Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 649 Still the first one (one more)

Seeing his pensive look, he has been refusing to express his opinion for a long time.

Old Geng Bo showed some surprise.

Isn't Zuo Zhuangzhu the most warm-hearted?

Why did Miss Yang say so much, but the owner didn't agree?

A trace of puzzlement also flashed across Luo Fengtang's eyes.

The big gift from Qing'er obviously made Zhuang Zhuo very happy.

Why now...

Compared to old Geng Bo and Luo Fengtang's doubts, Yang Ruoqing was very relieved.

Zuo Zhuangzhu is kind and warm-hearted, and is willing to help the villagers.

Farm tools and so on are all given away for free.

To put it bluntly, these are just small favors to Zhuangzhu Zuo.

He is not stupid.

With the Zuo family in his hands, the family has a big business.

It is enough to show that he is not only a craftsman obsessed with carpentry, but also a successful businessman.

When it comes to the great interests of the family, he will definitely have his own measure.

After all, she didn't ask him for a stool and chair.

Instead, she begged him to help her fight against rich man Li.

He hesitated, hesitated, and had his own trade-offs, which she could understand.

"Master Zuo, besides this keel waterwheel, I also have some opinions on other furniture items, maybe I can serve as a reference for the owner..."

She casts the bait again.

Zuo Junmo slowly raised his eyes, his deep gaze fell on Yang Ruoqing.

This little girl is very smart.

Instead of begging hard, but increasing the bargaining chip, heh, it's a bit interesting.

With his slender and well-knit fingers, he tapped the drawing paper in his hand lightly.

Looking at her, he smiled and said, "This time, I can help you block it."

"Listen to my advice, with Li Wencai, don't make a death feud if you can. He is far more than what you see!"

On the way back from Zhuangzhu Zuo's house, Yang Ruoqing felt a little heavy.

Zhuang Zhuo's words were not too clear, but she understood.

Rich Li in Lijiazhuang must have a bigger force behind him.

That power, let the Zuo Zhuangzhu have to weigh it.

After returning to the room and closing the door, Luo Fengtang raised his hand and gently pressed her shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, Qing'er, the soldiers will come to cover up the water and soil, let's deal with the field first."

"We are not afraid of what will happen in the future, we have other turning points, you believe me!" He said in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and looked at his firm face.

Heart moved.

It doesn't matter if it's County Magistrate Zou or the owner of Zuo Zhuang.

To put it bluntly, it was an exchange of interests between these people and her.

From the beginning to the end, only this person in front of her was the one who stayed by her side without hesitation, without calculation, without consideration, and without weighing.

Share sweets, share hardships, share adversity!

"With you here, I'm not afraid of anything that gets in my way!" She said clearly.

Luo Fengtang nodded, reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

As long as he is alive, he will protect her for a day.

Whoever dares to bully her, Heavenly King Lao Tzu, he dares to kill!

The two rubbed their ears together for a while, and then reluctantly let go of each other.

"Are you tired of drawing pictures today? Rest early." He urged.

She smiled and nodded.

"Master Zuo invited us to stay here for two more days. Tomorrow, take out half of the gifts in the carriage and give them to Old Geng Bo and the others," she said.

Zuo Junmo got the blueprint of the keel waterwheel tonight, and he is afraid that he will have to make it at night.

He asked her to stay with Tang Yazi for a few more days, probably because he wanted to wait for the keel cart to be built, and then let her check it out.

Luo Fengtang knew exactly what Yang Ruoqing was thinking.

He said: "Well, then stay for two more days, and I'll take some gifts when I turn back."

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In Zuo Junmo's room, the lights were on all night.

The sound of saws and axes also rang all night...

The next day, when Yang Ruoqing got up early to help the old Uncle Geng and his wife cook breakfast, Luo Fengtang had already filled up the water tank.

The yard was swept and the firewood chopped.

Seeing Luo Fengtang being so diligent, the old couple were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear.

She kept praising him to Yang Ruoqing.

Zuo Junmo was extremely efficient in doing things, and two days later, he sent someone over to ask Yang Ruoqing to come over.

In the past, it happened to be afternoon, and Luo Fengtang accompanied Old Geng Bo to the mountain behind the village to cut firewood.

Yang Ruoqing went there by herself.

In the courtyard of Zuo's house, she saw an old woman with all white hair feeding chickens with her.

There was a person dressed as a servant girl by her side, and she wanted to feed her several times, but the old woman refused to let her.

"I won't be allowed to do any work, and I'll be suffocated to death!"

The old woman smiled.

The servant girl had no choice but to follow along with her hands down.

Seeing Chang Gong leading Yang Ruoqing into her yard, the old lady was surprised.

The maid next to her whispered a few words into the old woman's ear, and the old woman suddenly realized.

His sizing eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing who was walking over.

Yang Ruoqing also saw the old woman feeding the chickens, looking at her face, she looked kindly.

In terms of age, she is about the same as Tan's.

Tan's hair is only gray, but the old woman in front of her has silver hair.

The left owner's mother?

The one who was rumored to be so worried about Zhuang Zhuo's marriage that his hair turned gray all night?

As soon as this idea came to mind, the long-term worker who led the way stopped and made a recommendation.

"Miss Yang, this is our old lady."

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly took a step forward, met Mrs. Zuo's scrutinizing gaze, and gracefully performed the etiquette that a junior treats an elder.

"Junior Yang Ruoqing, send my regards to the old lady."

Mrs. Zuo smiled and nodded: "My good boy, are you a guest invited by my family, Jun Mo? Hurry up and invite me to the room."

The old lady then asked the maid next to her, "Where is Jun Mo? Where is Jun Mo?"

The servant girl said, "It's in the carpentry room in the backyard."

The old lady hurriedly said to the long-term worker again: "Then quickly take Miss Yang to the carpentry workshop."

Changgong made a gesture of invitation to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, smiled at Mrs. Zuo again, turned around and followed the long worker into the house.

Here, Mrs. Zuo didn't care about feeding the chicken anymore, her eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's back.

"Yangliu's slender waist rubs her buttocks, well, this girl is not bad, Wangfu, she is very fertile..."

The old lady left murmured.

The maid next to her laughed out loud.

Mrs. Zuo glared at the servant girl: "What are you laughing at? I'm not wrong, this girl looks good, and she really looks like a husband and wife with Jun Mo!"

The maid stopped laughing, with a look of helplessness on her face.

"Old lady, I've heard you say this no less than ten times."

"My girls from Zuojiazhuang, you have told them all one by one, hey!" The servant girl was speechless.

Mrs. Zuo argued: "I'm in a hurry, Jun Mo is 21, and the marriage hasn't happened yet!"

"Hey, don't you think it's strange, Jun Mo never recruited girls in his home before, and this girl Yang is the first one. Could it be...?"

Madam Zuo became excited when she thought of this.

It was as if he had been bloodied with chickens, and he couldn't stand anymore, so he threw the remaining rice husks to the chickens and ducks.

He turned around and walked excitedly towards the house.

(End of this chapter)