He tried to immerse himself in a sea of books so that he could forget about his troubles.

However, the books that used to make him thirsty for knowledge were tasteless.

Every word on the paper was moving, and in the end, it all turned into Yang Ruoqing's smiling face, dangling in front of his eyes......

When Widow Liu came in with a bowl of hot tea, she saw her son holding a handful of books, his eyes were straight, and he didn't turn a page for a long time.

He didn't even notice that she was coming.

What the hell is going on with this kid?

Widow Liu was full of doubts, put down the tea bowl lightly, and was just about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly—

"Qing'er~"

Widow Liu heard these two words overflowing from her son's mouth.

It's like a whisper, it's like a call.

A rare gentleness, retination, and longing.

Widow Liu froze in place for a moment, as if she had been struck by lightning!

She never dreamed that her son, who had always been cold and indifferent, would have such a tone......

He is not calling his mother, but a girl.

That girl is no one else, or a fat girl in the third room of the old Yang family who divorced him!

"Zichuan!"

Widow Liu rushed up, snatched the scroll from Mu Zichuan's hand, and threw it on the table.

"Are you stunned or what? What's so good about that fat girl, it's worth your trouble for her like this? Are you going to be angry with my mother? ”

Widow Liu roared angrily at Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan came back to his senses and hurriedly stood up from behind his desk, like a child who had done something wrong and had been caught.

He was at a loss, and hung his head weakly, ready to listen to his mother's anger.

Widow Liu was so angry that her face turned white, and she held Mu Zichuan's arms hard: "You tell your mother, are you still thinking about that fat girl?" ”

Mu Zichuan didn't make a sound, but just raised his eyes and glanced at the angry Widow Liu.

He didn't say anything, but the guilt in his eyes was like a dagger inserted into Widow Liu's heart.

Widow Liu was so angry that her face turned white and trembled.

The fingers she pinched Mu Zichuan's arm with great force, and her nails were pinched into the flesh, which made Mu Zichuan's delicate brows wrinkle together.

"What kind of ** soup did that fat girl pour you? What makes you lose sight of her? She's fat, ugly and spicy, and she divorced you, making you embarrassed and embarrassed! ”

Widow Liu shook Mu Zichuan like crazy, crying and scolding him.

"Why don't you have a long memory? Why do you care about such a person? A girl doll who is better than her, let's grab a handful of them in Changping Village, why don't you put the white-flour steamed buns and don't gnaw them, you have to compete with the black-faced wowotou? ”

Mu Zichuan's thin body was shaken by his mother.

Let his mother's fists rain down on his shoulders.

Let his mother cry so much that his liver and intestines are broken, and tears and snot smug him.

He still stood upright, his hands clenched into fists, his brow furrowed.

"Mother, you're right, she's fat, ugly and spicy, and she embarrass me, it stands to reason that it's too late for me to hate her!"

After a pause, he looked at Widow Liu sadly, his voice a little choked and a little hoarse.

is also a little sad and a little helpless.

"However, if the son is not angry, the son can't control here!"

He said in a deep voice, raising his hand into a fist and pounding his chest hard.

Widow Liu's crying came to an abrupt end.

She let go of Mu Zichuan and staggered back two steps, as if she didn't know Mu Zichuan.

There was an eerie silence in the room, and neither mother nor son made any more noise.

After a while, Widow Liu wiped the tears on her face, gritted her teeth at Mu Zichuan and said, "Zichuan, don't even think about it, as long as I am in one day, that fat girl will want to enter the door of my old Mu family!" Even if you win the promotion in the future and become the champion, even if you want to accept her as a concubine, I will not agree to die, you give me the heart to die! ”

Leaving these words, Widow Liu slammed the door and left.

In the room, Mu Zichuan also sat back with a dejected face, as if he had been drained of all his strength.

……

When Yang Ruoqing arrived home, she saw at a glance that Gagong and the fifth uncle, the second cousin, and Uncle Da Niu were busy working on the open space opposite the west house, next to the courtyard wall.

The old grandson was cutting bamboo there, and the second cousin Yang Yongjin was cutting wooden stakes there.

The fifth uncle brought all his carpentry axes and robes, and planked the planks there.

Uncle Niu was sorting out the thatch and straw.

Big guy, is this building a pigsty?

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up and she hurriedly rushed over.

"Ga Gong, are you building a pigsty? Where did you get the bamboo and planks? ”

Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

The little piglets, who were originally intended to be caught, were first raised in the cowshed of Lao Yang's family for a few days.

Wait until the pigsty is covered, and then move it over.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, the old grandson said with a smile: "Your eldest uncle heard that your mother and they went to catch piglets, so he came to our house with bamboo and wood and said that they would build a pigsty for us." ”

"Just in time for your fifth uncle, they are at home today, come to see your father, the big guys are combined, it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, it is better to start covering it now!"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

Luo Fengtang, who was following behind her, put down the barrel in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and joined the team to build the pigsty.

Over there, Yang Huazhou also walked over, pointed to a vacant space in front of him and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, according to this pigsty, we have to use bricks and stones to build it outside, and then paste it with yellow mud to make it firm." ”

"But this land is not big, and with bricks and stones, the piglets have no place to turn around."

"Let's put it all together and build a simple pigsty. Build a half-man tall roof next to the wall, and nail wooden doors on both sides to keep out the cold. ”

"Put a pig trough over there, and then dig a small pit on low ground, and then clean up the pig manure and pig urine into that small pit, and then use a bucket to leave."

"Let's go outside, nail a circle with a stake, and tear up a broken fishing net and wattles to build a one-man high fence."

"Piglets, chickens and ducks, when the time comes, they will be put together and stocked."

"I'll get some bamboo and wood in a while and make a chicken coop. How? ”

After listening to Yang Huazhou's plan, Yang Ruoqing nodded again and again with satisfaction.

Although in many ways, it is still a little rudimentary, but it is very good to be able to do this in such a rushed time.

"Fifth uncle, just do as you say, I think it's good!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and asked again: "How long will it take to build it?" ”

Yang Huazhou said: "With so many people, we can build it in one day!" ”

So fast?

Then the piglets will be able to live directly in their new home when they are caught.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"Cheng, fifth uncle, Uncle Da Niu, then I have to work for you, I will stay for dinner at noon, I just bought vegetables, so I will cook for you!"