Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3373 Muzichuan let go
Widow Liu turned her head slowly and looked at Mu Zichuan, "Then you promise mother that she will find a wife for you to marry and have children?"

Mu Zichuan froze, and slowly released his fingers from Widow Liu's body.

"Mother, please redeem your son for being unfilial, this, my son really can't do it!" He said.

"Why can't you do it? Are you still pretending to be someone you shouldn't pretend to be?" Widow Liu asked.

Mu Zichuan's face turned pale, then he shook his head: "No, no..."

"Master Mo Ruomu, don't lie to me anymore, the way you looked at Qing'er at the dinner table that day, a fool can see that you have a heart for her!" she said.

Mu Zichuan's face turned even paler.

"It's nothing, I really just treat Qing'er as a younger sister to protect, mother, don't say that..."

"If you really do what you say in your heart and stop thinking about Qing'er completely, then you should listen to your mother and make an appointment at home, and give me a grandson for me to hug as soon as possible. In the future, you I love you so much!"

Mu Zichuan shook his head, "No, absolutely not, I don't want to marry!"

The mother and son fell apart again.

From the next day, Widow Liu began to lie in bed and couldn't get up. She said she was sick, and she didn't eat, drink, go to the ground, or talk to Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan came to the house to bring tea and meals to Widow Liu, but Widow Liu ignored her.

Mu Zichuan had no choice but to suffer like this for three days, seeing Widow Liu starved to skin and bones, with sunken eye sockets and protruding cheekbones.

Mu Zichuan was really anxious now, and he was so guilty that he didn't dare to ask Sun for help, so he asked them to persuade him.

I can only worry at home alone, kneeling in front of Widow Liu's bed.

But this time, Widow Liu seemed to have become determined after eating the weight. If Mu Zichuan didn't let go, she would starve herself to death.

On the fourth day, Widow Liu was so hungry that she couldn't sit still and could only lie down.

Also started vomiting.

Mu Zichuan couldn't bear it anymore, and knelt in front of Widow Liu's bed, "Mother, please don't do this, my son is afraid."

"As long as you are willing to eat, my son will promise you anything, and you can do whatever you want!"

These words were like a good medicine, Widow Liu's eyes that had been dim for several days suddenly recovered.

She turned her head and looked at him in disbelief: "Really?"

Mu Zichuan raised his hand, "If a gentleman says something, it's hard to catch a horse. As long as the mother is good, the son will agree to everything."

Let my mother eat well first and take care of her body. When my mother takes care of her body, she will go to Huguang County to take office after the Chinese New Year.

The new official takes office three fires, and when the time comes when the official duties will be busy, it is natural to use an excuse to shirk the marriage, and the mother is not easy to get angry.

Widow Liu got up from the bed, "I'm hungry, I want to eat!"

Seeing that his delaying plan worked, Mu Zichuan was overjoyed, and hurriedly got up and ordered the two maids in the room: "Hurry up and serve the food."

The two little maids responded and hurried to carry it.

Widow Liu ate two large bowls of rice in one go, and her strength returned immediately.

Originally, I could still eat the third bowl, but considering that I haven’t eaten for several days, eating too much suddenly is not good for my health, so I had to hold back.

"Bring me clothes and shoes. I'm going outside to get some fresh air and drop by." Widow Liu ordered the two little maids.

One of the two little maids brought clothes, and the other fetched hot water to wash Widow Liu's face and comb her hair.

Seeing his mother go out in good spirits, Mu Zichuan was both relieved and guilty.

I'm sorry, mother, holding a grandson is a trivial matter for others, but it is a very difficult matter for you.

The only blame is to blame the son, the son still can't get over the hurdle in his heart, and still can't forget Qing'er.

A son can't marry another woman. If he marries another woman rashly, it won't give her happiness, but it will delay an innocent woman's life.

My son doesn't want to commit crimes, please forgive me.

Until the figure of Widow Liu completely disappeared from sight, Mu Zichuan turned around and went back to the house.

He did not read or write, but opened the cage, took out a bundle of picture scrolls tied with ribbons, and then spread them out on the desk to read one by one.

On these scrolls, all the paintings are of the same person.

When she was young, she was silly, chubby, holding a handful of jujubes in her hand.

A drop of crystal saliva hangs on the corner of her mouth...

In her cardamom years, she was a bit more beastly, with two braids, bright eyes, and a playful smile.

There is also her in her girlhood. At this time, her waist is thinner and her chest is gradually bulging.

But he was very strong, standing by the pond, holding a bucket in each hand.

There are many, many more, all about her, which are opened on the desk and looked at at a glance, like the epitome of a girl's growth process.

Eyebrows and facial features, a smile, lifelike.

As if standing in front of him vividly, smiling, he bent down, his obsessive eyes wandered and lingered on the picture scrolls, lingering and forgetting to return.

These paintings are all accumulated by his paintings over the years, especially when he was in Helanzhou, where he was once besieged by rebels.

He was afraid of death, afraid that if he died, he would never see her again.

He also longed to die, so that in the next life he could find her earlier, and he would no longer be indifferent or disgusted with her.
When we meet again in the next life, he must give her care and warmth as soon as possible, so that she can only see him at the first sight when she is in love.

So during that period of siege, he missed her crazily and drew her crazily.

……

While Mu Zichuan was muttering to himself on many of Yang Ruoqing's scrolls, Widow Liu was with Mrs. Sun in the kitchen in the backyard. While helping Mrs. Sun make dumplings, Widow Liu begged Mrs. Sun for something in a low voice.

"I haven't been here in my hometown for the past two years, and I don't know very well about the girls in my hometown who haven't mentioned their husband's family yet,"

"Miss Qing'er, you are more familiar with this area than I am, and you are more popular than me. Please help me pay attention to see which girl is suitable." Widow Liu said.

Sun smiled and said: "My God, Zi Chuan is both talented and beautiful, so what can you do, we still need to inquire about his marriage?"

"As long as you spread the word a little bit, all the families with girls in eight villages ten miles away will come to ask you, who wouldn't want to marry Zi Chuan!"

Mrs. Sun was telling the truth. Mu Zichuan was indeed excellent. Because of his excellence, the daughters of farmers' families, as well as those big families outside the town, did not dare to come and climb.

Here, Widow Liu continued: "I'm still a little worried. My family, Zi Chuan, will be almost 27 after the new year, so he's a bit old."

"Those girls, they have to talk about their in-laws at the age of 14, and they get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen. How can there be anyone who matches his age?" She asked again.

"If you marry a 14-year-old, you will be more than a round older than others. I am worried that they will not be willing to marry..."

Hearing Widow Liu's words, Sun smiled, and suddenly found that Widow Liu liked to worry more than herself.

(End of this chapter)