Yang Mu raised his eyebrows, hey, the news is slacking?

"Da Lang, you are a useful person, a pure person, a person who has escaped from low-level interests......"

"Da Lang, what about being a man, the most important thing is to be happy, there is money to be made, are you happy?"

"If you're willing to write, I'll give you a tenth of the money, how about it?"

"Or, you don't like these two stories? Why don't we write "The Story I Have to Tell with My Boss"? ”

Mu Dalang didn't show his head, compared to the previous two stories, he felt that the latter one was even more unreliable.

……

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Mu looked at the unmoving quilt, almost impatient, took a deep breath, and made a final effort.

If Mu Dalang still doesn't agree, she can only find a poor Xiucai to cooperate.

Yang Mu stared at the quilt.

"Da Lang, our family can't afford to buy medicine......

After a long time, Mu Dalang clenched his fists and said sullenly in the quilt: "I write!" ”

Yang Mu's eyes lit up, it's not okay to draw a big pie with feelings, you have to coerce and lure!

Da Lang, it turns out that you are such a Da Lang!

This night, Mu Dalang was threatened by Yang Mu to cut off the drug and wrote a notebook until midnight.

The lights reflect the silhouettes of young men and women, projected on the dilapidated window lattices, inexplicably warm.

And on the side of Lao Yang's family, there is no warmth.

The more Zhao thought about it, the more angry he became, and felt that the reason why today's events were like this was because her husband and ex-wife gave birth to Yang Dong, a short-lived ghost.

None of this would have happened without Yang Dong.

Therefore, Zhao Shi lost his temper for a long time on Yang Chinese New Year's Eve, and his husband was not even allowed to eat dinner.

Yang was scolded by his daughter-in-law from afternoon to evening on Chinese New Year's Eve, depressed, rummaged through the box and took out the wine that he was not willing to drink during the New Year, borrowed wine to eliminate his worries, and was drunk like mud.

Ding lay on the bed tossing and turning, calculating how to let Lai's lazy work in the future. You can't just cook and wash your own dishes like you do today.

Yang Ershan had a nightmare, dreaming that today's grandmother sold Yang Mu's disgrace was known by the academy and kicked him out of the academy.

Yang Caixia's mind was full of Mu Dalang's face when he was carried out by the door panel, and her face was slightly red, and she secretly hated why Mu Dalang was not her man.

Lai Shi was lying on his oversized bed, thinking about the ten taels of silver that the old Yang family had been taken away by Yang Mu, and thinking of a way to steal it back.

Yang Nan is accustomed to solving problems with violence, and today he has nowhere to vent his anger after holding back for a day, so he stole a chicken from home in the middle of the night, went to a place where there was no one in the back mountain, and twisted his neck after plucking the chicken alive, which made him feel happier in his heart.

Yang Dashan's brows were also tightly furrowed after he fell asleep, without his big brother and sister, would he want him to plant the land at home in the future? He hates farming the most!

The whole family only had the ingredients in the medicine that Yang Xi, who had broken his hand, drank to help him sleep, and slept until dawn.

……

On the second day, Yang Mu got up early to make breakfast.

A pot of thick rice porridge topped with fragrant wild mushrooms and crisp pickled radish, and sprinkled with a handful of shrimp.

As usual, she divided the sweet water into three bowls of porridge.

The child woke up early, and Yang Shishi washed his face with the warm water mixed by his sister against the messy chicken nest.

Yang Mu applied frostbite cream to his little hands, and combed his hair for two small strokes.

Sister-in-law Zhu came early, and she said it last night, when Yang Mu went up the mountain in the morning, she came to see Yang Shi.

Actually, Yang Shishi is an obedient child and very good-looking.

Yang Mu also served a bowl of porridge to Zhu's sister-in-law, who had eaten a bowl of sweet potato porridge at home, and hurriedly waved her hand and said that she would not eat it.

After Yang Mu left, Sister-in-law Zhu smelled the rich fragrance of rice porridge, looked at Yang Shi who was "snoring" and eating porridge, and swallowed her saliva.

Three seconds later, Sister-in-law Zhu put the needlework in her hand on the table, but she still couldn't resist the temptation of porridge, and ate a small bowl with a red face.

Yang Shi finished eating the porridge, burped, and said, "It's full this time!" ”

Sister-in-law Zhu smiled and accepted his bowl and got up to wash the dishes.

She didn't go in the West House, Mu Dalang's bowl, still wait for Yang Mu to collect it herself.

This kitchen has only one roof, and if it is windy or rainy, cooking is a sin.

Sister-in-law Zhu thought that there seemed to be two broken mats at home, and she didn't know if she could enclose this small stove house.

Just thinking about it, Aunt Wang came over with two eggs.

Yang Shi was very hospitable, left the panda, ran over with his little short legs, took Aunt Wang's hand, and walked to the stove, and said in a milky voice: "Auntie, the second (eat) porridge!" ”

Aunt Wang couldn't cry or laugh, this kid is so likable!

Sister-in-law Zhu washed the dishes and talked about using the mat at home to wrap the stove house for Yang Mu.

Aunt Wang looked at the rice grains at the corner of her daughter-in-law's mouth, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Have you eaten other people's porridge?" ”

Sister-in-law Zhu was said, her cheeks were red, she lowered her head, silently wiped the rice grains from the corners of her mouth, and her embarrassed toes could pull out an old Yang family's yard.

Aunt Wang reprimanded: "It's not that our family didn't give you breakfast, how can you eat Mu Yatou's breakfast?" How pitiful Mu Yatou is after the separation, a drag oil bottle is a husband, a small stone, how difficult it is for Mu Yatou......"

Yang Shishi tugged at the hem of Aunt Wang's clothes, still urging, "Auntie, the second (eat) porridge!" ”

Aunt Wang rubbed Yang Shishi's little face, turned her head and continued to reprimand her daughter-in-law.

Yang Shi stepped on the small bench to reach the porridge bowl by the fire.

The bowl was covered with a plate, and as soon as Yang Shi opened the plate, the fragrance instantly spread.

Aunt Wang smelled the fragrance, was stunned, and her eyes drifted over.

Snow-white rice porridge, tender yellow spring bamboo shoots, translucent diced radish, light brown wild mushrooms, and pink shrimp......

Yang Shi turned his head to look at Aunt Wang, his face full of anticipation.

"Porridge!"

Aunt Wang swallowed her saliva and said, "Auntie won't eat it, right?" ”

The action was very honest, and he picked up the bowl and took a sip.

Sister-in-law Zhu, who was reprimanded just now: "......"

"Why is this porridge so fragrant? Daughter-in-law, what do you say Mu Yatou did? ”

Aunt Wang took a spoon in her hand, one bite after another, and couldn't stop at all.

Sister-in-law Zhu looked at the sky embarrassed, it seems that the sun is coming out today, and the spring cold is about to pass.

"Snorr, snorr......" the sound of Aunt Wang eating porridge.

Sister-in-law Zhu looked at the ground, well, this grass was not cleaned yesterday, and it will be cleaned again in a while.

"Purr, purr......"

Aunt Wang quickly ate a bowl of porridge.

Sister-in-law Zhu snatched the bowl and washed the dishes.

Aunt Wang didn't come back until this time, what did she do?

"That...... I'll go back and get the mat! ”

Aunt Wang strategically avoided embarrassment.

……

Yang Mu didn't know about the embarrassing scene at home, she came up the mountain with a hoe today.

She found a place where almost no one would set foot, rolled up her sleeves and began digging traps.

You can't sell much money just by fishing.

If you want to hunt large animals, you have to dig traps.

She had great strength, and quickly dug a two-person high trap, and then inserted the sharpened bamboo into the soil, and the simple trap was ready.

After that, Yang Mu carried a hoe, climbed over the top of the mountain, and went to the other side of the mountain.