In the west room, Mu Zichuan sat in front of the desk, his slender fingers gently tracing the edge of the desk, thoughtfully.

When he returned to the village, the first thing he did was to go find Qing'er, give her the medicine he bought, and ask her to help make pain-relieving pills.

He was told that Qing'er was not at home and was washing herself in the pond, so he went straight to the pond.

She rolled up her sleeves and trousers, stood on a starched stone, holding a harpoon in her hand and stabbing it into the water...

Later, he came forward to ask.

"I'm eating speared fish, hehe..."

This was what she was joking with him at the time.

It was the other washing women nearby who told him the truth of the matter.

It turned out that my cousin Liu Doukou came here to wash the sheets, but the sheets were not washed and she even dropped the spices into the water.

He didn't take this matter seriously at first. His cousin was not very old, just fifteen years old. She had been pampered and pampered by her uncle and aunt since she was a child. It was not unusual for her to not know how to wash clothes.

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Mu Zichuan has planned to wash his own clothes in the future...

But when he was standing at the door of the West House earlier, if he hadn't heard his cousin's twisted lies with his own ears, he would really not have believed that this young girl could hide such intentions.

From his perspective, as an onlooker, Qing'er acted openly, enthusiastically and generously, and took care of the people around them without asking for anything in return.

Cousin and Qing'er didn't have any bad blood in the past, so why did Qing'er have to be arranged like this?

Is it just to please my mother?

But even if I want to please my mother, there is no need to use Qing'er as a stepping stone. But the fact is that Qing'er helped her.

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Seeing the sheets hanging on the rows of bamboo poles in the backyard of her home drying in the May sunshine, the air was filled with the faint fragrance of sweet potato, Yang Ruoqing rubbed her aching arms, and the corners of her lips curled up with a touch of satisfaction.

of arc.

No matter it’s cold or hot, keep your home clean, fresh, tidy and orderly.

Letting the elderly at home, drinking the children and walking outside is very dignified and comfortable. For a housewife, it is the greatest satisfaction and pride.

At this moment, although her arms were sore from washing the sheets all morning, Yang Ruoqing was in a good mood.

She picked up the empty bucket, hummed a little tune, lifted a sheet in front of her and planned to go back to the house.

There was a man standing silently on the other side of the sheet. He almost startled her with his sudden flirtation.

"Oh, let me go. You are so scary. When did you come, Zichuan?" Yang Ruoqing took a step back, raised her hand and patted her chest. She couldn't help but glare at Muzichuan and said.

Mu Zichuan smiled awkwardly.

Yang Ruoqing asked again: "When did you come here?"

Mu Zichuan said: "Just arrived."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Are you a cat? You don't make any sound when you walk, and you don't make a sound when you come. Fortunately, I didn't say bad things about you behind your back, otherwise you would have heard them all, hehe..."

Mu Zichuan naturally knew that she was joking, and he also smiled.

Seeing a large wooden bucket in her hand, Mu Zichuan quickly stretched out his hand to help her carry it, but was avoided by Yang Ruoqing.

"An empty bucket doesn't weigh much at all," she said.

"Let me get it, your hands are sore from washing so many sheets at once," he said.

Yang Ruoqing raised her lips and smiled, but shook her head: "I accept your wishes, but I'm not that delicate!"

Some things may seem like trivial things, but some people can do them and some people cannot.

If it were Luo Fengtang today, Yang Ruoqing would definitely hand him the bucket naturally.

Because they are a couple.

But Muzichuan is different. You have to avoid things that should be avoided, and get close to things that should be done within a certain measure.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Let's go!" Yang Ruoqing took two steps and found that Mu Zichuan was still in a daze. She shook her head at him coolly.

Mu Zichuan came back to his senses, nodded, and quickly followed.

In the warehouse, Yang Ruoqing compared a long medicine list, carefully weighed the required medicinal materials with a small scale specially designed for weighing medicinal materials, and then placed them on a flat table.

On kraft paper.

Muzichuan stood by in case she missed any of the medicine.

After the two people worked together, all the medicinal materials needed on the medicine list were summarized together.

Yang Ruoqing put the white peony roots into it, and then wrapped them carefully.

"I will send it to Uncle Fu later and ask him to refine these into pills. When the pain in my godmother's body becomes unbearable, I will give her one pill to relieve the pain."

Yang Ruoqing said.

This prescription was given by the leader of the white-clothed sect, and its effectiveness in relieving pain is unquestionable.

But it's hard for Yang Ruoqing to say whether it can alleviate her godmother's condition, suppress cancer cells, and allow her to live longer in this world.

Naturally, she would not tell Mu Zichuan about things that were difficult to talk about. It was not good to give others hope and then disappoint them later.

Mu Zichuan took the package of medicinal materials with both hands. He lowered his eyes and looked at the package of medicine in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly.

"I hope God will be merciful and let my mother live a few more years. I am willing to use half of my life span to exchange for her..."

"Zichuan, stop talking nonsense, let's go to Uncle Fu's together." Yang Ruoqing interrupted him, turned around and walked over.

Mu Zichuan nodded, put away the package of medicine properly, and the two of them left the warehouse one after another.

The two of them arrived at Uncle Fu's house and handed the medicinal materials to Uncle Fu.

Regarding the making of pills, Yang Ruoqing had already discussed the matter in detail with Uncle Fu in private a few days ago.

The two handed the medicinal materials to Uncle Fu, and they had nothing to explain. Uncle Fu was an expert in this field.

So, Mu Zichuan stood up, brushed his robe, and knelt down with Uncle Fu.

"Uncle Fu, I've put a lot of effort on you, Zichuan is very grateful!" he said.

The dignified Tanhualang, the youngest civil servant in Da Qi, and the favorite disciple of the cabinet bachelor, was a popular figure in front of the emperor just like Luo Fengtang. His future was so limitless that Mu Zichuan actually treated him with such a great gift. Uncle Fu was flattered.

He hurriedly stood up and came over to help Mu Zichuan up, "It can't be done, it can't be done..."

But Muzichuan knelt on the ground and couldn't get up.

Yang Ruoqing came over to stop Uncle Fu and said, "Uncle Fu, just let him go. This pill can relieve his mother's pain, so you can bear this kneeling."

Uncle Fu was startled for a moment. Here, Mu Zichuan bowed down and bowed to Uncle Fu three times before getting up.

Uncle Fu said with a moved face: "Don't worry, Zichuan, I will definitely make this pill properly. You are a filial son. God will bless you mother and son!"
Chapter completed!