Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 154 Muzichuan vs. Luo Fengtang (Part [-])

Luo Fengtang had to hold on to the wheelbarrow, so he couldn't free his hands to support Yang Ruoqing, so he could only remind him nervously.

Yang Ruoqing laughed, and clapped her hands: "Underestimate me? Don't talk about getting on and off this carriage, even if I jumped off this kind of speeding carriage, I would be a piece of cake!"

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.

Turning his head in the direction of the feeling, Mu Zichuan was holding a bucket of water in each hand by the pond not far away.

He looked straight at the wheelbarrow, with a pair of brows slightly frowned on his handsome face.

Yang Ruoqing was taken aback.

His eyes fell on his hands with slightly protruding veins.

Ha, Shibie will treat each other with admiration for three days, this kid, his hands are good!

Immediately, she looked away as if nothing had happened, turned around and came to Luo Fengtang's side, wanting to help him.

"Qing'er, I can do it alone, you can stand and rest for a while!" Luo Fengtang said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing giggled, and took a wooden barrel from him: "It's okay, you pushed me all this way, I'm not tired at all!"

Luo Fengtang grinned, lowered his head and continued to do his work.

The sound of footsteps accompanied by the swaying of the water sounded beside him.

Yang Ruoqing looked up, and at some point, Mu Zichuan also came to the wheelbarrow with two buckets of water in his hand.

"What's the matter?" Yang Ruoqing took the initiative to ask Mu Zichuan.

If it wasn't for nothing, the sour scholar wouldn't have come here on his own initiative.

Since Mu Zichuan came over, his gaze has been on Luo Fengtang.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, he turned his gaze to Yang Ruoqing.

"Where did you come from?" Mu Zichuan asked.

His voice is as cold and indifferent as his own, with a kind of indifference that rejects others 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 town?" Mu Zichuan asked again.

Just as Yang Ruoqing was about to open her mouth, Luo Fengtang preempted her.

"We will do business together in the future!"

"What business?" Mu Zichuan looked suspicious.

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing who was beside him, and proudly twitched the corner of his lips: "Qing'er said it, it's a secret, you can't tell it outside!"

Mu Zichuan's face was gloomy, and the knuckles of the hand holding the bucket became paler and more distinct.

He looked at Yang Ruoqing and asked word by word, "Do you even want to keep it a secret?"

Yang Ruoqing was startled.

Although making tofu, she hopes that as few people as possible know about it, so as to prevent it from being imitated.

However, this is not to say that everyone has to hide it.

For someone like Mu Zichuan who was unlikely to pose a threat to her family's tofu business, it was okay to tell him.

"Mu Zichuan, Tang Yazi and I are actually working together..."

She was only halfway through when she was interrupted by Mu Zichuan's cold snort.

"Stop talking, I'm just asking casually." Mu Zichuan said coldly.

He took another look at Luo Fengtang who was standing beside 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 in his hand.

The thin but straight back is a little stiff, but the pace is very hasty.

He walked across the pond in one breath, and disappeared behind the old maple tree at the entrance of the village.

On the side of the wheelbarrow, Luo Fengtang watched Mu Zichuan go away, and a gleam of pleasure flashed in his dark and deep eyes.

He sneaked a glance at Yang Ruoqing who was beside him, and saw that she was looking at the entrance of the village with her head tilted, her brows were slightly frowned, and she looked confused.

"Qing'er, shall we go back to the village too?"

He smiled and reminded her softly.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses.

"Tang Yazi, what's the matter with Mu Zichuan? We don't seem to have provoked him, right?" She asked Luo Fengtang in surprise.

It was he who came over and asked questions.

She wanted to say that he was the one who didn't like to hear it!

For a while, for a while, why is it faster to turn your face than to turn a book?

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Luo Fengtang scratched his head and hesitated.

"Let me tell you something, Qing'er, don't be annoyed." He said.

"What? Tell me." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Mu Zichuan seems to be a little angry," he said.

"Why?" Yang Ruoqing was puzzled.

She didn't laugh at him for his lack of strength...

"Mu Zichuan was a little annoyed when he saw the two of us coming back from town together," Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised now: "We came back from the town together, what's bothering him? Why is he annoyed? Isn't that inexplicable!"

"Didn't you make an appointment with him... baby kiss..." Luo Fengtang blushed and said.

what?

Yang Ruoqing froze for a moment, then pulled the corners of her lips.

"That's even more absurd. Sister, I kicked him eight lifetimes ago. It's my freedom to stay with whoever I like, and it's none of his business?"

"That's right, Qing'er, you are free, and you have nothing to do with the Mu family!" Luo Fengtang nodded vigorously and echoed loudly.

"That is, the sky is big and the earth is big, I can do whatever I want, who cares about me!"

"Yeah, you poked a hole in the sky, and I'll fill it up for you!"

"Hahaha, Tang Yazi, you are not a female snail, you can refine stones to mend the sky?"

"hey-hey……"

"Let's go, let's go back to the village!"

……

In the courtyard 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, she raised her eyelids and looked over, only to see her son carrying two buckets into the yard.

"Zi Chuan, what's the matter with you? The courtyard door can't be used if it's kicked down!" Widow Liu scolded.

Mu Zichuan didn't pay much attention to her, and walked straight to the kitchen in the west wing with a bucket in his hand.

When passing by Widow Liu, Widow Liu saw her son's handsome face was gloomy.

What's wrong with this kid?

Why is it like eating gunpowder?

Widow Liu was surprised, she put the clothes in 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 tank, making the sound of water splashing.

"Zi Chuan, what's the matter with you? Why are you so dark?" Widow Liu asked.

Mu Zichuan didn't chew.

He picked up another bucket of water, poured it into the water tank, closed the lid of the water tank heavily, turned around and walked towards the door of the kitchen angrily.

He was grabbed by Widow Liu.

"Stinky boy, who are you putting on a bad face for? Why don't you say anything when your mother asks you? Is it because you want to kill your mother?"

Forced to helplessness, Mu Zichuan frowned and said, "Mother, I'm fine, I just feel a little unhappy, and it will be fine after a while, so don't worry about me."

"Who provoked you? Tell mother, mother will seek justice for you!"

"I didn't say it made me unhappy, it was me who made trouble with myself!"

After saying this, Mu Zichuan broke away from Widow Liu's hand, turned around and went back to his room.

He sat down at the desk and opened the book.

(End of this chapter)