The two of them walked away in agreement, until they turned the corner in front and entered another road.

Behind me, a figure stood out from the corner of the courtyard of a house.

Muzichuan looked at the direction in which the two people were walking away, his delicate eyebrows slightly frowning.

I have never dealt with this guy Luo Fengtang before.

I don't know what kind of person that kid is.

But judging from the conversation I just heard, this guy is very naughty!

Send wood scraps?

Are you trying to please Qing'er with that worthless junk?

What a stingy guy!

However, seeing Qing'er still smiling so happily...

Muzichuan's brows furrowed a little deeper.

After thinking for a moment, he decisively turned around and ran towards his yard.

No, he must not let Qing'er be fooled by this boy's small kindness.

He wants Qing'er to understand the difference between showing kindness and sending away a poor beggar!

In the west room, Widow Liu was sitting on the loom weaving.

Weaving is a technical job that requires the coordination of hands and feet.

While the woman stepped on the pedals in turn with both feet, she pushed the crossbar in front of her with her left hand, and pulled the hook hanging from the top of the loom with her right hand.

The thin and dense cotton threads in front of me rushed towards me like surging waves.

A small shuttle is like a nimble little fish, crossing the surging waves...

"Da da da……"

Crisp and full of rhythm.

The shuttle shuttles from left to right without stopping.

When the sound stopped, Widow Liu took out the used cotton thread from the shuttle.

From the dustpan on the side, put a ball of cotton thread into the shuttle

Then step on the loom...

The thin and dense white cotton threads were magically transformed into smooth white cotton cloth through her countless repeated movements.

The windows at the front and back of the house were tightly closed.

In the middle of the room, there is a charcoal brazier.

In order to prevent the sparks from the brazier from shooting out and scalding the clothes, a cover was placed over the brazier.

A pair of Mu Zichuan's shoes are placed on the cover for baking.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Widow Liu glanced towards the main room without raising her head.

Widow Liu was a little surprised when she saw it was Mu Zichuan.

"Didn't I ask you to carry water? Why did you come home so quickly?" she asked.

Mu Zichuan said: "I suddenly want to go to the toilet. I'll bring the water later."

Widow Liu didn't ask any more questions, turned her head and continued weaving.

From the other side of the main room, there was the sound of rummaging for something.

Widow Liu asked: "Zichuan, what are you looking for?"

"Mom, where is the fruit charcoal that uncle **** sent me a few days ago?" Mu Zichuan asked when he came to the door of the west room.

Widow Liu said: "It's in the warehouse."

"Mom, give me the key to the warehouse." Mu Zichuan stretched out his hand towards Widow Liu.

Widow Liu was stunned for a moment, stopped what she was doing, turned around and looked at Mu Zichuan.

"What do you want the warehouse key for?" she asked.

"I'll go take a look inside," Mu Zichuan said.

This boy used to be deaf to what was going on outside the window, and he only focused on reading the books of sages.

Why do you care about this now?

Seeing Widow Liu's confused look, Mu Zichuan's eyes flashed.

"It's getting colder and colder today. My hands are shaking when I write at night and I have to burn charcoal."

he added.

"I want to go and see how much fruit charcoal is left at home, so I can make a plan."

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched his nose.

This is the first time I lied to my own mother. I feel really ashamed!

Mu Zichuan didn't dare to look directly into Widow Liu's eyes.

Just when he thought his mother would not give him the key, a key was thrust into his hand.

"My son is not bad, he actually knows how to be a housekeeper? Here is the key, you can go and see for yourself."

Mu Zichuan held the warehouse key in his hand and was stunned for a moment.

On the loom, Widow Liu sighed while weaving: "There are only three generations of the old Mu family, and the men in each generation are less than thirty years old."

"Your father left early and didn't leave much savings for us and my mother."

"I, a woman, can't even manage the few acres of thin farmland I have at home, so I rent it out and collect some rent every year to support myself."

"Fortunately, your two uncles have supported us these years."

"My eldest uncle is in business, and my younger uncle is a scholar."

"Your uncle supports our family's expenses."

"Your clothes, money for pens, ink and paper, and clothes for the four seasons were all purchased by my uncle."

"The ten kilograms of third-grade fruit charcoal and the twenty kilograms of second-grade charcoal in the warehouse were all sent over by my uncle a few days ago."

"I'll keep the charcoal for you to keep warm when you write at night. We'll use the worse charcoal to bake shoes and socks."

"Now that you are older, Mom should tell you these things so that you have an idea."

After Widow Liu said this, she turned around and saw Mu Zichuan still standing at the door of the house.

The woman smiled lovingly at him: "Why are you standing there, kid?"

"One moment I have to carry water, another moment I have to go to the toilet, and another moment I have to look at the warehouse."

"What's going on today?"

Hearing Widow Liu's question, Mu Zichuan came back to his senses.

"Mom, don't worry, I will definitely study hard and live up to the expectations of my mother and my uncle's family in the exam next autumn!"

He clenched the key in his hand and gritted his teeth.

After saying these words, he turned around and left the main room like a gust of wind.

At the loom, Widow Liu recalled her son's heroic words just now, and the woman's face was filled with joy.

She raised the heel of her hand and wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

Turn around and continue weaving.

She wanted to weave a lot of cloth to make new clothes for her son.

If there is any extra, I will send it to my eldest brother’s shop to sell for money.

Even if you sell iron, you must give up your son, so that you can honor your ancestors and feel proud!

In the warehouse, Mu Zichuan squatted in front of two piles of charcoal baskets, with a conflicted look on his face.

This third-grade fruit charcoal is more expensive than second-grade charcoal.

When the fruit charcoal is burned, there is very little smoke and even a faint fragrance.

Ordinary charcoal does not.

Which one should I give to Qing'er?

He hesitated...

Over here at the old Luo family.

"Tang Yazi, you are so serious about making large and small heating buckets for my house. Why don't you make one for your own house?"

Yang Ruoqing looked around the three rooms in their house and couldn't help but criticize him.

Luo Fengtang scratched his head before he could say anything.

Blacksmith Luo on the side said first: "Hey, what do we two gentlemen want to do with that thing? You have many children at home, and it will be difficult to use without a heating bucket."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head helplessly.

The two uncles and nephews are equally honest and kind-hearted.

Thinking of her purpose, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly took off the basket on her back.

He bent down and took out a brand new cotton coat and trousers.

"Tangyaozi, these are yours."

She pushed the clothes into his hands.

Luo Fengtang looked at the brand new cotton coat and trousers in his hand. The boy pursed his lips slightly, his face full of emotion.

Blacksmith Luo looked at the smoke from the side with a smile.
Chapter completed!