Yang Ruoqing took action again and stabilized Mu Zichuan with both his body and bucket.

Mu Zichuan looked up in shock and saw Yang Ruoqing shaking her head, "Bai Wuyi is a scholar. He has no strength and is pretentious. He wants to save face and suffer the consequences."

After that, she picked up his two buckets again and strode towards the entrance of the village.

"Fat Ya"

Muzichuan called out in a low voice, frowned, and followed behind with an annoyed look on his face.

His shoes were broken and he was bumpy when walking. With his hands free, in the blink of an eye, he was thrown away by Yang Ruoqing, who was carrying a bucket.

The boy raised his eyes and looked at the back of the girl in front of him.

This back view has been a nightmare that has plagued him in the past few years since he became governor.

But tonight, the moonlight was like water, and this back figure that was suddenly far and near made him feel an inexplicable joy, and inexplicable and complicated things surged in his chest.

When I turned around, I saw the courtyard wall of my home, and the figure in front stopped.

Mu Zichuan quickly quickened his pace and trotted up, stopping Yang Ruoqing who turned around and returned the same way.

He muttered, "Fat girl"

"Fat Ya"

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and interrupted him.

She looked down at herself and asked Mu Zichuan, "Look at me, am I a little thinner now?"

Mu Zichuan opened his eyes wide.

After her reminder, he realized that Fat Ya had indeed lost a lot of weight.

In the past, this body was so bloated that it rolled like a barrel when I walked.

Although the current fat girl is not very slim and is even fatter than other girls of the same age, she has lost several pounds compared to before.

Moreover, Mu Zichuan also discovered that this fat girl who has lost weight actually has a pretty face.

Especially her eyes, which are brighter than the stars in the sky.

When looking at him like this, his cheeks felt a little hot for no reason

"I will lose weight in the future. Human beings have to keep pace with the times. The names will be the same, what do you think?"

Yang Ruoqing asked Mu Zichuan with a smile.

Although, this body used to be really fat.

Although, the name Fat Ya has been with this body for more than ten years.

Although, the title is just a code name.

However, as a woman, especially when she was a goddess-level agent in her previous life, she felt unhappy after being called "fat ya fat ya" all day long.

Muzichuan was stunned when he heard Yang Ruoqing's words.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether he would change his words in the future, so she shook her head and turned to leave.

His voice came from behind again.

"Qing'er, thank you for helping me carry water. Why don't you come to my house and have a cup of tea?"

Muzichuan extended a sincere invitation.

Yang Ruoqing heard his invitation, although she knew it was a polite invitation from him to help her carry water.

But I still feel surprised.

She turned around, glanced at the Mu family courtyard over there, and joked, "That's a great invitation. If I really go, your mother will be in a state of chaos. You can handle it."

Mu Zichuan was ashamed and speechless.

Yang Ruoqing laughed, raised her hand and patted Mu Zichuan on the shoulder, "I'm just teasing you. Next time if you don't have enough strength, just carry buckets by buckets, or else I'll take a pole and leave."

By the time Mu Zichuan came to his senses, Yang Ruoqing had already walked away.

He didn't leave in a hurry, but stood there in a daze, watching the girl's leaving figure, distracted.

"Zichuan, Zichuan"

A woman's call came from behind.

Widow Zhao came to Mu Zichuan and called him, but he still didn't respond.

A pair of eyes, staring straight ahead.

"This silly boy, why are you so fascinated by this thing?"

Widow Zhao was surprised and couldn't help but glance in the direction of Mu Zichuan's gaze.

It didn't matter if she glanced at her, Widow Zhao's eyes were so shocked that she almost fell to the ground.

"Why does that back look so much like the fat girl from the old Yang family?" Widow Zhao asked.

"Well, it's Qing'er," Muzichuan nodded.

I really want to tell my mother about Yang Ruoqing helping me carry water tonight. If I can use this to change some mothers' views on Qing'er, that would be great.

However, Widow Zhao did not give him this chance at all.

When she heard Yang Ruoqing's name, Widow Zhao felt like she was hearing a scourge.

Oh my god, why did Fatty come here? Is it possible that she heard some rumors and knew that you had a chance to take the scholar exam, so she wants to pester you, but she can't do it."

Muzichuan couldn't laugh or cry

"Mom, don't say that. Whether you passed the exam or not, we won't know until the results are released. I don't know it very well myself, so how can Qing'er know?"

"Wait a moment"

Widow Zhao suddenly raised her hand and interrupted Mu Zichuan's words.

The woman's sharp eyes looked back and forth on Mu Zichuan's body like searchlights, with a look of astonishment on her face.

"Zichuan, what did you call her Qing'er just now?"

Muzichuan didn't say anything, but he didn't deny it either.

Widow Zhao's expression changed drastically, as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

"Qing'er, you actually called that fat girl Qing'er. What kind of Qing'er is she?" Widow Zhao asked Mu Zichuan in a trembling voice with anger.

Muzichuan was stunned, "Mom, it's just a name, it's nothing."

"Nothing." Widow Zhao was so anxious that she almost jumped up from the ground.

"You bastard, this fat girl kicked you off and made you the first man in our ten-mile-eight village to have her marriage divorced. It's enough if you don't hate her for the rest of your life. You even changed your name to me to fight for your reputation, and you didn't even hit the old Yang family."

When you pass by the door, you don’t even look at the roof of Old Yang’s house. Do you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, youssssss-fas, going to pass by.

Seeing the extremely corrupt look of Widow Zhao, Mu Zichuan was confused.

Isn’t it just a title? Is my mother’s reaction too much?

Besides, Qing'er broke off the engagement. That's not even the case. You took the initiative to break off the engagement, but when someone saw your idea, they took the initiative and opened the door.

Thinking of this, a nameless anger arose in Mu Zichuan's heart.

I didn't bother to appease my mother, and I didn't rush to confess to my mother to calm her anger as usual.

Mu Zichuan didn't say a word to defend himself. He leaned over, picked up the bucket at his feet, and walked toward the courtyard door.

Widow Zhao still stayed where she was, looking at her son's back as he walked away, dumbfounded.

Widow Zhao chased after her angrily, shouting, "You bastard, I haven't finished speaking yet. Stop, stop!"

When Yang Ruoqing returned home, Mrs. Sun was busy preparing the family's dinner in the kitchen, Da'an was stuffing firewood at the entrance of the kitchen, and Xiao An was playing aside.

"Mom, what should we eat tonight?" Yang Ruoqing asked after entering the door.

Sun said, "Just take the leftover lunch and fool around with me."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Okay, it's better to eat something simple and save time at night. Tonight, I'm going to make tofu."

"Qing'er, when it comes to making tofu, I was just about to tell you." Mrs. Sun closed the pot lid tightly, pointed to something in the corner of the kitchen and said, "Uncle Chang Geng brought their stone mill over.

"

"Ah, Uncle Chang Geng is such a good man. I just casually said it to him during lunch, and he brought it over himself."

"Haha, Uncle Chang Geng is a good person, but he has nothing to say about our family," said Sun.

"Okay, now the tofu is ready, give two pieces to their children to try," Yang Ruoqing said.
Chapter completed!