Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 279 What am I grateful for? (one more)

"Qing'er, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you're back."

Mu Zichuan came over and said.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised.

This is really what Tang Yazi said!

She looked directly at mu Zichuan and asked, "what are you waiting for me to do?"

Mu Zichuan rubbed his hands with a smile and said, "No, it's freezing cold. I'm afraid you'll freeze, so I'll bring you some charcoal."

"carbon?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"Yes." mu Zichuan nodded with a smile.

He turned and pointed to a small bag leaning against the wall over there.

"There is five jin of second-class charcoal in there. My mother asked my uncle to get it to keep me warm while reading and writing at night."

"I thought it must be cold in Qing'er's house, so I gave you half of it."

mu Zichuan said eloquently.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the charcoal bag placed in the corner.

What auspicious day is this today, why are both of them sending charcoal to her?

Here, mu Zichuan has been observing Yang Ruoqing's reaction.

In his estimation, Qing'er's family was so poor that they would definitely not be able to burn charcoal.

She must be overjoyed to give her a helping hand.

However, her reaction was different from what he expected.

Just when mu Zichuan was full of doubts, Yang Ruoqing spoke up.

She smiled and said to mu Zichuan, "I understand your kindness."

"You need charcoal to read and write at night. You should take this charcoal back with you."

As she spoke, she glanced at Luo Fengtang beside her.

"I just got a lot of wood scraps from Tang Yazi's house, and..."

Before Yang Ruoqing finished speaking, she was interrupted by mu Zichuan.

"Where can charcoal be used for wood scraps?"

Mu Zichuan glanced at the basket full of sawdust in Luo Fengtang's hand, and frowned slightly.

"Wood scraps are worthless, and the smell of smoke fills the house and choked people to tears."

He glanced at Luo Fengtang and the sawdust that Luo Fengtang was carrying, with a bit of contempt in his tone.

"I am second-class charcoal. The big households in the town burn this with very little smoke and dust."

"Qing'er, you take this charcoal first. It's not enough to look back. I'll find a way. Will it work?"

After Yang Ruoqing heard mu Zichuan's words, the smile on her face was still there.

However, it was not the grateful expression just now.

Full of undisguised ridicule.

"Mu Zichuan, I haven't finished speaking yet."

She said, then went around to the other side of Luo Fengtang and put the twine bag that he had thrown on his back on the ground.

"Tangyazi not only gave me wood scraps for fire, but also burned [-] catties of fruit charcoal for my family."

"Looking back, he has to continue to burn camphor charcoal. I think this winter's charcoal is enough, right?"

Mu Zichuan thought he heard it wrong.

Fruit charcoal?

How can it be!

He leaned over and glanced at the charcoal in the twine bag.

Regardless of color or appearance.

Or the texture of the fracture, or the faint fragrance emanating.

This quality is far better than the ten kilograms of fruit charcoal at home!

Moreover, Luo Fengtang is [-] pounds for one gift.

Mu Zichuan turned his head and glanced at the five catties of second-class charcoal leaning against the corner, and his face turned red.

I can't wait to find a seam to drill!

Yang Ruoqing glanced at mu Zichuan and frowned secretly.

She didn't want to embarrass mu Zichuan today.

Although there was some arrogance and contempt in his words, which made her unhappy.

But he didn't mean to find fault.

He's here to deliver charcoal.

The starting point is good.

She immediately re-screwed the mouth of the bag and handed it to Luo Fengtang.

"Tangyazi, you can take your things to my house first. I'll come after a few words with him."

"Ok!"

Luo Fengtang responded.

He knew that staying here would make mu Zichuan even more embarrassed.

He believed even more that Qinger had her own measure of doing things.

Luo Fengtang didn't ask any more questions, and strode into the alley with something.

Here, there are only mu Zichuan and Yang Ruoqing left.

Mu Zichuan's whole body is like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Yang Ruoqing walked up to him, took a breath, and said in a clear voice, "Don't act like this, in the end, I'm still very grateful to you."

"Thank me?"

mu Zichuan slowly raised his eyes.

"What am I grateful for? Do I have anything to be grateful for, Qing'er?"

he asked self-deprecatingly.

I thought that five kilograms of second-class charcoal would shock Qing'er.

Unexpectedly, the first shot is [-] catties of fruit charcoal.

mu Zichuan feels like a clown jumping on the beam.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him quietly, as if she could see through his mind.

She sighed lightly and said to muzichuan, "it doesn't matter if it's fruit charcoal or charcoal, or even wood chips and pine balls."

"There is no distinction between high and low, and no matter how deep or shallow the kindness is."

"In such a cold winter, you can think of me and give me something to keep warm."

"Even if it's a straw, I'm grateful!"

"Qing'er..."

The corners of mu Zichuan's lips wriggled, and he looked at her deeply with a moving face.

"Mu Zichuan, wait for me to finish my words first, okay?" she asked with a smile.

mu Zichuan nodded: "OK, you say, I'm all ears."

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes secretly.

A scholar is a scholar, you can listen to it, and you have to slap the text.

Hey!

"Mu Zichuan, I understand your kindness, but I don't like to hear what you said about running on Tangyazi today."

Yang Ruoqing said.

"Qing'er, are you protecting him?" Mu Zichuan asked with a frown.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I don't help relatives."

"I just think that what you gave you, he gave him, there's no need to slander what others gave."

"It doesn't make sense, it just seems narrow-minded."

"You are a student, and in the future, you will be tested for fame."

"There is a saying that the prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach, speak and act, and it will be disgusting to be so bitter. Do you understand?"

She told him word by word, which was the first time she had opened up to him.

mu Zichuan was silent, thinking flashed in his eyes.

He understood that Yang Ruoqing's words were trusting him.

He understands the truth, and he is not usually a narrow-minded person.

But I don't know why, every time I see her with Luo Fengtang.

It will become uncontrollable, and the words will also appear bitter and mean!

"Qing'er, you're right, I'm reckless about this today, and I won't do this again in the future."

mu Zichuan said in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Zichuan is not the kind of incurable person. His saliva is not in vain.

"Sure, let's talk about it. You bring your charcoal to go home earlier, I should go in too." She urged with a smile.

Mu Zichuan shook his head.

"I know that my five kilograms of charcoal can't compare to Tang Yazi's thirty kilograms of fruit charcoal."

He said, "But you just said that as long as it's a straw, it's all my heart."

"Then why don't you accept my heart?"

He stared into her eyes and asked.

(End of this chapter)