Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 181 Inflicting Humiliation

"Am I an outsider?" Mu Zichuan pointed to his nose and asked, his fingers trembling slightly.

He and her had been engaged since they were young!

Since she could walk, she clings to him like a follower.

He used to study in a private school in a neighboring village, and she ran over every day to wait for him by playing with mud at the gate of the private school.

Walking in the village, as long as there is him, there will be 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 entrust the relationship between Ga Gong and his uncle and go to the school in the town.

He has been avoiding her, hiding for several years.

Now, he didn't want to hide anymore, and even wanted to take the initiative to get close to her.

However, in her eyes, she no longer looked at him.

How can a man do this?How could this be!

Hearing Mu Zichuan's question, Yang Ruoqing seemed to have heard the funniest joke.

"Your surname is Mu, and my surname is Yang. We are neither relatives nor relatives. What if we are not outsiders?"

She smiled and asked back, "Also, it's because you still call yourself a scholar. There is a saying that a gentleman cannot stand under a dangerous wall. If you are a scholar, if you don't read your sage books carefully, you go to listen to the gossip of the village women. You are a scholar." Lang, are you worthy of Confucius?"

What he said made Mu Zichuan speechless, blushing.

He found that no matter how reasonable the matter is, as long as he argues with Qinger, he will be at a disadvantage.

This girl, who couldn't speak clearly in the past, why is she so tricky and weird now?

Such sharp teeth and sharp mouth speak clearly and logically.

It's not annoying at all, on the contrary, I want to appreciate her more and more!

However, I saw the neatly folded men's clothes in the basket.

The smile that hadn't parted from the corner of Mu Zichuan's mouth disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Qing'er, I won't argue with you, I will prove it to you with facts, Luo Fengtang and I, who is worth entrusting for life!"

Without waiting for her response, Mu Zichuan turned around and left resolutely.

Yang Ruoqing was left in a daze, tilting her head to watch his thin and thin figure drift away.

This sour scholar, what do you mean?

Listening to this voice, could it be that he regretted his divorce?

What do you think of your sister?

Chinese cabbage on the roadside, just buy it if you want?Return it if you don't like it?

Tsk, dead scholar, be careful what you say, and if you say such stupid words again, I will slap you away with a slap!

……

Arriving straight at the old Luo's house, Blacksmith Luo was squatting at the door of the kitchen smoking a pipe with a sad face.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing enter the yard, Blacksmith Luo's eyes lit up.

Hastily pulled out the dry tobacco stick in his mouth and greeted him, "Miss Qing, you came just in time, help me to persuade Xia Tang Yazi."

"What's the matter with him?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

"I asked him to recuperate on his stomach on the bed, but he refused to listen and insisted on working in the fields." Luo Tiejiang said.

"Then did he burn yesterday?" She asked again.

"That's not true. I slept all day after drinking porridge, and ate a little at night!"

"That's good." Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"But he went to pick up the water house just after dawn, and swept the yard. He's chopping firewood in the backyard right now, and he can't stop him! He's not fully recovered yet, so what if he gets touched?" Blacksmith Luo It's very wrong.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Uncle Luo, don't worry, I'll call him back to rest."

So she handed the bamboo strips basket to Blacksmith Luo, and asked him to heat up the bowl of corn paste, and went to the backyard by herself to find Luo Fengtang.

……

In the backyard, Luo Fengtang was busy chopping wood with the 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, thicker than an adult's thigh, were instantly split in half under his axe, like chopping melons and vegetables.

On one side of the ground, a lot of split firewood has been piled up.

"I came here to do physical work before the wound scabbed over, and it took a lot of trouble to turn around and burst open. Did you deliberately want me to see your ass and see the needles in your eyes?"

A crisp voice came from behind.

Luo Fengtang raised the ax high and paused on the top of his head.

What the girl said made his face turn red again.

Lowering the ax in his hand, he turned around.

The girl stood with her arms folded on her chest, leaning against the courtyard wall made of yellow mud and rocks.

Seeing him turn around, she looked at him with a smile.

"After sleeping all day, my body is 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, you have to lie in bed for three to five days before you can get off the ground."

She walked up to him and stood on tiptoe.

He raised his sleeve and gently wiped the sweat from his head and face.

Her clothes are washed with soap locust powder.

When wiping the sweat beads for him, the fresh scent of saponins penetrated into his nostrils.

He secretly took a deep breath.

Qinger...it smells so good!

"Look at you, you're all sweating."

After wiping, she returned.

The scent in his breath dissipated, and he suddenly felt empty in his heart.

"Hurry up and go back to the house and lie down, don't be in a hurry for a while. When you are fully recovered, I'm afraid there will be no heavy work for you!"

Her voice came again, and the person had already turned around and walked towards the front room.

Luo Fengtang hesitated, put down the ax in his hand, and chased after him.

Westinghouse.

Yang Ruoqing was bending over to make the bed for him.

She has never seen a person who can sleep on the bed like this!

She felt that her pig's nest was cleaner and more comfortable than his bed.

Look at the quilt cover and pillow cover, it's just tattered and riddled with holes.

There is a strange smell on it, I am afraid that the old man has not washed it for a long time, and has not seen the sun.

The past two days have been overcast and overcast with no sun.

So Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to pick up the quilt on his bed and shake off the dust on it.

Then re-roll the quilt and lay the pillow flat.

After finishing all this, she turned around and waved to Luo Fengtang who was standing at the door of the house and was looking at this side: "Come here, lie down!"

Luo Fengtang followed his words, lay down on the bed, and sat on his side, avoiding the wound as much as possible.

His eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's figure.

Watch her tiptoe to remove the sieves on the front and back windows, and watch her pick up the wooden basin in the middle of the room and lean against the corner.

She leaned down again, gathered the shoes from the east and the west under the bed, and put them outside the window to blow.

Luo Fengtang finally understood what Yang Ruoqing was doing.

He said in a voice: "Qing'er, don't be so busy, I'll clean up the house by myself when I recover from my injury."

"You clean up the fart, 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.

"It just so happens that I'm free today, so let me come, and you can rest!"

While speaking, she had already brought a broom and a dustpan, and gently swept the floor.

Luo Fengtang was silenced by her, sitting on the bed with a blushing face, watching her sweep the floor, scrub the window sill and the wardrobe...

(End of this chapter)