The two of them walked far away until they turned the bend in front of them and cut into another way.

Behind him, under the corner of the courtyard wall of a family, a figure stood out.

Mu Zichuan looked at the direction in which the two walked away, and his delicate brows furrowed slightly.

I have never dealt with Luo Fengtang, a kid, before.

I don't know what kind of person that kid is.

But judging from the conversation I just heard, this kid is very slippery!

Sending wood chips?

Take that worthless thing and just want to please Qing'er?

What a petty guy!

However, seeing Qing'er still smiling so happily......

Mu Zichuan's brows furrowed a little deeper.

After thinking for a while, he decisively turned around and ran towards his yard.

No, he must not let Qing'er be confused by this kid's little favor.

He wants Qing'er to understand the difference between giving grace and sending the poor Hanako!

In the West House, Widow Liu is sitting on a loom weaving.

Weaving is a technical job, and it pays attention to the coordination of hands and feet.

While the woman's feet took turns on the pedal underneath, she pushed out the beam in front of her with her left hand and pulled the hook hanging from the loom with her right hand.

The fine and dense cotton threads in front of him rushed over like the waves of the surging sea.

A small shuttle is like a nimble little fish, crossing the waves......

"Da Da Da ......"

Crisp and rhythmic.

The shuttle shuttles from left to right.

When the sound stopped, Widow Liu pulled out the used cotton thread in the shuttle.

From the dustpan on the side, replace it with a circle of cotton thread and stuff it into the shuttle

Then step on the loom......

The fine and dense white cotton threads, in her countless repetitions, magically transformed into smooth white cotton cloth.

The front and back windows of the house were tightly closed.

In the middle of the room, there is a charcoal brazier.

In order to prevent the sparks in the brazier from bursting out and burning the clothes, the brazier was also covered with a cover.

On the cover, there was a pair of Mu Zichuan's shoes baking.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Widow Liu glanced at the hall without raising her head.

Seeing that it was Mu Zichuan, Widow Liu was a little surprised.

"Didn't you go and carry water? Why did you come home so soon? She asked.

Mu Zichuan said: "I suddenly want to go to the toilet, and the water will be carried later." ”

Widow Liu didn't ask any more, turned her head and continued to weave.

On the other side of the hall, there was the sound of rummaging through things.

Widow Liu asked, "Zichuan, what are you looking for?" ”

"Mother, where is the fruit charcoal sent by the **** uncle a few times ago?" Mu Zichuan came to the door of the West House and asked.

Widow Liu said, "It's in the treasury." ”

"Mother, give me the key to the storeroom." Mu Zichuan stretched out his hand to Widow Liu.

Widow Liu was stunned, stopped what she was doing, turned her head and looked at Mu Zichuan.

"What do you want a treasury key for?" She asked.

"I'll go inside and take a look." Mu Zichuan said.

This kid used to be deaf to what was going on outside the window, and he only read the books of the sages.

Why do you care about this today?

Seeing Widow Liu's puzzled look, Mu Zichuan's eyes flashed.

"It's getting cold day by day, and I have to burn charcoal when I write and my hands tremble at night."

He added.

"I want to see how much fruit charcoal is left in the house, so I can have a plan."

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched his nose.

The first time I lied, I still lied to my mother, and I was really ashamed!

Mu Zichuan didn't dare to look directly into Widow Liu's eyes.

Just when he thought that his mother would not give him the key, a key was stuffed into his hand.

"My son is not bad, but he still knows how to be a housekeeper? The key is here, you can see for yourself. ”

Mu Zichuan held the key to the warehouse in his hand and was stunned.

On the loom, Widow Liu sighed while weaving and said, "The old Mu family has three generations of single inheritance, and each generation of men is not more than thirty years old. ”

"Your father left early, and he didn't leave any savings for our mother."

"I can't do a few acres of thin land at home, and I can't do it as a woman, so I rent it out and collect some rent every year."

"Over the years, fortunately, your two uncles have helped us."

"The eldest uncle is in business, and the younger uncle is a talented man."

"Our family's use is your uncle's help."

"Your bundles, the money for pen, ink and paper, and the clothes of the four seasons are all purchased by my uncle."

"The ten catties of third-class fruit charcoal in the warehouse, as well as the twenty catties of second-class charcoal, were all brought over by the previous **** uncles."

"The charcoal is kept for you to write at night to keep warm, and the charcoal is used to bake shoes and socks."

"Now that you are older, my mother should also tell you these things, so that you can have a number in your heart."

After Widow Liu said this, she turned her head and saw Mu Zichuan still standing at the door of the house.

The woman smiled lovingly at him, "Why are you stunned, child?" ”

"One moment I said I wanted to carry water, one moment I had to go to the toilet, and one moment I had to look at the storeroom."

"What's going on here?"

Hearing Widow Liu's question, Mu Zichuan came back to his senses.

"Mother, don't worry, I will definitely study hard, and I will definitely live up to the expectations of my mother and uncle in the autumn next year!"

He gritted his teeth as he gritted his teeth.

With that, he turned around and walked out of the hall like a gust of wind.

On the loom, Widow Liu recalled her son's bold words, and the woman was full of relief.

She lifted the base of her palm and wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

Turn around and continue weaving.

She was to weave lots and lots of cloth and make new clothes for her son.

If there is any surplus, it will be sent to the big brother's shop to sell for money.

smash the pot and sell iron, but also to provide for his son, glorify his ancestors, and raise his eyebrows!

In the warehouse, Mu Zichuan squatted in front of two piles of charcoal baskets, with a contradictory face.

This third-class fruit charcoal is more expensive than second-class charcoal.

The charcoal is burned, with very little smoke and dust, and even a faint fragrance.

And ordinary charcoal does not.

Which one should I give to Qing'er?

He hesitated......

Old Locke's side.

"Tang Lingzi, you are really, make large and small warm barrels for my family, why don't you make one for your own family?"

Yang Ruoqing looked at the three rooms of their house, and couldn't help but count him.

Luo Fengtang scratched his head, but he didn't have time to speak.

The blacksmith Luo on the side preemptively said, "Hey, what do we two guys want to do with that thing?" There are many children in your family, and it is not good to lack a warm bucket. ”

Yang Ruoqing shook her head helplessly.

These two uncles and nephews are equally honest and kind.

Thinking of her intentions, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly took off the back basket.

Bent down and take out a brand new cotton shirt and cotton pants from inside.

"Tang Yanzi, these are yours."

She shoved the clothes into his hands.

Luo Fengtang looked at the brand-new cotton clothes and pants in his hand, and the boy pursed his mouth lightly, his face full of emotion.

Blacksmith Luo looked at the dry smoke on the side, smiling.

"Tang Yanzi, what are you still doing stupidly? Hurry back to the house and put it on and see how it looks? Blacksmith Luo urged.