Chapter 1171 Routine (Fifth update)
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Compared to you fighting a war, this is just a little cleverness on my part."
Luo Fengtang showed a hint of shame. He smiled shamefully: "No matter what, in my eyes, my Qing'er is the smartest!"
"Hee hee, this flattery has landed on the horse's ass!"
She smiled.
"Okay, I'm going back to the house to rest. You should go back to the house and sleep quickly!"
"Yes!"
......
The next day, Li Zheng and the others Put the news out.
Suddenly, everyone in the village was wondering who the thief was.
The crops were flooded and the poultry and livestock were dead. Everyone was really free now.
Every day I stay on the deserted island near the Tutu Temple. If there is rice and food, I will make some food at home.
Those who have no rice or grain are waiting for Yang Huazhong’s family to come over and distribute porridge.
We sat together and talked about many topics, such as stealing children and the officials sent by the imperial court to control earthquakes and floods.
We talked happily, and it seemed that the sadness of the destruction of our home was diluted a lot...
Yang Ruoqing also came to serve porridge with Sun and the others.
On the outskirts of the crowd, she saw a lonely small tent.
Outside other people’s tents, a bunch of women and children gathered together and talked.
Only the small tent was deserted.
"Mom, whose tent is that?" she asked.
Mrs. Sun glanced over there: "It's from the old Mu family."
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, wasn't Muzichuan's mother, Widow Liu, living there?
No wonder it’s so deserted around there, not even anyone is coming to talk!
This is the peak period for making porridge, and everyone has gathered here.
I greeted Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Da Sun, said a few words of thanks, and then went back to eat happily with the bowl in hand.
There was no movement in Widow Liu's tent.
“I came over yesterday afternoon to make porridge, but Ms. Zichuan didn’t come out to pick it up.”
“I wanted to go over to see what was going on, but as soon as I walked outside the tent, I heard her coming. "Don't come in!" was shouted inside, so I had to go back." Sun said in a low voice.
Yang Ruoqing frowned.
Widow Liu has a withdrawn personality. She never interacted with people in the village before and never visited her neighbors.
Under the blue sky and white sun, the courtyard gate and the hall door are all closed tightly.
Especially when Mu Zichuan left Qingshui Town for the capital for more than half a year, Widow Liu became more and more autistic.
“I’ll go over and have a look.”
Yang Ruoqing said, casually picking up two white-flour buns in a bowl and walking towards Widow Liu’s small tent.
If it was just like what happened to Sun, she had just walked outside the tent when she heard Widow Liu’s voice coming from inside: “Don’t come in!”
The voice was as cold as ever, repelling people thousands of miles away.
But there is a hint of hoarseness and weakness.
Yang Ruoqing paused for a moment, then lifted the curtain of the tent and got in.
“Get out...”
Widow Liu in the tent was suddenly startled and turned her head to look towards the tent door.
Widow Liu frowned tightly when she saw it was Yang Ruoqing.
"What are you here for?" she asked.
Yang Ruoqing did not answer Widow Liu's question, her eyes passed over the small tent.
Except for a sleeping place for one person on the floor, there is no other extra space inside.
The things that Widow Liu brought out were also very interesting.
It's not like other families who have to go back and fish out half a bag of rice or clothes from the water while struggling to survive.
Widow Liu’s entire possessions were a bamboo basket.
Yang Ruoqing was impressed by that bamboo basket. Inside the bamboo basket, there is a blue one-shoulder wide-band schoolbag.
The schoolbag contains bulging books.
This is Mu Zichuan's thing. In the past, he carried this bamboo basket on his back when traveling between Changping Village and Qingshui Town.
And the strap of that blue schoolbag was torn off by the crazy host...
"Get out, I want to rest!"
Widow Liu The voice reached Yang Ruoqing's ears again, pulling her thoughts back.
When his eyes returned to Widow Liu, Yang Ruoqing was not only not annoyed by Widow Liu's unfriendly attitude.
On the contrary, she looked at Widow Liu with a hint of respect.
Not to mention other aspects of women, when it comes to being a mother, Widow Liu is indeed an amazing mother.
When the flood comes, you don’t need anything.
Her son's books, used schoolbags, articles written every night at the desk...
She has kept them properly and kept them...
This maternal love is deep and broad.
Motherly love deserves to be respected!
“You haven’t eaten for a few times and your eye sockets are sunken. How can you still sleep like this?” Yang Ruoqing asked.
Immediately squatted next to Widow Liu and handed over the bowl with two white-flour steamed buns from behind.
"Eat the two steamed buns and then go to sleep!" she said.
Widow Liu was startled.
Looked at Yang Ruoqing, and then at the two white-flour steamed buns in her bowl.
The woman's pale face revealed something complicated.
"Why?" she asked.
Yang Ruoqing was startled.
"What?" She didn't quite understand the reason for Widow Liu's inexplicable 'why'.
Widow Liu frowned and whispered: "You know that I don't want to see you, why do you still send me steamed buns?"
Yang Ruoqing twitched the corners of her lips and smiled.
“I’m not rushing to give you a hot face to give you a cold butt, but for the sake of everyone being in the same village, if you starve to death right now, it will be bad for everyone. !"
"You..." Widow Liu turned red with anger.
"Even if I starve to death, I won't eat your old Yang's food!" Widow Liu arrived.
“Stop talking about those useless things and eat quickly!” Yang Ruoqing handed the steamed bun to Widow Liu.
“If you are hungry and sick or something, you will have to ask someone to serve you when the time comes to eat, drink, and defecate.”
“Poop and urine will be in your crotch, and pus and phlegm will be stuck in your throat. Are you willing to be tossed around, worse than an animal?"
She deliberately used words to anger Widow Liu.
When Widow Liu heard this, she was really shaken.
She snatched the steamed bun from Yang Ruoqing's hand and started eating it.
While eating, he glared at Yang Ruoqing.
She doesn’t want to be manipulated by others, she wants to be able to run and jump, and she wants to wait for Zichuan to come back!
Seeing Widow Liu eat two steamed buns in one go, Yang Ruoqing secretly curled her lips.
Mu Zichuan is very competitive and hypocritical at heart, just like this woman, right?
Yang Ruoqing took a look, picked up the empty bowl and left the tent.
Widow Liu was still stuffing the steamed buns into her mouth. Looking at the fallen tent curtain, the woman's chewing movement slowed down.
Suddenly, she realized that her threatening words just now were like a routine.
But I actually fell into this girl’s trick and started eating steamed buns.
Mrs. Liu stared at the tent curtain with a complicated expression, feeling more and more unable to understand Yang Ruoqing.
But one thing is for sure, this girl does not seem to be as bad as imagined...
(End of this chapter)