When Mu Zichuan carried the second load of water into the courtyard gate, he happened to meet Widow Liu coming out of the warehouse.

Widow Liu's face looked a little ugly, and she kept mumbling all the time.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Mu Zichuan asked.

Widow Liu said: "I just went to the warehouse to get something, and the charcoal seemed to be missing. I don't know if I remembered it wrong or something..."

Mu Zichuan's face turned red, and he lowered his head with a guilty conscience, not daring to look into Widow Liu's eyes.

"Maybe my mother remembered it wrong, rats don't eat that either!"

He whispered, carrying water and quickly carrying it into the kitchen.

Widow Liu followed her into the kitchen and started to add water for lunch.

"Mom, do you want me to help you wash the vegetables?"

Mu Zichuan asked.

Widow Liu paused in scooping up water and her face fell.

"What are you talking about? You are a man and a scholar, how can you do something like cooking in a woman's house?"

Mu Zichuan blushed.

"Mom, in fact, there is no distinction between high and low..."

He whispered.

I have been thinking about Qing'er's words all the way today.

There is no distinction between kindness and severity, and there is no distinction between things.

The book must be read with concentration.

But you shouldn’t be too arrogant or down-to-earth.

"Mom, scholars can also help mom wash rice and wash vegetables." Mu Zichuan said again.

However, before he finished speaking, Widow Liu's face fell.

"It won't happen, it won't happen. You are going to do big things in the future, but you can't be constrained by the fumes of the kitchen!"

"mother……"

"Go out, if you have this time and effort, why not write more words..."

Widow Liu pushed Mu Zichuan out of the kitchen and closed the kitchen door with her backhand.

Mu Zichuan stood at the door of the kitchen, looking confused.

Finally, he shook his head, sighed, and went back to the West Room to study hard.

Soon, lunch was ready.

Widow Liu took Mu Zichuan's portion on a tray and sent it to his west room.

Seeing him hunched over his desk writing furiously, Widow Liu nodded with satisfaction.

She put the dishes and chopsticks gently on the table, turned around and left the room, and went back to the kitchen to eat her own meal.

Outside the courtyard, there was a sound of knocking on the courtyard door.

Widow Liu poked her head out of the kitchen, "Who is it?"

Outside the courtyard gate, a woman's laughter could be heard.

"Sister-in-law of the Mu family, I am the second roommate of the old Yang family. I came to talk to you about something. Please open the door!"

The second room of Lao Yang’s family?

Widow Liu was a little puzzled, but she still walked over and opened the courtyard door.

At the entrance of the courtyard, Mrs. Yang stood there with a smile.

In his hand, he was holding a small bag.

Widow Liu glanced at the small bag and thought it looked familiar.

For a moment I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

"Sister-in-law of the Mu family, I'm already at the door of your house, why don't you just let me stand at the entrance of the yard and talk?"

Yang asked with a smile.

Widow Liu came to her senses and stepped aside to make way for her: "Come in."

Yang entered the courtyard in a flash and went straight to the main room in front.

Stopped by Widow Liu.

"My family, Zichuan, is studying in the West Room. No one can disturb me. If you have anything to say, just go to the kitchen and say it!"

Yang was stunned for a moment, feeling a little angry.

I feel that Widow Liu is too unkind.

According to Yang's temperament, he would like to start a fuss immediately.

But thinking of the purpose of this trip, Yang smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"Oh, I didn't think it through properly. It's a big deal for Zichuan Wenshu. Let's go to the kitchen and talk to him. Don't disturb him."

Yang quietly went to the kitchen.

Seeing how knowledgeable Mr. Yang was, Widow Liu finally had a smile on her face.

In the kitchen, Widow Liu handed Mrs. Yang a small stool and poured a bowl of hot tea.

Then, she took her rice bowl and sat down on the rolling stone at the door of the kitchen. While eating, she asked Yang: "Stop beating around the bush, tell me, why do you come to see me?"

Yang smiled and said, "Sister-in-law is a happy person, so I'll get straight to the point."

"I'm here today because I want to discuss the marriage of our children with you, sister-in-law." Yang said.

Widow Liu raised her head and glanced at Mr. Yang.

"What kind of marriage? I don't understand." Mrs. Liu said.

Mrs. Yang curled her lips: "I just praised my sister-in-law as a happy person. Look, now she pretends to be confused because she understands?"

"Of course it's the marriage between your Zichuan and my Lan'er!" Yang said.

"Looking across these ten miles and eight villages, your family Zichuan is talented, and my family Lan'er is handsome."

"A true man and woman are a perfect match!"

Mrs. Yang didn't notice Widow Liu's face darkening a little bit.

He was still smacking his mouth and dancing.

"I don't know what supplements to bring when I come here this time."

"Later, my Lan'er said that Zichuan had to warm up his books at night, and his hands were cold and the pen was shaking."

"My Lan'er asked me to bring a few kilograms of first-class charcoal to light a fire for Zichuan to keep warm at night!"

"Look, my daughter is very capable of getting into trouble..."

"Have you finished farting?"

Widow Liu suddenly stood up and pointed to the kitchen door.

Widow Liu's hands were shaking: "When you're done farting, get out of here!"

Yang was stunned and looked up at Widow Liu without blinking.

"You're still waiting to leave, right?"

Widow Liu scolded, put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, pulled Mr. Yang up from the stool and pushed her towards the courtyard door.

"Hey, sister-in-law of the Mu family, what are you doing? Can't you tell me something you want to say?"

"roll!"

"How much dowry do you want? How many dowries do you want? These two children will be a good match~"

"roll!"

Widow Liu pushed Mr. Yang out of the courtyard door and closed the courtyard door behind her back.

Ms. Yang also wanted to knock on the door, but her nose hit the door and she was so painful that stars popped out of her eyes.

Mrs. Yang was also annoyed and stood at the door of the yard with her hands on her hips and scolded.

"Who are you? Crazy bitch, do you really think your son is a treasure?"

"Isn't he just a poor scholar? He hasn't even passed the exam yet, and his nose hole is pointing up to the sky!"

"I bother!"

A basin of water was poured out from the yard, giving Yang a chill.

Mrs. Yang was like a drowned rat at the door, jumping around and cursing.

The neighbors were so surprised that they all came out to watch the fun.

In the courtyard, Muzichuan also left the main room.

"Mom, what happened?" he asked with a confused look on his face.

Widow Liu turned to look at her son and gritted her teeth.

Widow Liu rushed over, grabbed Mu Zichuan by the ears and dragged him into the kitchen.

"Look at what this is!"

Widow Liu pointed to the small charcoal bag Yang left on the ground and questioned Mu Zichuan.

The moment Mu Zichuan saw the charcoal bag, he was stunned.

Isn't this the five kilograms of charcoal he sent to Qing'er last night?

Why are you back?

Seeing her son like this, Widow Liu suddenly understood something.

The woman was filled with grief and anger, and she clenched her fists and beat Mu Zichuan on the shoulders.

"You unfilial son, tell me, who did you steal the charcoal from home and give it to?"

No matter how Liu's fists fell on him like raindrops, he still froze in place and remained motionless.

In my ears, my mother's scolding gradually faded away.

He couldn't feel the pain either.

The boy was like a clay wood sculpture, frozen in place.

Her delicate brows were knitted together.

In my heart and mind, I was thinking about one thing over and over again.

That is, Qing'er said it well and accepted his intention.

Why? Why do you have to send it back?
Chapter completed!