Ashamed.

"Hehe, it's all thanks to teacher Qing'er who teaches well. I learned from you Qing'er."

Luo Fengtang was patting the horse there.

Yang Ruoqing's cheeks were a little hot.

He coughed dryly and looked at him again.

"Don't be arrogant in victory and don't be discouraged in defeat. Don't let your tail rise to the sky just because my fifth uncle praised you a few words."

She taught him seriously.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "If you want to reach the level of being a teacher, you're still far from ready. Keep practicing, you know?"

Luo Fengtang suppressed his smile and nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, Qing'er, I will practice diligently and not embarrass you!"

She nodded with a smile, "Well, with your words, I will feel relieved as a teacher. Come on!"

…

Looking at the row of swill buckets in the backyard, Yang Ruoqing shook her head in distress.

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who would have thought that every particle of the meal on the plate is hard work, alas!"

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh a few times.

Behind him, there was the sound of stroking hands.

"Good poem, good poem, really exquisite!"

Familiar voice?

Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw Mu Zichuan appearing behind her at some unknown moment.

"Ah? Why are you here? Aren't you studying in school?"

Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

"Sir, I have something to do this afternoon, so I will come over to see you and Tang Yazi."

Mu Zichuan said calmly.

His clear eyes were chasing her figure.

"Qing'er is so amazing, she can even write poems!"

"This poem is really exquisite. The words are concise, but the words are eloquent, and it tells the hard work of the people!"

He shook his head, read the poem carefully, and praised her profusely.

I praised her so much that her bones felt lighter.

But my heart was beating a drum.

She wouldn't tell him that she actually plagiarized the song "Hoe Farmer".

In modern times, all the children in kindergarten classes can memorize it.

"Qing'er, I'd like to ask you how you came up with this wonderful sentence? Can you give me a lesson?"

Mu Zichuan asked again, Qingjun's face was filled with humility and admiration.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing blushed.

"Well, it's nothing, just a few limericks..." she said perfunctorily.

"I just saw those duck legs, chicken bones, etc., and the customers threw them away without even chewing them clean. It's a pity," she said.

I saw him looking thoughtful.

She quickly added: "Well, this is the legendary burst of inspiration, don't go into it too deeply!"

Muzichuan nodded lightly.

Without going into detail, he had already memorized it.

"By the way, you just said you came over to see me and Tang Yazi. Have you seen him?"

Yang Ruoqing turned around and asked again.

Mu Zichuan came back to his senses and said, "I came in from the backyard and happened to meet Uncle Yang Wu."

"I asked him about you. He said you were here, so I went straight to you and never saw Tang Yazi." He said.

Yang Ruoqing said "oh".

"He's in the front yard. Come on, I'll take you to find him."

She raised her feet to leave, but he stopped her.

"There's no rush, it's not too late to go later." He said with a smile.

"I came here today because I have something to give you," he said.

"What?" she asked.

He glanced around and made sure that there were only two of them in this corner of the backyard.

Then he pulled out a roll of something from the bottom of his sleeve.

It was tied with a ribbon, so you could only see the white paper outside, but not the inside.

"What is this?" she asked, but did not reach out to pick it up.

Muzichuan forced it into her hand: "Don't Da'an like painting? I promised him that I would draw a painting and let him use it as a sample for tracing."

"I can't go home until the Qingming Festival. Please pass this to him on my behalf," he said.

So that’s what happened?

Yang Ruoqing accepted it with confidence.

Seeing her answer, a smile flashed across Muzichuan's eyes.

Just after handing over the painting, Luo Fengtang came over.

"Qing'er..."

Hearing him shouting, Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows lit up.

"Tangyaozi, I'm here!"

She stood on tiptoe and waved to him.

Beside him, the smile on Mu Zichuan's face faded a bit.
Chapter completed!