Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 275 Wipe away the moisture from the corners of the eyes (one more)

The two of them walked a long way in a negotiated manner, until they turned the corner in front of them and inserted another road.

A figure stood out from the corner of the courtyard of a family behind him.

Mu Zichuan looked at the direction where the two went away, and his delicate brows were slightly wrinkled.

I had never dealt with this kid Luo Fengtang before.

I don't know what kind of person that kid is.

But judging from the conversation I just heard, this kid is very slick!

Send wood chips?

Just want to please Qinger with that kind of worthless junk?

What a petty guy!

However, seeing Qing'er smiling so happily...

Mu Zichuan's brows furrowed a little deeper.

After thinking for a while, he decisively turned around and ran towards his yard.

No, he must not let Qing'er be confused by the little kindness of this kid.

He wants to let Qing'er understand the difference between giving grace and sending poor beggars!

In the Westinghouse, Widow Liu was sitting on the loom weaving cloth.

Weaving is a technical job, and it is about the coordination of hands and feet.

While the woman stepped on the bottom pedal alternately, she pushed out the crossbar in front of her with her left hand, and pulled the hook hanging from the top of the loom with her right hand.

The thin and dense cotton thread in front of him rushed towards him like a tidal wave.

A small shuttle, like a flexible little fish, traverses through the surging waves...

"Da da da……"

Crisp and full of rhythm.

The shuttle goes from left to right, and the shuttle goes on and on.

When the sound stopped, Widow Liu pulled out the cotton thread that had been used up in the shuttle.

From the dustbin on the side, put another round of cotton thread into the shuttle

Then step on the loom...

The fine white cotton thread magically transformed into a flat white cotton cloth during her countless repeated movements.

The front and rear windows of the house were tightly shut.

In the middle of the room, there is a charcoal brazier.

In order not to let the sparks in the brazier shoot out and burn the clothes, there is also a cover on the brazier.

On the hood is a pair of muzichuan's shoes baking.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Widow Liu glanced at the hall without raising her head.

Seeing that it was mu Zichuan, Widow Liu was a little surprised.

"Didn't I ask you to fetch water? Why did you come home so soon?" she asked.

muzichuan said, "suddenly want to go to the latrine, I'll take the water later."

Widow Liu did not ask any more questions, turned her head and continued to weave.

On the other side of the main room, there was a sound of rummaging through things.

Widow Liu asked, "Zichuan, what are you looking for?"

"Mother, where is the fruit charcoal sent by my uncle a few days ago?" Mu Zichuan came to the Westinghouse and asked.

Widow Liu said, "It's in the warehouse."

"Mother, give me the key to the warehouse." Mu Zichuan stretched out his hand to Widow Liu.

Widow Liu was stunned for a moment, stopped her work and turned her head to look at mu Zichuan.

"What do you want the warehouse key for?" she asked.

"I'll take a look inside." mu Zichuan said.

This kid used to be deaf to things outside the window, and only read the books of sages and sages.

Why do you care about this today?

Seeing Widow Liu's suspicious look, mu Zichuan's eyes flashed.

"It's getting colder today, and I have to burn charcoal when my hands shake when I write at night."

He added.

"I want to see how much fruit charcoal is left at home, so I have a plan."

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched his nose.

The first time I lied, I lied to my mother, and I felt really ashamed!

Mu Zichuan didn't dare to look directly into Widow Liu's eyes.

Just when he thought his mother would not give him the key, a key was stuffed into his hand.

"I'm not bad, but I still know how to be a housekeeper? The key is here, you can go and see for yourself."

Mu Zichuan held the warehouse key in his hand and was startled.

On the loom, Widow Liu sighed while weaving: "The old Mu family has three generations of single generations, and each generation of men has never lived beyond the age of 30."

"Your father left early and didn't leave any savings for our mother."

"There are a few acres of thin fields at home, and I can't do it even a woman's family, so I rent it out, and collect some rent every year to wrap my belly."

"For all these years, it is fortunate that your two uncles have helped us."

"The eldest uncle is in business, and the younger uncle is a scholar."

"Our family's expenses are provided by your uncle."

"Your grooming, money for pen, ink and paper, and clothes for the four seasons are all purchased by my uncle."

"The ten catties of third-class fruit charcoal and the twenty catties of second-grade charcoal in the warehouse were all brought over by the first few **** uncles."

"The fruit charcoal is reserved for you to write at night to keep warm, and the less charcoal is used for baking shoes and socks."

"Now that you are old, mother should tell you about these things, so that you can have an idea."

After Widow Liu said this, she turned her head and saw that mu Zichuan was still standing at the door of the house.

The woman gave him a loving smile: "Why are you stunned there, child?"

"I said to carry water for a while, then I had to go to the toilet, and then I had to look at the warehouse."

"What's this about today?"

Hearing Widow Liu's question, mu Zichuan came back to his senses.

"Mother, don't worry, I will definitely study hard, and I will definitely live up to the expectations of my mother and uncle's family when I take the test next year!"

He clenched the key in his hand and gritted his teeth.

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the main room like a gust of wind.

On the loom, Widow Liu recalled her son's rhetoric just now, and the woman's face was full of relief.

She raised the base of her palm and wiped the moisture from the corner of her eyes.

Turn around and start weaving.

She has to weave a lot of cloth to make new clothes for her son.

If there is any excess, I will send it to my eldest brother's shop and sell it for money.

If you smash the pot and sell iron, you must also surrender your son, honor your ancestors, and be proud!

In the warehouse, mu Zichuan squatted in front of two piles of charcoal baskets with a conflicted expression.

The third-class fruit charcoal is more expensive than the second-class charcoal.

The fruit charcoal is burned, there is very little smoke and dust, and there is even a faint fragrance.

And regular charcoal doesn't.

Which one should I give to Qinger?

He hesitated...

The old Luo family is here.

"Tangyazi, you really are, make big and small warmers for my family, why don't you make one for your own?"

Yang Ruoqing looked at the three houses of their family, and couldn't help but scolded him.

Luo Fengtang scratched his head, before he could say a word.

Blacksmith Luo, who was on the side, said first: "Hey, what do the two of us want to do with that thing? You have many children, and it's not easy to do without a warm bucket."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head helplessly.

The two uncles and nephews are equally honest and kind.

Thinking of her purpose, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly took down the basket.

Bend over and take out a brand new cotton-padded jacket and trousers from inside.

"Tang Yazi, these are yours."

She shoved the clothes into his hands.

Luo Fengtang looked at the brand new cotton-padded clothes and trousers in his hand, the boy pursed his lips lightly, his face moved.

Blacksmith Luo looked at Han Yan with a smile.

"Tangyazi, what are you still doing stupidly? Hurry back to the house and wear it to see how it looks?" Luo Tiejia urged.

(End of this chapter)