Luo Fengtang had to hold the wheelbarrow, and he couldn't free his hands to support Yang Ruoqing, so he had to tell with a nervous face.

Yang Ruoqing laughed and clapped her hands: "Look down on me? Don't say getting on and off this car, even if I jump off this kind of galloping carriage, I'll be a piece of cake! ”

Luo Fengtang: "......".

Yang Ruoqing stood firmly on the ground with her feet firmly on her feet, and was about to help Luo Fengtang untie the wooden barrel from the wheelbarrow.

Suddenly, she felt something.

Turning his head in the direction where the feeling came from, not far away by the pond dam, Mu Zichuan was there carrying a bucket of water in each hand.

He looked straight at the wheelbarrow, and on his handsome face, a pair of brows were slightly furrowed.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

His gaze fell on his hands with slightly bulging green muscles.

Ha, Shibei should be impressed for three days, this kid, his hand strength has grown!

Immediately, she retracted her gaze casually, turned around and came to Luo Fengtang's side, wanting to give him a hand.

"Qing'er, I'll do it alone, you can stand and rest!" Luo Fengtang said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing grinned and took a wooden barrel from his hand: "It's okay, you pushed me all the way, I'm not tired at all!" ”

Luo Fengtang grinned, buried his head and continued to be his.

The sound of footsteps accompanied by the shaking of water sounded beside him.

Yang Ruoqing glanced up, and Mu Zichuan also came to the wheelbarrow at some point, carrying two buckets of water in his hands.

"Something?" Yang Ruoqing took the initiative to ask Mu Zichuan.

If it weren't for the fineness, this sour scholar wouldn't have taken the initiative to come.

After Mu Zichuan came over, his gaze kept falling on Luo Fengtang's body.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing ask, he turned his gaze to Yang Ruoqing.

"Where are you calling?" Mu Zichuan asked.

His voice was as cold and indifferent as his people, and there was a kind of indifference that rejected people.

Before Yang Ruoqing could open her mouth to answer, Luo Fengtang stood up straight.

"Qing'er and I just came back from town!" Luo Fengtang replied.

"What are you doing in town?" Mu Zichuan asked again.

Yang Ruoqing was just about to open her mouth, but was preempted by Luo Fengtang.

"Let's do business together in the future!"

"What's the deal?" Mu Zichuan looked suspicious.

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing beside him, and hooked the corners of his lower lip proudly: "Qing'er said it, it's a secret, you can't say it outside!" ”

Mu Zichuan's face was a little gloomy, and the hand carrying the bucket became more and more pale and distinct.

He looked at Yang Ruoqing and asked word by word: "Do you even want me to keep it a secret?" ”

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

Although she wants to know as few people as possible about making tofu, so that it can prevent it from being imitated.

However, this does not mean that you have to hide it from others.

For someone like Mu Zichuan who is unlikely to pose a threat to her family's tofu business, telling him is nothing.

"Mu Zichuan, in fact, Tang Lingzi and I are partnered to ......"

She was only halfway through her words when she was interrupted by Mu Zichuan's cold snort.

"Sensei, I'll just ask casually." Mu Zichuan said coldly.

He glanced at Luo Fengtang who was standing next to Yang Ruoqing again, "You can do whatever you like, and it has nothing to do with me!" ”

Leaving these words behind, he turned around and walked away with the bucket.

A thin but straight back, a little stiff, but a very rapid pace.

In one breath, he walked through the pond dam, and his figure disappeared behind the old maple tree at the entrance of the village.

On the side of the wheelbarrow, Luo Fengtang watched Mu Zichuan walk away, and a trace of happiness flashed in his dark and deep eyes.

He secretly glanced at Yang Ruoqing beside him, only to see her tilting her head and looking at the entrance of the village, frowning slightly, with a confused expression.

"Qing'er, shall we go back to the village too?"

He smiled and reminded her softly.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses.

"Tang Yanzi, what's wrong with that kid Mu Zichuan? We don't seem to provoke him, do we? She asked Luo Fengtang in surprise.

It was he who came over and took the initiative to ask.

She wants to say, he is the one who doesn't like to hear it!

One moment like this, one moment and another, how can turning your face faster than turning a book?

Hearing Yang Ruoqing ask, Luo Fengtang scratched his head and hesitated.

"Let me say something, Qing'er, don't be annoyed." He said.

"What's that? You said. Yang Ruoqing said.

"Mu Zichuan seems to be a little angry." He said.

"Why?" Yang Ruoqing was puzzled.

She didn't laugh at him for being powerless......

"Mu Zichuan was a little annoyed when he saw the two of us coming back from the town together." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised at this time: "The two of us came back from the town together, what's in the way of him?" Why is he bothered? Isn't that inexplicable! ”

"Didn't you order that with him before...... Do you kiss the doll......" Luo Fengtang blushed and said with a sigh.

Yes?

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and then pulled the corners of her lips.

"That's even more ridiculous, sister, I kicked him eight years ago. Who do I like to stay with is my freedom, what the hell is going on? ”

"That's right, Qing'er, you are a free body, and you have nothing to do with the Mu family!" Luo Fengtang nodded vigorously and echoed loudly.

"That's it, the world is big, I can do whatever I want, who cares about me!"

"Uh-huh, you poke a hole in the sky, I'll help you make it up!"

"Hahaha, Tang Lingzi, you are not a female snail, can you still refine stones to make up for the sky?"

"Hey......

"Let's go, let's go back to the village!"

……

In the courtyard of Lao Mu's house.

Widow Liu was sitting under the old locust tree in the courtyard and mending the seams, when the courtyard door was kicked open with a bang.

Widow Liu was startled, raised her eyelids and looked over, only to see her son carrying two buckets into the yard.

"Zichuan, what's wrong with you? If the courtyard door is kicked and broken, it can't be used! Widow Liu reprimanded.

Mu Zichuan didn't pay much attention to her, and walked straight towards the stove room in the west chamber with a bucket.

When she passed by Widow Liu, she saw her son's handsome face.

What's wrong with this kid?

Why is it like eating gunpowder?

Widow Liu was secretly surprised, put the clothes in her hand in the dustpan on the side, got up and followed the stove.

In the stove room, Mu Zichuan picked up the bucket with both hands and was pouring it into the water tank, making a 'bang' sound of water.

"Zichuan, what's wrong with you? Why do you have a black face? Widow Liu asked.

Mu Zichuan didn't gnaw.

Picked up another bucket of water, poured it into the water tank, closed the lid of the water tank heavily, turned around and walked towards the door of the stove room.

was dragged by Widow Liu.

"Stinky boy, who is going to show you a black face? Mother asks you, why don't you squeak? Is it because you want to kill your mother in a hurry? ”

Mu Zichuan was forced to be helpless, frowned and said: "Mother, I'm fine, but I'm a little unhappy in my heart, and it'll be over in a while, you don't have to worry about me." ”

"Who provoked you? Tell my mother, my mother will seek justice for you! ”

"I didn't say that I didn't feel happy, I couldn't get along with myself!"

Leaving these words, Mu Zichuan broke free of Widow Liu's hand and turned back to his house.

I sat down at my desk and opened the scroll.