Luo Fengtang felt relieved: "That's good."

"Tangyazi, let's go to the grocery store first. Tomorrow is the winter solstice and we have to burn incense at the tomb."

"When you're done, please accompany me to the cloth shop. I'll get some cloth to take home." She said.

The quilt was not warm enough to sleep on, and the night seemed cold and long.

She wanted to go to a fabric shop to make a new quilt cover.

Then spend money in the village to buy some cotton, and ask the bomber to pop out some new beds of cotton batting.

Make a new quilt cover.

Luo Fengtang nodded, pushed the wheelbarrow, and the two of them walked towards the street talking and laughing.

…

"What? Mu Zichuan wants to marry Sister Lan'er?"

While having lunch, Yang Ruoqing was shocked when she heard the news.

"Why did these two people get involved together?" she murmured.

Sun said: "Matchmaker Zhou was here last morning, and your second uncle and second mother have also returned to the village."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

She had no good impression of Mu Zichuan.

I taught him a lesson several times and he accepted it with an open mind.

I even brought her charcoal last time.

She couldn't say she had any objections.

But, was it his original intention to marry Yang Ruolan?

Or does he mean it?

Yang Ruoqing couldn't figure it out and had no interest in thinking about it.

God’s arrangements have their own reasons!
Chapter completed!