Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 155 Widow Liu's Anger (Third Watch)

He tried to immerse himself in the sea of ​​books, so that he could forget his troubles.

However, the books that usually make him thirsty for knowledge are boring now.

Every word on the paper was moving, and in the end, it all turned into Yang Ruoqing's smiling face, swaying in front of his eyes...

When Widow Liu came in with a bowl of hot tea, she saw her son was holding a bunch of books, his eyes were fixed, and he didn't turn a page for a long time.

He didn't even notice her coming.

What's going on with this kid?

Full of doubts, Widow Liu put down the tea bowl lightly, and was about to turn around and leave.

Sudden--

"Sunny~"

Widow Liu heard these two words overflowing from her son's mouth.

Like a whisper, but also like a call.

Rare tenderness, lingering, full of longing.

The moment Widow Liu stepped under her feet, she froze in place, as if she had been struck by lightning!

She never dreamed that her son, who was always cold and indifferent, would have such a tone...

He is not calling a mother, but a girl.

That girl was none other than the fat girl from the third bedroom of the old Yang family who divorced him!

"Zichuan!"

Widow Liu rushed forward, snatched the scroll from Mu Zichuan's hand, and threw it on the table.

"Are you in a daze or something? What's so good about that fat girl, it's worth your trouble for her like this? Are you trying to piss off my old lady?"

Widow Liu roared angrily at Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan came back to his senses, and hurriedly stood up from behind the desk, like a child who had done something wrong and was arrested.

He was at a loss, and lowered his head guiltily, ready to listen to his mother's anger.

Widow Liu was so angry that her face turned pale, and she firmly held Mu Zichuan's arms: "Tell mother, do you still miss that fat girl?"

Mu Zichuan didn't gnaw, but just raised his eyes and glanced at the distraught Widow Liu.

He didn't say anything, but the guilt in his eyes was like a dagger piercing Widow Liu's heart.

Widow Liu was so angry that her face turned pale and her whole body trembled.

The fingers she pinched Mu Zichuan's arm were so hard that her nails dug into the flesh, causing Mu Zichuan's delicate brows to frown together in pain.

"What kind of ecstasy soup did that fat girl feed you? What made you lose your mind about her? She is fat, ugly and hot, and she divorced you, making you ashamed!"

Widow Liu shook Mu Zichuan frantically, crying and scolding him.

"Why don't you have a long memory? Why do you miss such a person? Changping Village has a lot of girls who are better than her. Why don't you eat the white-faced steamed buns? You have to compete with the black-faced steamed buns." Son?"

Mu Zichuan's thin body was shaken by his mother.

Let his mother's fists rain down on his shoulders.

Even though his mother was crying until her heart was broken, tears and snot all over him.

He still stood upright, clenched his hands into fists, and frowned.

"Mom, you're right. She's fat, ugly, hot, and embarrassing me. Logically speaking, it's too late for me to hate her!"

After a pause, he looked at Widow Liu sadly, his voice was a little choked and hoarse.

Also with a bit of sadness, a bit helpless.

"However, the son is not up to date, the son can't control this place!"

He said in a deep voice, raised his hand and clenched his fist, and punched his chest hard.

Widow Liu's crying stopped abruptly.

She let go of Mu Zichuan, and staggered back two steps, as if she didn't know Mu Zichuan.

The room fell into an eerie silence, and neither mother nor child gnawed any more.

After a while, Widow Liu wiped away the tears on her face, gritted her teeth and said to Mu Zichuan, "Zichuan, don't even think about it, as long as I'm around, that fat girl won't even want to enter my old Mu's house! Even if you win the Juren in the future and become the No. [-] scholar, even if you want to take her as a concubine, I will never agree to it, so you give me up!"

After saying this, Widow Liu slammed the door and left.

In the room, Mu Zichuan also sat back down with a slumped face, as if all the energy in his body had been drained.

……

When Yang Ruoqing got home, she saw Duke Ga, Fifth Uncle, Second Cousin, and Uncle Big Niu busy in the open space next to the courtyard wall opposite the West House.

The old grandson was cutting bamboo there, and the second cousin Yang Yongjin was chopping wooden stakes there.

Uncle Wu brought all his carpentry axes and robes and planed the boards there.

Uncle Daniel is arranging thatch and straw.

You guys are building a pigsty?

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up, and she hurried over.

"Ga Gong, are you building a pigsty? Where did you get the bamboo and planks?"

Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

The little piggy who was originally going to be caught will be raised in Lao Yang's cowshed for a few days.

Wait for the pigsty to be covered before moving them here.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, the old grandson laughed and said, "Uncle Niu heard that your mother and the others went to catch piggies, so he brought bamboo and wood to our house and said they would build a pigsty for us."

"Just in time for your Fifth Uncle and the others to be at home today, come to see your father, the big guys think together, it's better to hit the sun than to choose a date, why not build it now!"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

Luo Fengtang, who followed behind her, put down the barrel in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and joined the team building the pigsty.

Over there, Yang Huazhou also came over, pointed to an open space in front of him and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, according to the theory of this pigsty, we have to use bricks and stones to build it outside, and then paste it with yellow mud to make it firm."

"But this place is not big, and if you use bricks and stones, Piggy won't have room to turn around."

"The few of us made up our minds and built a simple pigsty. We built a small house half a person high with a roof next to the wall, and nailed wooden doors on both sides to keep out the cold."

"Put a pig trough over there, and then over there, dig a small pit with a lower terrain. When the time comes to clean up the pig manure and urine, put it in the small pit, and then put it in a bucket."

"Let's go outside again, nail a circle with wooden stakes, pull up broken fishing nets and thorns to build a one-person-high fence."

"Piggy and chickens and ducks will be stocked together at that time."

"After a while, I'll get some bamboo and wood to make a chicken coop. How about it?"

After listening to Yang Huazhou's plan, Yang Ruoqing nodded in satisfaction.

Although in many ways, it is still a bit rudimentary, but it is already very good to be able to do this in such a short time.

"Uncle Wu, let's do as you said, I think it's very good!"

Yang Ruoqing grinned, and asked again: "How long will it take to finish it?"

Yang Huazhou said: "We have so many people, we can build it in one day!"

So fast?

In the afternoon, when the piglets are caught, they can directly live in their new home.

Yang Ruoqing smiled all over her face.

"Come on, Uncle Wu, Uncle Big Niu, I'll thank you all, stay for dinner at noon, I just bought some vegetables, so I'll cook for you!"

(End of this chapter)