqing beside him, and saw her tilting her head and looking towards the entrance of the village, her brows slightly furrowed, and her face looked confused.
"Qing'er, shall we go back to the village too?"
He reminded her softly with a smile.
Yang Ruoqing came to her senses.
"Tangyaozi, what's wrong with that kid in Muzichuan? We don't seem to have provoked him anywhere, right?" she asked Luo Fengtang in surprise.
He was the one who came over and took the initiative to ask.
She wanted to say that he was the one who didn't like to hear it!
One moment, one moment, another moment, another moment, why is it faster than flipping through a book?
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Luo Fengtang scratched his head and hesitated.
"Let me tell you something, Qing'er, don't be upset." He said.
"What are you talking about? Tell me." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Muzichuan seems a little angry." He said.
"Why?" Yang Ruoqing was confused.
She didn't laugh at his inability to restrain a chicken...
"Mu Zichuan was a little annoyed when he saw us two coming back from town together," Luo Fengtang said.
Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised now: "We came back from town together, what happened to him? Why should he be upset? Isn't that inexplicable!"
"Didn't you have a baby kiss with him before?" Luo Fengtang blushed and muttered.
ah?
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then twitched the corners of her lips.
"That's even more ridiculous. Sister, I've kicked him eight lifetimes ago. It's my freedom to spend time with whomever I want, and it's none of his business?"
"Yes, Qing'er, you are free. You have nothing to do with the Mu family!" Luo Fengtang nodded vigorously and agreed loudly.
"That's right, the world is big, I can do whatever I want, who cares about me!"
"Hmm, you poke a hole in the sky, I'll help you patch it up!"
"Hahaha, Tangyazi, you are not a female snail, how can you refine stones to mend the sky?"
"hey-hey……"
"Let's go back to the village!"
…
In the yard of Lao Mu's house.
Widow Liu was sitting under the old locust tree in the yard, mending, when the yard door was kicked open with a bang.
Widow Liu was startled, raised her eyelids and looked over, only to see her son carrying two buckets into the yard.
"Zichuan, what's wrong with you? If the courtyard door is broken, it can't be used!" Widow Liu scolded.
Muzichuan didn't pay much attention to her, and walked straight to the kitchen in the west wing with the bucket in hand.
When passing by Widow Liu, Widow Liu saw her son's handsome face looking gloomy.
What's wrong with this kid?
Why does it look like you've eaten gunpowder?
Widow Liu was secretly surprised, put the clothes in her hands into the dustpan beside her, got up and followed into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Mu Zichuan picked up the bucket with both hands and was pouring it into the water tank, making a splashing sound.
"Zichuan, what's wrong with you? Why are you so grim?" Widow Liu asked.
Muzichuan made no sound.
He picked up another bucket of water, poured it into the water tank, closed the lid of the water tank, turned around and walked angrily towards the kitchen door.
Widow Liu grabbed her.
"You brat, who are you showing your shameful face? Why didn't you say anything when your mother asked you something? Are you deliberately trying to annoy your mother to death?"
Muzichuan was forced to have no choice but to frown and said: "Mom, I'm fine, I just feel a little unhappy. It'll be fine after a while. Don't worry about me."
"Who provoked you? Tell mother, mother will seek justice for you!"
"I didn't say it was unpleasant to offend me, it was just me who was in trouble with me!"
After saying these words, Mu Zichuan broke away from Widow Liu's hand and turned back to his house.
He sat down at the desk and opened the book.
