Yang Mu didn't know someone's inner drama, so she went out to borrow paper and pencils.

Although Yang Ershan, the third son of the old Yang family, is a scholar and has paper and pencils, his family is poor and only enough to buy one, so when he went to school, he took it away.

Most of the people in the village are illiterate, so where can they have them?

However, Yang Mu knew that Mrs. Bao lived in the village.

Mrs. Bao is a very temperamental old lady, looking around fifty years old, with sharp eyes, and incompatible with the village woman.

When she has nothing to do on weekdays, Mrs. Bao likes to sit alone under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, watching the villagers in the square chatting, looking down on all beings.

But now it's a meal, and Mrs. Bao should be at home.

Yang Mu knocked on the door with a bowl of chicken soup, but the door was not closed.

In the village, as long as the door is not closed, it is not denied the entry of guests.

She pushed the door in and shouted, "Aunt Bao? ”

The yard is small, with only two upper rooms, a kitchen and a wing.

Mrs. Bao came out of the kitchen, with a blackened face, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?" ”

Yang Mu looked at her curiously, "What about Aunt Bao's cooking?" ”

Mrs. Bao had a dark face, and she still said, "What's the matter?" ”

Yang Mu handed the chicken soup to Mrs. Bao and said, "I beat the pheasant, give you a taste, and by the way, borrow pen and ink to use it." ”

Mrs. Bao raised her eyes and looked at her, with an expression of "you are borrowing pen and ink and sending soup by the way".

Yang Mu smiled, stretched his neck to look at Mrs. Bao who seemed to be making cakes, and said, "Eat the pancakes in soup." ”

Mrs. Bao took the bowl, pointed to the wing, and motioned for the pen and ink to be there, and let Yang Mu take it himself.

Yang Mu entered the wing room, the room was very clean, on a desk, in addition to pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there were pen washes, pen holders, paperweights, and incense burners......

On the bookshelf against the wall, there are also full of books.

Belch...... Is this a rural old lady's room? The study room of the patriarch and Li Zheng's house is not so complete, right?

This little old lady is hidden!

When Yang Mu came out with a pen and paper, Mrs. Bao was already sitting on a small stool in the courtyard eating chicken soup and cakes.

Yang Mu took a closer look at Mrs. Bao's blackened face, and then looked at her eating with her head down, and the gold content of the words "hidden deeply" instantly decreased a lot.

Back at Lao Yang's house, Mu Dalang had already finished his meal and even drank all the soup.

Yang Mu threw the bones to Da Hei to eat, and went to wash the dishes himself.

By the time she returned, Mu Dalang had already finished writing the prescription.

Yang Mu looked at the two prescriptions in surprise and didn't understand.

Mu Dalang explained: "The part of your left hand is for the treatment of wind cold, and the part of your right hand is for ...... I'm bothering you to divide two pharmacies to grab the medicine. ”

Yang Mu instantly understood, it seemed that Mu Dalang was avoiding someone's investigation, and he was afraid that the other party would go to check the pharmacy, so he divided the medicine he originally needed into two prescriptions.

Yang Mu felt more and more that the Bamboo Forest Killer was related to Mu Dalang.

One prescription is for the treatment of wind and cold, and the other is what? Mu Dalang seems reluctant to say?

Yang Mu didn't ask.

He doesn't say it, the person who grabbed the medicine always does.

This calligraphy is too pretty, isn't it? vigorous and powerful, with a sharp pen, it's a pity that she can't write or comment.

What makes her happy is that the characters in this world are the same as in her previous life, although they are all traditional, but most of them are still recognized.

Yang Mu put away the prescription, went out to cool the medicinal herbs, and went to the back mountain to cut some bamboo.

"Now, this is the country I cut back for you!" Yang Mu was about to pile up the bamboo into a hill.

The panda was so happy that it rolled in the bamboo, attracting Yang Mu's doting laughter.

Dinner was the two fat rabbits that Yang Mu caught when he went to cut bamboo, and he didn't know what luck it was, as long as he went up the mountain, he would have a harvest.

made Yang Mu want to live in the mountains.

Yang Mu went out of the back door and plucked two cabbages from the vegetable field at the back door of the old house next door.

This is also the small vegetable plot of the old Yang family, which has always been planted in a big house, Yang Mu took a fancy to this piece of land and grabbed it when he was ready to divide the family.

I went back to the kitchen with two cabbages, one for pickling vegetables and one for stewed rabbit meat.

When the rich aroma of meat came out, the steamed buns in the other pot were almost cooked.

The fragrance of steamed buns and stewed meat permeated, making Yang Xiaohua in the front yard cry for a while.

When returning the pen and paper, Yang Mushun brought Aunt Wang's family and Mrs. Bao a bowl of stew.

Mrs. Bao took the meat without any expression, handed Yang Mu the cleaned chicken soup bowl, and sat on the small bench to cook.

Aunt Wang took the meat and thanked her for a long time, insisting on stuffing her with two eggs.

Yang Mu was not polite, took the egg, and asked Aunt Wang to take time to look at Yang Shi tomorrow, and she was going to the county seat.

Aunt Wang reminded her that it was more than ten miles to go to the county seat, and it was best to take the donkey cart of the old man.

Yang Mu thanked him and returned to the backyard of the Yang family.

Since she crossed over, she had been used to entering Lao Yang's house directly through the back door.

In the backyard, Yang Shi plays with the big black dog, and the panda lies lazily on the bamboo, enjoying the bear life.

A conversation came from the room.

"Lang Jun was forcibly recruited by that bandit, and I am not worthy of you." The voice is pretentious, with a strong smell of century-old green tea.

The sound of this tea turning green must be Yang Caixia, the daughter of the second room.

Green Tea went to her grandmother's house in the next village yesterday, and she was not at home, but she didn't expect to seduce Mu Dalang as soon as she got home today.

Yang Caixia is the same as her mother Ding, tall and thin, and she twists her waist when she walks, and she thinks she looks good, so she waits for the price and sells, she is nineteen years old and has not yet married.

After she went home today, she didn't go from the front yard, but secretly came to the backyard to see if the handsome husband who lost money had woken up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the house, she saw such a fascinating person, she only felt that her brain was confused, and she couldn't wait to marry him immediately.

Yang Mu, who was outside the house, stopped when she heard Yang Caixia's words, she was also very curious about what Mu Dalang thought.

In the room, Mu Dalang's cold eyes looked at the stew he had eaten at hand, and he thought to himself, how could Miss Yang's cooking be so delicious? Coarse salt and coarse rice, how can it be better than the famous dish Dragon and Phoenix Chengxiang in Deshun Building in Beijing?

Yang Caixia saw Mu Dalang ignoring herself in a daze, a little dissatisfied, and sat on the edge of the bed, only an inch away from Mu Dalang's legs under the quilt.

Feeling the temperature of the people around her, Yang Caixia blushed and said shyly: "Lang Jun doesn't have to worry, I didn't complain about this matter for Lang Jun at that time, so I begged my grandmother, and I didn't give you a family tree for the time being, let alone go through the household registration." ”

Mu Dalang was very dissatisfied with the approach of the stranger, came back to his senses, looked at her coldly with deep eyes, and said indifferently: "Get out!" ”

Yang Caixia was immersed in her own world, and Mu Dalang was weak when she spoke, so she thought Mu Dalang was just humming.

Yang Caixia scratched her head and sat closer: "Lang Jun is still free now." ”

Mu Dalang's face darkened for a second, and he dodged the handkerchief she threw in disgust, and said angrily: "Get out of here!" ”

Yang Caixia's smile froze on her face, she looked at Mu Dalang in surprise, suspecting that she had heard it wrong, she said aggrievedly: "I'm ...... for Lang Jun's good."

Mu Dalang snorted coldly and said, "It's your sister Yang Mu who should be good to me, not you!" As an older sister, but sitting on her brother-in-law's bed, do you want to be embarrassed? Do you have any men to ask for? Do you have to rob your brother-in-law? ”

Yang Caixia seems to have been struck by lightning, for so many years, she has used this weak appearance to take care of herself, I don't know how many men she has seduced.

Now, he was insulted by such a good-looking Lang Jun?

"You...... Woo woo......" Yang Caixia stood up, hid her face and wept.

Mu Dalang snorted coldly, patted the place where Yang Caixia had sit, and said in disgust: "Dirty my bed!" ”

Yang Caixia felt an arrow in her knee, she couldn't find her tune to cry, and she didn't have the face to stay here anymore.

When she ran out of the door in a hurry, she saw Yang Mu standing in the courtyard, looking at her like a show.

Yang Caixia stomped her feet angrily, and pointed at Yang Mu angrily: "Stinky and shameless, you actually robbed a man to get married!" It doesn't matter if people want to or not! ”

Mu Dalang in the house said loudly: "The lady still doesn't come in to clean?" Where the dirty thing stands, bad luck! ”

Yang Caixia was stunned for an instant before she knew that Mu Dalang was scolding herself for being dirty.

Yang Mu laughed "poof", and then responded crisply and walked into the house.

Yang Caixia was so ashamed and indignant that she stomped her feet and ran away crying.

Yang Mu stood on the side of the bed with a very playful expression and looked at Mu Dalang, "How do you know that she is my sister?" ”

Mu Dalang only woke up yesterday, and Yang Caixia only came back today.

Mu Dalang raised his eyes and said angrily: "She said it herself." How did you go for so long? "How do you leave him here to face that shameless woman?

Yang Mu smiled, and was not ready to change the topic with him, but leaned over and raised his eyebrows: "You just called me...... Wife? ”