Looking at his groaning look, he refused to express his position for a long time.

Old Geng Bo was a little surprised.

Isn't the owner of the left village the most warm-hearted?

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

Luo Fengtang's eyes also flashed with a trace of incomprehension.

The big gift given by Qing'er obviously made the owner of Zuo Zhuang very happy.

Why is this going to be ...... again?

Compared with the doubts of Old Uncle Geng and Luo Fengtang, Yang Ruoqing was very relieved.

The owner of the village is kind and warm-hearted, and is willing to help the villagers.

Farm tools and other things, all for free.

To put it bluntly, these are just small favors for the owner of the left village.

He's not stupid.

In his hands, the left family is in his hands, and the family is big.

It is enough to show that he is not only an obsessed carpenter, but also a successful businessman.

When it comes to the family's interests, he will definitely have his own measurements.

After all, she wasn't asking him for a stool or chair.

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

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

"Zuo Zhuang Master, in addition to this keel waterwheel, I also have some of my own opinions on other furniture objects, maybe I can make a reference for the owner of the village......

She threw the bait again.

Zuo Junmo slowly raised his eyes, and his deep gaze fell on Yang Ruoqing's body.

This little girl is very shrewd.

Didn't beg anymore, but increased the chip, heh, it's kind of interesting.

His long, bony fingers tapped lightly on the paper in his hand.

looked at her and said with a smile: "I can help you stop this matter." ”

"Listen to my advice, with Li Wencai, if you can't make a mortal enmity, don't make a match, he is far more simple than you see!"

On the way back from the owner of Zuozhuang's house, Yang Ruoqing was a little heavy.

The words of the owner of the left village were not too clear, but she understood it.

The rich man Li of Lijiazhuang must have a bigger force behind him.

That power makes the owner of the left village weigh it.

returned to the house, closed the door, Luo Fengtang raised his hand and gently pressed her shoulder.

"Qing'er, don't be afraid, the soldiers will block the water and cover the soil, let's deal with the field affairs first."

"In the future, we are not afraid, we have other opportunities, you believe me!" He said in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and looked at him with a determined face.

My heart was moved.

It doesn't matter if it's Zou County's order or the owner of Zuozhuang.

Between these people and her, to put it bluntly, it is an exchange of interests.

From beginning to end, only the person in front of her is by her side without hesitation, without care, without consideration, without weighing and weighing.

Share joys, sorrows, and hardships!

"With you, I'm not afraid of any road rover!" She said clearly.

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

As long as he lives, he will protect her for one day.

Whoever dares to bully her, the king of heaven, Lao Tzu, he also dares to kill!

The two grinded their ears and temples for a while, and then they reluctantly let go of each other.

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

She smiled and nodded.

"The owner of Zuo Zhuang invited us to stay here for two more days, and tomorrow we will take out half of the gifts in the carriage and give them to the old Uncle Geng." She said.

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

He kept her and Tang Lingzi for a few more days, probably because he wanted to wait for the keel car to be made, and then let her check it.

What Yang Ruoqing was thinking in her heart, Luo Fengtang knew it clearly.

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

……

In Zuo Junmo's house, the lights were lit up all night this night.

The sound of saws and axes also rang for a night......

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

The yard was swept and the firewood was chopped.

The old couple were so happy to see Luo Fengtang so diligent.

praised Yang Ruoqing one by one.

Zuo Junmo was extremely efficient, and two days later, he sent someone over to invite Yang Ruoqing over.

In the past, it happened to be daylight, and Luo Fengtang accompanied Lao Geng Bo to the mountains behind the village to cut firewood.

Yang Ruoqing is in her own past.

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

There was a man dressed as a maid on the side, and he wanted to feed him several times, but the old woman wouldn't let him.

"I won't be allowed to do any work, I have to suffocate to death!"

The old woman smiled.

The maid had no choice but to hang her hands and follow aside.

Seeing Changgong leading Yang Ruoqing into her yard, the old woman was surprised.

The maid on the side whispered two words in the old woman's ear, and the old woman was stunned.

The gaze fell on Yang Ruoqing who came over.

Yang Ruoqing also saw the old woman feeding the chickens, looking at her face, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

Looking at the age, it is about the same as the Tan family.

The Tan family is also gray, but the old woman in front of her is silver-haired.

The mother of the left owner?

It is rumored that for the marriage of the owner of the left village, the one who worries about the white head overnight?

As soon as this thought passed through his mind, the long-term worker who led the way in front stopped and made an introduction.

"Miss Yang, this is our old lady."

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly stepped forward, met the gaze of the old lady Zuo, and generously performed the etiquette of a junior to an elder.

"Junior, Yang Ruoqing, say hello to the old lady."

Old Madam Zuo smiled and nodded: "Good boy, you are a guest invited by my Junmo, right?" Hurry up in the house please. ”

The old lady then asked the maid beside her, "Where is Junmo?" Where's Junmo? ”

The maid said, "In the carpentry room in the backyard." ”

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

The chief worker made a gesture of invitation to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, smiled at Old Madam Zuo again, turned around and followed Changgong into the house.

Here, Old Madam Zuo didn't care about feeding the chickens, and her eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's back.

"Yang Liu's thin waist grinds the belly, well, this girl is not bad, Wangfu, good to give birth to ......"

Old Madam Zuo muttered.

The maid on the side laughed.

Old Madam Zuo glared at the maid: "What are you laughing at?" I'm not wrong, this girl looks good, and she really has a husband and wife relationship with our Junmo! ”

The maid stopped laughing, with a helpless face.

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

"The girls of our Zuojiazhuang, you have said it one by one, hey!" The maid was speechless.

Old Madam Zuo defended: "Aren't I in a hurry, Jun Mo is twenty-one, and the marriage has not moved at all!" ”

"Eh, it's not strange that you say it's strange, Jun Mo never recruited girls at home in the past, and this Yang girl is still the first one. Could it be ......? ”

When Mrs. Zuo thought of this, her whole person was excited.

It was like beating chicken blood, and he couldn't stand anymore, so he threw the remaining rice husks in his hand to those chickens and ducks.

Turning around, he hurried towards the other side of the house.