The crowd talked for a while, but couldn't tell anything about it, so they dispersed and went to do whatever they should do.

After the crowd dispersed, a handsome young man in blue clothes walked out from behind a pile of firewood and grass behind.

The young man's fair and slender fingers tightly grabbed the firewood beside him, and his other hand hanging from his side was clenched, but his fist was clenched.

The beautiful Xuan frowned, with dark and bright eyes staring at the back of the girl walking away with a hoe. Her eyes were full of anger, humiliation, and more, confused.

Yang Ruoqing walked a long way and suddenly felt something was wrong.

I turned my head and swept behind me. There was nothing, so I hugged two black dogs on the side of the road and played and played. The dog bites the dog and had a mouthful of hair.

She blinked. Could it be that my illusion was just now that I could clearly feel a resentful gaze following me?

Forget it, no matter who it is, if you like to hide in the dark corner, just keep a close eye. If you stare at it for a few seconds, you won’t lose any piece of meat. If you dare to rush out, you will want him to look good.

When the girl's back in front walked away and was not visible until she could not see it, Mu Zichuan walked out from behind the pile of firewood, with his hands hanging down, his mind was in a mess, and he let his legs lead him back.

"Boy, it disappeared in the blink of an eye. What are you doing when you stand here?"

Widow Zhao came from home and saw her son's infatuation halfway through the way.

"Zichuan, why is your face wrong?" Widow Zhao panicked and hurriedly came forward, raising her hand and putting it on Mu Zichuan's forehead.

The tentacles were cold, and Widow Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, "Zichuan, why aren't you in the house to entertain your books? Why are you running outside to have a breath of wind?"

Widow Zhao asked carefully, while pulling her son's hand and walking towards the door.

Mu Zichuan suddenly broke free from Widow Zhao's hand and stood there.

"What are you doing?" asked Widow Zhao, feeling more and more that something was wrong with her son.

"Mom, I'm going to find Pang Ya. I have something to ask her in person." Mu Zichuan frowned, with a stubborn look on his face.

Widow Zhao thought she had heard it wrong and widened her eyes, "Who did you say you were going to find?"

"Fat girl" Mu Zichuan said in a deep voice, "I want to ask her in person, where is Mu Zichuan not worthy of her?"

The young man's handsome face was flushed red, and his thin body was even more trembling with anger.

Pride, conceit, aloofness are all his.

He never plays with the children in the village because he knew what he wanted to do since he was a child. He worked hard to achieve success and gained fame and honor his ancestors.

Pang Ya's fiancée is a burden on his way forward and a shame. He has been thinking about how to get rid of this burden.

Today, when my mother went to visit Yang's house, he actually knew his mother's true purpose.

He didn't stop him, and even wanted his mother to successfully withdraw the marriage. From then on, he had no restraint, but flew higher and farther

Yes, his goal has been achieved, and his marriage with Pang Ya has been invalidated, but this process has made him unacceptable

Unexpectedly, that fat and stupid ugly girl dared to kick him in front of the elders on both sides.

She dared to be in front of the villagers, so calmly admitted that she no longer cares about him.

Shame, great humiliation, a man was actually kicked by a woman, but he didn't like her. This is how it's up to the rules.

Widow Zhao naturally knew what her son was thinking. She snorted, and the anger in Widow Zhao's eyes surged again, scolding her son for "not being allowed to go"

"Mom, just let me go. If you don't ask in person, I can't choke on this tone." Mu Zichuan's face was a little distorted and ferocious. He turned around and was about to run away, and was hugged by Widow Zhao in the waist.

"Zichuan, listen to your mother, don't be stupid." Widow Zhao said anxiously. "You run to ask her at this time. She will think that you care about her and care about her. Your tail must not be raised to the sky. Why do you want to sway yourself? Let's put your warm face on your cold butt?"

Mu Zichuan's swelling anger suddenly seemed to be poured down by a can of cold water, and his whole body calmed down.

My mother's words are reasonable

"Zichuan, I know you are unhappy, but I'm also hiding a fire." Widow Zhao saw that her son was no longer impulsive, so she let go and softened her voice and advised her, "At this critical moment, don't provoke Pang Ya's family and give people a message. We live our own. As long as you study hard and get a good fortune, you won't envy them to death."

Mu Zichuan savored his mother's words carefully and felt more and more reasonable.

If you are a little unbearable, you will make a big plan. You will work hard and study hard. Then you will return home in glory, gain beautiful family and glorious family.

She was fat, but she was still a rural woman who was digging for food from the soil. She married an equally rude farmer and worked hard all day long for her livelihood.

Hahaha, then, let's see how I am proud

Pang Ya, you will regret your lifelong choice for today

Yang Ruoqing didn't know that because of her words and deeds, she became a powerful medicine to whip Mu Zichuan's diligent and hard work.

She was in a very comfortable mood at this moment. She carried a hoe and walked towards her two paddy fields on the soft field path.

In the late autumn countryside, rice has just been harvested, and the new crops have not yet grown. Looking around in the fields, except for the crooked cotton poles and the sparse cotton remaining, other places are somewhat deserted.

Yang Ruoqing came to her paddy field and saw Sun waving a hoe there. Aunt Guihua and Aunt Dayun also came to help. The three women chatted while working.

Guihua and Dayun must have heard what happened at noon and were talking about it with Sun. Most of the words were dissatisfaction and condemnation with Widow Zhao.

Yang Ruoqing called them from a distance and walked towards them. The three women hurriedly stopped the topic and looked at Yang Ruoqing who was walking towards her with a smile.

"Qing'er, good-looking, your Aunt Yun and I support you, my daughter is promising." When Yang Ruoqing approached, Gu Hua gave Yang Ruoqing a thumbs up and praised.
Chapter completed!