Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3931 Die Without Regrets

When Zi Chuanniang said this, Mu Zichuan and Yang Ruoqing, who were in the same room, knew that she was forcing the marriage in another way.

Yang Ruoqing pretended not to hear, standing beside the bed and leaning over to pull the quilt on the bed.

Mu Zichuan was a little embarrassed, and he said to his mother, "Mother, you will live a long life, don't talk about life and death, it's unlucky."

Zi Chuanniang twitched her mouth, "Just change the subject with me. Every time I want to talk to you about marriage, you will find a way to get rid of me."

"Today, in front of your sister Qing'er, you can tell your mother something clear. When will mother see you marrying a daughter-in-law? Will mother see it in her life? Just give me a quick word." !” she said.

Mu Zichuan blushed, and glanced at Yang Ruoqing who had turned around, his eyes flickered, and he felt guilty inside, wishing to find a crack in the ground for a while.

"Mother, soon, soon..." he muttered.

Zi Chuanniang said: "Soon? When will it be soon? Every time I ask you, you always say soon. Tang Yazi's child who is the same age as you is now nine years old, and I haven't seen him yet." In the face of your daughter-in-law!"

Mu Zichuan could only laugh along with embarrassment.

"I have a clue, I really have a clue..." He murmured.

Zi Chuan Niang said: "Is there a clue? Don't keep prevaricating me with this sentence!"

"In the past few years, you have said that you have a clue, and mother has never seen you bring half a woman to your house." She continued.

"Zi Chuan, it doesn't matter if you are tall or short, fat or thin, black or white,"

"Don't worry about the background of your mother's family. As long as the woman is gentle and virtuous, and can take care of your food and daily life, and let you have hot meals when you come back from outside, you will be satisfied as a mother!"

"You are almost 30 years old now, and you are still alone. My mother looks at me, and my heart hurts!"

"Mother can't take care of you for the rest of your life. Mother will leave as soon as she closes her eyes and kicks her feet. Leaving you alone, Mother will not be at peace."

"If you start a family as soon as possible, even if my mother dies, don't worry!"

Niang Zichuan took Mu Zichuan's hand, and said each word with sincerity.

Mu Zichuan lowered his head, like a child who has done something wrong, except for nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, and occasionally saying 'hmm', he couldn't say anything else.

But Yang Ruoqing, who was a bystander, watched and listened, her eyes suddenly turned red.

Pity the hearts of parents in the world, the godmother is suffering from an incurable disease, but this heart is still hanging on Mu Zichuan.

In the world, mother's love and father's love are really the greatest, and no words can express one ten-thousandth of it!

Zi Chuanniang's face gradually showed tiredness.

At this moment, the bed was made, and Mu Zichuan discussed with his mother: "Mother, please rest, my son will not go anywhere, but stay at home with you."

Zi Chuanniang nodded, and looked at Yang Ruoqing again: "The bed made by my daughter-in-law looks comfortable, so I'll sleep for a while, Qing'er, you can do what you want."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Godmother, go to sleep, I will cook millet porridge for you later at night, and make snacks for you to eat."

Zi Chuan Niang smiled lovingly and nodded.

Yang Ruoqing helped her to the bed, knelt down to help her take off her shoes, saw Zi Chuanniang's well-crafted and exquisitely stitched shoes, and couldn't help but think of the things that Zi Chuanniang had given her Luo Baobao in the past few years. The other two kids made so many Four Seasons shoes.

Even the pair of shoes on her own feet at this moment were given by Niang Zichuan, and the patterns embroidered on them, even masters like Sun and Ping'er couldn't help but praise them.

Needlework style, just like writing, everyone can write, but everyone's handwriting has a different style.

This represents the personality of the person who holds the pen. Similarly, the number of stitches can also reflect the temperament of the woman holding the needle.

Sun's is simple, but solid.

Pinger's delicate, beautiful.

As for Zi Chuan Niang, Sun and Ping'er's evaluation is that Zi Chuan Niang is a person with a delicate heart.

Thinking that she would never be able to wear such shoes again, Yang Ruoqing felt sore and depressed.

But she still raised her head and said to Zi Chuanniang: "My mother and aunt miss you very much, my mother asked me to send a message to you, so that you can take a good rest and wait until tomorrow morning. Come and talk to you."

It is inconvenient to visit in the afternoon, everyone understands.

Zi Chuan Niang said: "This season is busy farming, your mother and your aunt are busy people, you can tell them for me later, I don't mind, let them be busy first, come and sit down when they are free. That's it."

Yang Ruoqing smiled obediently: "Well, I will definitely bring the words with me."

Zi Chuan Niang fell asleep after lying down.

Yang Ruoqing and Mu Zichuan stood in the west room for a while, then lowered the curtains, quietly exited the west room, and came to the east room to tidy the bedding for Mu Zichuan.

"My mother hasn't talked so much in one breath like today for quite a while, maybe it's because she's full at noon and she has a little more strength!"

Mu Zichuan and Yang Ruoqing said in a low voice, "Qing'er, thanks to you, my mother's appetite has been whetted. After the bedding is finished, I want to ask you how to cook!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, and looked at Mu Zichuan in disbelief.

"Did I hear correctly? You are a big man who wants to learn cooking? If I remember correctly, someone once said a word: Gentlemen stay away from cooking!" She teased.

Mu Zichuan blushed, and said, "This time, that time."

"My mother is sick, and a son should wait for her illness at the bedside, but I can't even boil a pot of water, so what's the use of reading more books?"

"Emperor Wen, the third son of the Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, was named Daiwang at the beginning. His mother Bo was weak and sick, and Emperor Wen served soup and medicine for three years without taking off his clothes."

"It is said that he has to taste every bowl of soup and medicine himself before letting his mother eat it with confidence."

"During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, there was a man of great learning and talent. He was like me. His father left early, and it was the widow who depended on each other to get by."

"When the widow was alive, she was afraid of thunder. After her death, she was buried in the forest behind the village. Whenever there was thunder and rain, the widow would run to his mother's grave to kneel down and comfort her."

"Let his mother not be afraid, with his son by his side."

"Mourning my parents, who bore me to work, mourning my parents, who gave birth to me to exhaustion, my father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Raise me, breed me, raise me and raise me. Haotian has no limit for the virtue of repayment."

"So, from today onwards, I, Mu Zichuan, will cook and serve my mother myself!"

He puffed out his chest, his gaze was like a torch.

Seeing his steadfast look, Yang Ruoqing showed some appreciation on his face.

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to be raised but the relatives don't wait." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Zi Chuan, since you have made up your mind, I will naturally help you. After I make the bed for you, I will teach you how to make porridge. Let's start with the simplest one."

"I believe that according to your aptitude, you will be able to do it with ease!"

(End of this chapter)