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.

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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.
Chapter completed!