, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Am I an outsider?" Mu Zichuan asked, pointing to his nose, his fingers trembling slightly.
He and her had been engaged since they were children!
Ever since she could walk, she had clung to him like a follower.
He used to study in a private school in a neighboring village, and she would run there every day and wait for him by playing in the mud in front of the school.
Walking in the village, wherever he is, there is her.
She is stupid, fat and ugly, her world is in chaos, but she alone recognizes him!
In order to get rid of her entanglement, he begged his mother to go to the school in the town through the relationship between Ga Gong and his uncle.
He had been avoiding her for several years.
Now, he didn't want to hide anymore, and even wanted to take the initiative to get close to her.
However, her eyes no longer looked at him.
How can a human being be like this? How could this be!
Hearing Mu Zichuan's question, Yang Ruoqing felt as if she had heard the funniest joke.
"Your surname is Mu, and my surname is Yang. We are neither relatives nor friends. What are we if we are not outsiders?"
She smiled and asked, "Moreover, you still claim to be a scholar. A gentleman should not stand behind a dangerous wall. If you, a scholar, don't read your sages' books carefully, you will go and listen to the gossips of village women. You are a scholar." Lang, are you worthy of Saint Kong?"
These words made Muzichuan speechless and flushed.
He found that no matter how much he had control over, he would always be at a disadvantage if he argued with Qing'er.
This girl couldn't speak clearly before, so why is she so cunning and weird now?
He was so sharp-tongued and spoke so eloquently.
It's not annoying at all, but I want to admire her even more!
However, I saw the neatly folded men's clothes in the basket.
The smile that had not spread at the corners of Mu Zichuan's mouth disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Qing'er, I won't argue with you, I will use facts to prove to you, who is worthy of trusting me and Luo Fengtang for life!"
Without waiting for her response, Mu Zichuan turned around and left resolutely.
Yang Ruoqing was left stunned on the spot, tilting her head as she watched his thin and thin figure drift away.
What does this mean scholar mean?
Listening to this voice, is it possible that he regretted breaking off the engagement?
What do you think of your sister?
Can you buy cabbage on the roadside if you want? Return it if you don’t like it?
Come on, scholar, be careful what you say. If you say such stupid things again, I'll slap you away!
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We went straight to Old Luo's house, where Blacksmith Luo was squatting at the door of the kitchen smoking a cigarette with a frown on his face.
Blacksmith Luo's eyes lit up when he saw Yang Ruoqing entering the yard.
He quickly pulled out the tobacco stick from his mouth and came over, "Girl Qing, you came just in time, help me persuade Tang Yazi to quit."
"What's wrong with him?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.
"I asked him to lie down on the bed to recuperate, but he refused to listen and insisted on working in the fields." Blacksmith Luo said.
"Did he have a fever after yesterday?" she asked again.
"That's not true. After drinking porridge, I slept all day and ate some at night!"
"That's good." Yang Ruoqing nodded.
"But he went to pick up the water at dawn and swept the yard. He is chopping firewood in the backyard right now. He can't stop him! He's not fully recovered yet. What if he gets touched?" Blacksmith Luo Very clueless.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Uncle Luo, don't worry, I'll call him to come back and rest."
She then handed the bamboo basket to Blacksmith Luo and asked him to heat up the bowl of corn mush, then went to the backyard to find Luo Fengtang.
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In the backyard, Luo Fengtang was chopping firewood with an ax in his hand.
A pair of sleeves were rolled up to the shoulders, and the exposed arm muscles were strong and well-proportioned.
The wooden stakes, which were thicker than an adult's thigh, were instantly split in half under his axe, just like chopping melons and vegetables.
On the ground on one side, there were already a lot of split firewood piled up.
"You run to do hard work before the wound has scabbed over. It will take a lot of trouble to open it later. Do you want me to look at your butt and see that there are needle holes in your eyes?"
A crisp voice came from behind.
Luo Fengtang held the ax high and paused it on his head.
The girl's words made his face turn red again.
Lowering the ax in his hand, he turned around.
The girl had her arms folded in front of her chest and was standing against the yellow soil and stone courtyard wall.
Seeing him turn around, she looked at him with a smile.
"After sleeping all day, my body feels much better and my strength has returned. This little work is nothing!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him, put down her hands and walked over.
"You lost so much blood and vitality that day that you had to lie in bed for three to five days before you could get off the ground."
She walked up to him and stood on tiptoe.
He raised his sleeves and gently wiped the sweat on his head and face.
Her clothes were washed with soap powder.
While wiping his sweat, the fresh scent of soap locust penetrated his breath.
He secretly took a deep breath.
Qing'er...it smells so good!
"Look at you, you're all sweating."
After wiping, she stepped back.
The fragrance in his nose dissipated, and he suddenly felt empty in his heart.
"Hurry back to your room and lie down. Don't rush this moment. When you are fully recovered, I'm afraid I won't have any heavy work for you to do!"
Her voice came again, and the person had already turned around and walked towards the front room.
Luo Fengtang hesitated for a moment, put down the ax in his hand, and chased after him.
In the west room.
Yang Ruoqing was bending down to clean the bed for him.
She has never seen a person who can sleep on a bed like this!
She felt that her pig's nest was cleaner and more comfortable than his bed.
Look at the sheets, quilt covers and pillow covers. They are all tattered and full of holes.
There is a strange smell on it. I am afraid it has not been washed for a while and has not seen the sun.
It's been very gloomy these past two days and I can't get any sunshine.
So, Yang Ruoqing had to pick up the quilt on his bed and shake off the dust on it.
Then spread the quilt again and lay the pillow flat.
After doing all this, she turned around and waved to Luo Fengtang, who was standing at the door of the house and looking over: "Come here, lie down!"
Luo Fengtang did as he was told, lying down and sitting sideways, trying to avoid the wound.
His eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's figure.
Watch her tiptoeing to take off the sieves on the front and rear windows, and watch her pick up the wooden basin in the middle of the room and lean it against the corner.
She leaned down again, gathered the shoes here and there under the bed, and put them outside the window to blow.
Luo Fengtang finally understood what Yang Ruoqing was doing.
He said aloud: "Qing'er, don't be too busy. When I get better, I'll clean up the house by myself."
"You have to clean up your shit. If you can clean up the house, why is this house like this?"
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyelids and glanced at him, saying a little funny.
"I happen to be free today, so I'd better do it while you rest!"
While she was talking, she had already brought a broom and dustpan and gently swept the floor.
Luo Fengtang was speechless by her, and sat on the bed with a blushing face, watching her sweep the floor, scrubbing the window sill and closet...
