After the house was confiscated, I relied on billions of dollars in supplies to become a group favor

Chapter 150 Familiarity
Mrs. Zhang usually treated her two daughters quite dotingly and obeyed her advice, but now she couldn't control Mu Qingshuang's thoughts at all.

"Shuang'er, you must be careful! Don't get caught!" Mrs. Zhang had a worried look on her face and could only sigh and warned, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"That idiot doesn't dare to go, then I'll go by myself. Mom, you have to rely on me for your future good days." Mu Qingshuang sneered again, nodded, and walked straight outside.

As long as that family is poisoned to death, they can continue to live without worries for the time being.

After Mu Qingshuang said this, she ran outside without looking back, looking around carefully along the way.

Mrs. Zhang was frightened and frightened in her heart. She was afraid that her eldest daughter would be caught by officials outside, and she was also worried that the entire Mu family was about to be poisoned to death by them.

Thinking that Chao'er might be poisoned to death by her own sister, Mrs. Zhang recited Amitabha, but her heart gradually became cold.

After all, neither mother nor daughter had multiple emotions. Otherwise, they would not have abandoned Mu Qinghong with his sprained leg in a life-or-death situation on the ship.

If they could really keep their stability and wealth for the rest of their lives, it would be okay to give up a son.

Mrs. Zhang is actually a selfish person, otherwise she would not have given birth to such a daughter.

She sat stiffly on the soft bench in the courtyard, staring at the door motionlessly, waiting for her eldest daughter to buy the poison.

About half an hour passed.

"Creak..." The door was gently pushed open, Mu Qingshuang trotted in with a hurried expression, and closed the door heavily.

Mu Qingshuang seemed to have been running all the way. She gasped for air, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said, "I... I was almost caught by an official."

"Then... you weren't discovered, right?" Mrs. Zhang patted her back to calm her down and asked cautiously.

"No, you probably didn't see me, almost." Mu Qingshuang shook her head and said with a somewhat dissatisfied look: "I really don't understand what my grandfather is doing by letting the officials live in the house."

She is not as naive as her mother and sister, and her grandfather is not that kind-hearted. Whether it is hijacking a ship or putting officials into the house, there must be unusual reasons.

But Mu Qingshuang can't figure out the reason now.

"It's good that I wasn't seen." Ms. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest, which was rising and falling violently.

Mu Qingshuang pinched the packet of poison powder in her hand, took out a small bottle, poured the poison powder into it, and mixed it with some water to dilute it.

After doing this, there was only some clear water left in the small bottle, and there was no sign of poison.

She specially bought colorless and odorless poison powder. As long as she sprinkled a little of the water on all their preserved fruits, the entire family would be poisoned to death.

Mu Qingshuang held the small bottle and shook it a few times, with a slight smile on her face.

"Mom, wait for me here. I'll be back as soon as I go."

Mu Qingshuang didn't say anything clearly. Mrs. Zhang also knew that her daughter was going out to poison her, so she could only warn her again: "Shuang'er, you must be careful."

"I see, mother."

Mu Qingshuang walked out of the door slowly and closed the door.

...On the other side, in the small dining room, the heat of the steamer came up faintly. It would take some time to steam this preserved fruit.

The preserved fruit had reached the final stage, and as the sky turned dark, Ruan He couldn't let the elderly Mrs. Mutai stay by the sweltering stove any longer.

She first asked Aunt Zong to help Mrs. Mutai go back, and she waited here for the preserved fruits to be cooked before leaving.

"Okay, then Xiaohe will come back soon." Mrs. Mutai was old and already a little sleepy by now. She nodded and agreed.

"Zhizhi!" A cry came from Mrs. Mutai's sleeves, and Panda poked out a furry little head.
During the process of steaming the preserved fruits, a rich sweetness filled the surroundings, which naturally attracted a certain glutton to come out.

Several cooks around heard the call and let out an ooh. They were all startled, and then they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw it was a white-haired pet mouse.

"I thought the mice would dare to come out and run around now, which scared me." An older cook said jokingly.

"Panda, where are you going?" Mrs. Mutai called out in surprise and saw mice scurrying out from inside.

As soon as Panda landed on the ground, he crawled forward quickly, sniffed with the tip of his nose, let out a squeaking cry of excitement, and went straight to the stove.

Ruan He only glanced at it and immediately understood the little guy's intention. With quick eyes and quick hands, he stretched out his hand and caught the mouse that flew towards him firmly in his palm.

"Zhizhi!" Panda called out anxiously, staring straight at the fragrant stove not far away with a pair of small black bean eyes.

"Climb over now and roast it directly." Ruan He rubbed its little head helplessly and patted it a few times.

When she was about to hand the little Panda to Mrs. Mutai, the little guy was very smart and quickly jumped up Ruan He's arm, making it too slippery to catch.

"Panda, come here and come back with me." Mrs. Mutai looked at Panda helplessly and coaxed softly.

Ruan He was just thinking about pulling it off her arm, but this little guy grabbed her sleeve forcefully and couldn't pull it off at all.

She didn't want to lose a piece of clothing, so she could only smile helplessly at Mrs. Mutai and said: "Grandma, please go back and rest first. I will take him back with me later. This little guy probably refuses to eat fresh preserved fruits." gone back."

"You are a glutton." Mrs. Mutai smiled in her eyes, tapped Panda's head with her fingertips, scolded with a smile, and then left accompanied by Aunt Zong.

Panda also saw the fire on the stove and heard the crackling sound of firewood. Naturally, he didn't dare to come forward. He just lay on Ruan He's shoulder and stared at the preserved fruit eagerly.

As she watched Mrs. Mutai go out, a cook from outside walked in hurriedly, her eyes wandered for a few times, and when she looked at Ruan He, she said seriously: "Girl, can you come out and do me a favor? "

Ruan He didn't think much about it. He glanced sideways at the preserved fruit and estimated that it would take some time before it was ready. He nodded and followed the cook out.

After all, these cooks also helped wash and peel and core the fruits, so they were doing their best.

She followed the cook out of the dining room. The cook walked into the courtyard, squatted on the ground, and moved a heavy bamboo basket heavily.

"It's so heavy, girl, come here and help me."

There were several cooks inside, so why did she choose to call herself, whom she was not familiar with?

(End of this chapter)