Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1172 Routine (Fifth Watch)
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Compared to your fighting in the army, I'm just a little clever."

Luo Fengtang showed a shameful smile: "Never mind what, in my eyes, my Qing'er is the smartest!"

"Hee hee, this flattery was slapped on the ass of a flattery!"

she laughed.

"Okay, I'm going back to the house to rest, and you should go back to the house to sleep too!"

"Ok!"

……

The next day, Lizheng and the others released the news.

Immediately, everyone in the village was wondering who the thief might be.

The crops were flooded, and the poultry and livestock died. The big guys are really free at the moment.

Every day I stay on the deserted island near the Earth Temple, and if I have rice and food, I can get some food for myself.

Those who have no rice or food, just wait for Yang Huazhong's family to come to distribute porridge.

Sitting together, there are many topics to talk about, such as the matter of stealing children, and the matter of the imperial court sending officials to earthquake disasters and flood control.

We talked happily, and it seems that the sadness of the destruction of the homeland has been diluted a lot...

Yang Ruoqing also came to distribute porridge with Mrs. Sun and the others.

On the outskirts of the crowd, she saw a solitary small tent.

Outside other people's tents, there are a bunch of women and children gathering together to chat.

Only the small tent was deserted.

"Mother, whose tent is that?" she asked.

Mrs. Sun glanced over there: "It belongs to Lao Mu's family."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows. Isn't that where Mu Zichuan's mother, Widow Liu lives?

No wonder it's so deserted and deserted, there's not even a single person who walks out the door to talk!

This meeting was at the peak of porridge distribution, and all the big guys gathered here.

Say hello to Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Da Sun, say a few words of thanks, and then go back with a bowl and eat happily.

There was no movement in Widow Liu's tent.

"Yesterday afternoon, I came over to distribute the porridge, but Zi Chuanniang didn't come out to pick up the porridge."

"I wanted to go over to see what was going on, but as soon as I walked outside the tent, I heard her shouting 'Don't come in!', so I had to go back again." Sun said in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Widow Liu has a withdrawn personality. She never dealt with people in the village before, and she never visited her neighbors.

The sky is bright and the sun is bright, the gates of the courtyard and the hall are all closed tightly.

Especially when Mu Zichuan left Qingshui Town and went to the capital for more than half a year, Widow Liu became more and more autistic.

"I'll go take a look."

Yang Ruoqing said, took two white flour steamed buns in a bowl, and walked towards Widow Liu's small tent.

As expected, what happened to Mrs. Sun, just as she walked outside the tent, she heard Widow Liu's voice from inside: "Don't come in!"

The voice was as cold as ever, repelling people thousands of miles away.

But there was a hint of hoarseness and weakness.

Yang Ruoqing paused, then opened the curtain of the tent and got in.

"go out……"

Widow Liu in the tent was startled suddenly, and turned to look towards the tent door.

Seeing that it was Yang Ruoqing, Widow Liu frowned tightly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing didn't answer Widow Liu's question, but glanced at the small tent.

Apart from a sleeping place on the ground for only one person, there is no other extra space inside.

And what Widow Liu brought out is also very interesting.

It's not like other families who have to go back to get half a bag of rice or clothes from the water after desperately working hard.

All Widow Liu's belongings are a bamboo basket.

Yang Ruoqing had an impression of that bamboo basket.

Inside the bamboo basket was a blue one-shoulder broadband schoolbag.

There are bulging books in the bag.

This is Muzichuan's stuff. He used to carry this bamboo basket between Changping Village and Qingshui Town.

And that blue schoolbag, the strap was torn off by the crazy host...

"Go out, I'm going to rest!"

Widow Liu's voice came to Yang Ruoqing's ears again, pulling her back from her thoughts.

When her eyes returned to Widow Liu, Yang Ruoqing was not annoyed by Widow Liu's unfriendly attitude.

On the contrary, she looked at Widow Liu with a little more respect.

Not to mention other aspects of being a woman, Widow Liu is indeed an amazing mother when it comes to being a mother.

When the flood comes, we can do nothing.

My son's books, used schoolbags, the articles I wrote at my desk late at night...

She kept them properly and kept them...

This maternal love is deep and broad.

Maternal love deserves to be respected!
"I haven't eaten for a few meals, and my eye sockets are sunken. Can I sleep like this?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Then he squatted beside Widow Liu, and handed over the bowl containing two steamed buns from behind.

"Eat two steamed buns before going to sleep!" she said.

Widow Liu was taken aback.

He glanced at Yang Ruoqing, then at the two white flour steamed buns in her bowl.

Something complicated was revealed on the woman's pale face.

"Why?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing was startled.

"What?" She didn't quite understand what Widow Liu's inexplicable 'why' was for.

Widow Liu frowned and said in a low voice: "You know I don't want to see you, why did you send me steamed buns?"

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"I'm not in a hurry to send you a hot face to put a cold ass on you, but for the sake of everyone being a village, if you starve to death right now, it's not good for everyone!"

"You..." Widow Liu blushed with anger.

"Even if I'm starving to death, I won't eat anything from your old Yang's family!" Widow Liu said.

"Stop talking about those useless things, eat quickly!" Yang Ruoqing handed the steamed buns to Widow Liu.

"If you are hungry and sick or something, you will have to invite others to serve you when you eat and drink."

"The feces and urine are in the crotch, and the pus and phlegm are stuck in the throat. When the time comes, you will be tossed and tossed. It is worse than a beast. Would you like to?"

She deliberately used words to anger Widow Liu.

When Widow Liu heard this, she was really shaken.

She snatched the steamed bun from Yang Ruoqing's hand, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

While eating, she stared at Yang Ruoqing a few times.

She doesn't want to be influenced by others, she needs to be able to run and jump, and she needs to wait for Zi Chuan to come back!

Seeing Widow Liu eat two steamed buns in one go, Yang Ruoqing curled her lips secretly.

Mu Zichuan is competitive and hypocritical in his bones, just like this woman, right?

Yang Ruoqing glanced at it, picked up the empty bowl and left the tent.

Widow Liu was still stuffing steamed buns into her mouth, looking at the falling tent curtain, the woman's chewing movements slowed down.

Suddenly, she realized that the threatening words just now seemed like a routine.

And I really fell into this girl's routine and started eating steamed buns.

Liu stared at the tent curtain with a complicated expression, feeling more and more confused about Yang Ruoqing.

But one thing is certain, this girl is not as bad as imagined...

(End of this chapter)