"Qing'er, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you're finally back."

Mu Zichuan came over and said.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised.

This is really what Tangyazi said!

She looked directly at Mu Zichuan and asked, "What are you waiting for me to do?"

Muzichuan smiled and rubbed his hands and said, "No, it's freezing. I'm afraid you'll be frozen, so I'll bring you some charcoal."

"carbon?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"Yes." Muzichuan nodded with a smile.

He turned around and pointed to a small bag leaning against the wall.

"There are five pounds of second-grade charcoal inside. My mother asked my uncle to get it for me to keep warm while reading and writing at night."

"I thought it must be cold in Qing'er's house, so I gave you half of it to warm up."

Muzichuan talked.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the charcoal bag placed in the corner.

What kind of auspicious day is this? Why are both of them sending charcoal to her?

Here, Mu Zichuan has been observing Yang Ruoqing's reaction.

In his estimation, Qing'er's family was so poor that they would definitely not be able to afford charcoal.

If I provide her with help in times of need, she will definitely be extremely happy.

However, her reaction seemed different from what he expected.

Just when Mu Zichuan was full of doubts, Yang Ruoqing spoke up.

She smiled and said to Mu Zichuan: "I appreciate your kindness."

"You need charcoal to read and write at night. You'd better take this charcoal back home."

As she spoke, she glanced at Luo Fengtang beside her.

"I just got a lot of wood scraps from Tangyazi's house, and..."

Before Yang Ruoqing finished speaking, she was interrupted by Mu Zichuan.

"Where can I find charcoal from scrap wood?"

Mu Zichuan glanced at the basket full of sawdust in Luo Fengtang's hand, and frowned slightly.

"Wood scraps are worthless. When they burn, they fill the house with the smell of smoke and make people cry."

He glanced sideways at Luo Fengtang and the sawdust Luo Fengtang was carrying, with a hint of contempt in his tone.

"This is second-grade charcoal. All the big households in the town burn it. It produces very little smoke."

"Qing'er, please accept this charcoal first. If you don't look back, I'll think of a way. Can it be done?"

After listening to Mu Zichuan's words, Yang Ruoqing still had a smile on her face.

However, it was not the expression of gratitude just now.

Full of unabashed ridicule.

"Muzichuan, I haven't finished speaking yet."

She said, then walked around to the other side of Luo Fengtang and put the hemp bag on his back on the ground.

"Tang Yazi not only gave me wood scraps to start the fire, but also gave my family thirty kilograms of fruit charcoal to burn."

"He will have to continue burning camphor charcoal later. I think the charcoal will be enough for this winter, right?"

Muzichuan thought he heard wrongly.

Fruit charcoal?

How can it be!

He leaned over and glanced at the charcoal in the hemp bag.

Regardless of color or appearance.

Or maybe it's the texture of the fracture, or the faint fragrance.

This quality is far better than our own ten kilograms of fruit charcoal!

Moreover, Luo Fengtang weighed thirty kilograms as a gift.

Mu Zichuan turned his head and glanced at the five kilograms of second-grade charcoal leaning against the corner, and his face suddenly turned red.

I wish I could find a crack in the ground to drill!

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mu Zichuan and frowned secretly.

She didn't want to embarrass Muzichuan now.

Although there was something arrogant and contemptuous in his words that made her unhappy.

But he didn't mean to cause trouble.

He is here to deliver charcoal.

The starting point is good.

She immediately re-tightened the bag and handed it to Luo Fengtang.

"Tangyaozi, please send your things to my house first. I'll say a few words to him and then come back."

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang responded.

He knew that staying here would make Mu Zichuan even more embarrassed.

He also believed that Qing'er had her own sense of proportion in doing things.

Luo Fengtang didn't ask any more questions, and strode into the alleyway carrying his things.

Here, only Mu Zichuan and Yang Ruoqing are left.

Mu Zichuan's whole body was like an eggplant beaten by frost, standing there with a gray face, his head hanging down.

Yang Ruoqing walked up to him, took a breath, and said clearly: "Don't act like this. After all, I am still very grateful to you."

"Thank me?"

Muzichuan slowly raised his eyes.

"What are you grateful for? Is there anything I should be grateful for, Qing'er?"

he asked mockingly.

I thought five pounds of second-grade charcoal would be enough to shock Qing'er.

Unexpectedly, they sold thirty kilograms of fruit charcoal.

Mu Zichuan felt like a clown.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him quietly, as if she could see through his mind.

She sighed softly and said to Muzichuan: "It doesn't matter if it's fruit charcoal or charcoal, or even wood chips and pine cones."

“Things do not matter whether they are high or low, and kindness does not matter how deep it is.”

"In such a cold winter, you can think of me and give me something to keep warm."

"Even if it's just a straw, I'm grateful in my heart!"

"Qing'er..."

The corners of Mu Zichuan's lips twitched, and he looked at her deeply, his face full of emotion.

"Mu Zichuan, please wait for me to finish what I'm saying, okay?" she asked with a smile.

Mu Zichuan nodded: "Okay, you say it, I'm all ears."

Yang Ruoqing secretly rolled her eyes.

A scholar is a scholar, so just listen and write.

Why!

"Mu Zichuan, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't like to hear what you said to slander Tang Yazi today."

Yang Ruoqing said.

"Qing'er, are you protecting him?" Mu Zichuan asked with a frown.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I don't help others."

"I just think that what you give to you is what he gives to him. There is no need to denigrate what others have given."
To be continued...