When night fell, Yang Ruoqing left the house with the eel cage filled with bait as usual.

Today is the last day of September in the lunar calendar, and tomorrow is the first day of October.

At the beginning of the first month of the lunar month, there will be another big rally in Qingshui Town, thirty miles away.

Yang Ruoqing plans to go to the market tomorrow and sell the things Yang Huazhong has knitted in the town.

The last time I went to the market was on the 25th, and it was only four or five days since then.

In the past four or five days, she went to catch eels twice. The eels she caught were used to entertain Ga Gong and the others.

Yang Ruoqing plans to try her luck again tonight.

Besides, when I go to town tomorrow, I will mainly sell tofu.

Arriving at the entrance of the village, Yang Ruoqing placed all the eel cages in her hands under the cover of night.

Then, she walked quickly back to the village. At the pond entering the village, she squatted down and washed her hands in the pond water as usual.

Just as she drank a cup of water, someone suddenly called her from behind.

"Fat Ya"

Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw a handsome young man standing behind her.

Wearing a blue straight robe, he has a tall and tall figure, the moonlight shines on his face, and his eyes are dark and bright, with a hint of excitement and surprise.

"Muzichuan"

Yang Ruoqing immediately stood up.

He glanced at the two wooden buckets in Mu Zichuan's hands and raised the corners of his mouth, "Ha, you went out to carry water in the dark again. You are not afraid of falling into the water and no one can save you."

When Muzichuan heard this, he remembered the embarrassing scene when he lost his footing and slipped into the water last time.

There was a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"If you don't open the pot, you won't be happy."

Muzichuan frowned slightly, muttered this, turned around and walked forward.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and didn't take it seriously. She stood there with her hands folded and watched Mu Zichuan fetching water.

The pond is large and deep, with large and small stones surrounding it, and is used by village women to starch washing clothes.

A dozen steps away from these washing areas, a platform specially used to fetch water was built using bluestone slabs and rolling stones.

The platform extends two to three meters into the pond. The villagers think that with that distance, the water is cleaner and suitable for home consumption.

Yang Ruoqing squinted her eyes and watched Mu Zichuan carefully walk forward step by step along the slippery bluestone steps.

Watch him roll up his sleeves, bend down slightly, and put the bucket in his hand into the water gently and gently.

Fetching water, two simple movements, is not interesting at all when men in the countryside do it.

However, when this kid Jing Muzichuan made it, there was an indescribable elegance to it.

This boy is quite handsome, fair and fair, and doesn't look like a country boy at all.

If he really succeeds in the national examination one day, or passes the Jinshi examination, with this good skin, he might really be chosen as a husband by those ladies from high-ranking families.

By then, it will be Chen Shimei

There are a lot of such bloody stories in the drama.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly glad that she had turned from passive to active and kicked Mu Zichuan away before he became successful.

From now on, even if he goes to the Prime Minister's house, it will be none of her business, Yang Ruoqingniao.

Here, Mu Zichuan placed two full buckets of water at his feet. The wooden buckets were a little heavy when filled with water.

His plan was to carry a bucket ashore one at a time. However, when he turned around, he saw Yang Ruoqing standing on the shore.

Under the moonlight, the girl was standing by the pond, with her arms folded across her chest, staring unblinkingly at this side with a pair of bright eyes.

Mu Zichuan was startled for a moment.

Fat Ya didn’t leave

What is she doing standing there watching me carry water?

The boy's chest instantly felt heroic.

Gritting his teeth, he reached out with both hands, held down the two barrels, and lifted them off the ground with all his strength.

"Oh, you should be treated with admiration after three days of separation, Mu Zichuan, you have gained a lot of strength."

Over there, Yang Ruoqing's applause came, mixed with her loud whistle.

Mu Zichuan blushed, lowered his head, gritted his teeth, put all his energy into sucking milk, carried two buckets of water step by step, and climbed up the shore with great difficulty.

He walked towards Yang Ruoqing step by step.

His somewhat thin body was swaying, and the water in the barrel was shaking violently.

I have walked all the way, and I have also lost my way.

"Mu Zichuan, can you do it? It's quite awkward to look at you like this. Why don't you use a pole to carry it?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"It's the same if you don't need a carrying pole. It's all about using your strength anyway."

Muzichuan said hummingly.

"Haha, that's not bad. I thought Bai Wuyi was a scholar, but it turns out that you, a scholar, also have a lot of strength. You're pretty good."

Yang Ruoqing gave Mu Zichuan a thumbs up.

Mu Zichuan made no sound while gnawing, and his face turned even redder.

He had already reached Yang Ruoqing, he was so tired that he could hardly breathe, and his arms were so sore that he almost lost consciousness.

But he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

He didn't know why he did this. He only knew that he couldn't embarrass himself with Fat Ya anymore.

However, some things often backfire.

He didn't know what he stepped on, his feet staggered, and he fell forward.

The two buckets of water in my hand flew out together with the buckets.

Mu Zichuan closed his eyes and thought, now he was in great embarrassment again.

In my ears, there was a "bang" sound of a barrel falling to the ground.

But his own shoulder was grabbed by a strong force and pulled back.

Mu Zichuan opened his eyes and found that he was standing firmly on the spot, and Yang Ruoqing had just withdrawn her hand from his shoulder.

When he realized what was going on, his face turned red and he was so annoyed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground to drill into.

Lowering his head, he leaned over to pick up two wooden barrels that had fallen to the ground.

I thought it was over now, the fat girl would definitely laugh to death, and she would also say a lot of hurtful things.

A hand suddenly reached out in front of him and picked up the two barrels before him.

Muzichuan was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look. Yang Ruoqing had already carried two empty buckets, quickly returned to the water platform over there, and started filling the buckets with water.

Mu Zichuan came to his senses and ran back quickly. Before he could run a few steps, he looked down and saw that his cloth shoes had a crack.

No wonder I stepped on my foot just now. It turned out that the shoe was broken.

Here, Yang Ruoqing also came over with both hands, carrying two buckets of water.

Mu Zichuan hurriedly came over and stretched out his hand, "Fat Ya, no need, I'll carry it myself."

"Nothing, let me carry a section for you," Yang Ruoqing said.

"No way, no way" Mu Zichuan shook his head.

A boy has to ask a girl to help him carry water. If someone sees him, he will laugh to death.

Mu Zichuan came up and snatched the bucket from Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Yang Ruoqing was a little annoyed.

It’s a rare moment for my aunt to show kindness and help you carry the bucket. You don’t have to take it anymore.

"Okay, then you can carry it yourself"

She said this and threw the buckets in both hands into Mu Zichuan's hands.

The water was filled to the brim, mixed with the weight of the barrel, and when put into Mu Zichuan's hands, it was like two huge rocks pressing down suddenly.
Chapter completed!