Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 913 Not Rare (Third)

"I have nothing to say to you, you should leave quickly." She said without looking back.

"No, I have to say this today..."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab her hand.

While avoiding him sideways, she slapped him on the shoulder.

"Speak well, and then I will chop off your salty pig's hand!" She said displeased.

Mu Zichuan lowered his head and glanced at the five-finger black mark on his shoulder, which was still stained with yellow, black and black pig food, and his complexion immediately turned pale.

He quickly took out a veil and wiped it frantically.

It can be seen that he has a cleanliness.

Yang Ruoqing snorted, turned around and walked to the well in front.

After wiping, he followed to the well.

With the lesson just now, I dare not get too close this time.

Watching her fetch water from a distance of five steps.

"Qing'er, don't worry, I didn't mean it just now, I offended you in a moment of impatience, I apologize to you..."

He looked at her face and said cautiously.

Yang Ruoqing ignored him.

He took the bucket tied with a long rope by the well and threw it into the well, then leaned over and stretched out with both hands.

Slowly lift a bucket of water up the mouth of the well.

On the side, Mu Zichuan sorted out his words, and then said, "Qing'er, I'm going to Changhuaizhou to take the township examination in two days."

"I go back and forth, and I'm afraid it will take about three months before I can return to the village when the announcement is issued."

"As long as you nod your head, once I pass the Juren examination, even if I can't go back to the village right away, I will send a message to my mother."

"Let her ask a matchmaker to come to your house and propose marriage to you, will you agree?"

He asked seriously.

Wedding candles in the bridal chamber and titles on the gold list have been two great joys in life since ancient times.

If she wins Juren, Qing'er is the wife of Juren. What an honor this is?

In Mu Zichuan's expectation, this honor would definitely touch Qing'er's heart and make her change her mind.

So, after saying all this, he looked at her with a look of complacency and anticipation.

I want to see her surprise reaction.

but--

As if she didn't hear it, she washed her hands with the bucket of clear well water that was just brought up.

"Qing'er, I'm discussing our lifelong affairs with you, why don't you respond?"

he asked in surprise.

This time, Yang Ruoqing finally responded.

She raised her eyelids and glanced at Mu Zichuan, then smiled.

Seeing her smile, he smiled too.

She knew that the so-called unswerving determination between her and Tang Yazi was not worth the glory and wealth in this world after all.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak.

"puff!"

A bucket of cool, cool water poured down the head.

Mu Zichuan became a drowned chicken, he froze in place, staring at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing put down the empty bucket in her hand, and raised the corners of her lips.

"Mu Zichuan, do you have an itchy skin or an itchy mouth? Directly, tactfully, I've said a lot about refusing, why don't you understand?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

"This is the last time, I, Yang Ruoqing, will tell you formally."

"Don't say that you are going to Changhuaizhou to take the exam, even if you go to the Jinluan Palace to take the exam for the number one scholar, the imperial list is issued, and I, Yang Ruoqing, would not care to be your wife of the number one scholar!"

She spoke every word with a clear accent, without any ambiguity.

Mu Zichuan clutched his chest, looking puzzled.

"Why do you treat me like this? Qing'er, what is wrong with me to you? Mrs. Juren promised you in advance!"

"This piece of sincerity, is this how you ruined it?"

He asked in a deep voice, word by word, as if crying blood.

These words successfully made her laugh.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the overturned empty barrel on the ground.

"Your sincerity? Hehe..."

"I don't know what your sincerity is, and I'm not interested in knowing."

"All I know is that if it were Luo Fengtang today."

"He definitely wouldn't just stand by and watch me do my best to fetch water."

"What is sincerity?"

"Let me tell you, I really don't need your bullshit sweet talk."

"It's really, I'm going to wash my hands, you can fetch a bucket of water for me."

"The truth is, I'm going to cook, so you help me stuff the firewood."

"The truth is, I'm feeding the pigs, you help me keep the pigs in order and prevent them from looting and fighting."

"Sincereness is not the wealth of the sky, and sincerity is not the honor of Mrs. Juren."

"Sincereness is actually very simple. Unfortunately, you, Mu Zichuan, are too complicated. I don't need your sincerity, and I don't care for it."

"The back door is there, please get out!"

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the back door of the yard over there, and looked at Mu Zichuan coldly.

Mu Zichuan stood where he was, his hair was still dripping water, and his body was not even half dry.

He stared at the girl in front of him.

In her eyes, all he saw was indifference and alienation.

disgust and contempt.

Mu Zichuan didn't know how he got out of Yang Ruoqing's backyard.

Along the way, he was in a daze, like a person who had lost his soul.

The villagers who met him cast curious glances at him.

He didn't care about it either.

Yang Ruoqing's words kept ringing in her mind and ears.

sincere?

What is sincerity?

I, Mu Zichuan, dig my heart and soul out for you, but in the end, I'm still so worthless?

Ha ha……

Ha ha……

……

Seeing that Mu Zichuan finally left, Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

If possible, she didn't want to have any grudges with this person.

There is a saying that enemies should be resolved rather than knotted.

However, he said those nonsense over and over again, and he was still self-righteous.

Use those empty names as bait.

This is a kind of disrespect and a kind of desecration of feelings.

For this, she despises it.

She let out a breath and turned around.

She was surprised when she saw a certain man standing not far behind her.

"Yeah? Didn't you go to the mountains? Why are you back?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang smiled softly, "A brother in the herbal collection team twisted his ankle, I will send him back to the village to have a rest, and stop by to drink tea before going back to the mountain."

He said, raising his foot towards her.

"Oh," she nodded, thinking of something, she asked him again: "When did you come here?"

Luo Fengtang didn't answer her immediately, but came to the well, and first bent down to straighten the wooden barrel she had overturned earlier.

Then he straightened up and stretched out his long arms to hug her directly into his arms.

"What are you hugging? I just fed the dirty pigs..."

In broad daylight, Xiaoping and the others were in the front yard, so she felt a little embarrassed.

He hugged her even tighter, not letting her break free.

"I came back from the mountains. I'm dirtier than you. I just want to give you a hug..." He smiled lowly.

Resting his chin on the top of her hair, he kissed her hair lightly.

Now, she was even more embarrassed.

The palm rested on his hard and strong chest, gently pushed away a little distance, and looked up at him.

"You haven't answered me yet, when did you come here?" She asked.

He looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "Mu Zichuan made a promise to you about Mrs. Juren's time."

"Uh……"

Her eyes flickered.

(End of this chapter)