He tried to immerse himself in books so that he could forget his worries.

However, the books that usually made him thirsty for knowledge were boring now.

Every word on the paper was moving. In the end, it all turned into Yang Ruoqing's smiling face, swaying in front of his eyes.

When Widow Liu came in with a bowl of hot tea, she saw her son holding a handful of books, his eyes fixed, and he did not turn a page for a long time.

He didn't even notice she was coming.

What's going on with this kid?

Widow Liu was full of doubts, she put down her tea bowl gently, and was about to turn around and leave.

Sudden

"Qing'er"

Widow Liu heard these two words spilling out of her son's mouth.

It's like a whisper, but also like a call.

Rare tenderness, tenderness, and full of longing.

The moment Widow Liu stepped down, she froze in place, as if she had been struck by lightning.

She never dreamed that her son, who had always been cold and indifferent, would have such a tone.

He is not calling for his mother, but for a baby girl.

That girl was none other than the fat girl from the third room of the Yang family who broke off the engagement with him.

"Zichuan"

Widow Liu rushed forward, snatched the scroll from Mu Zichuan's hand, and threw it hard on the table.

"Are you crazy, or is that fat girl worth it for you to do this for her? Are you going to piss me off to death?"

Widow Liu roared at Mu Zichuan angrily.

Mu Zichuan came back to his senses and stood up from behind the desk hurriedly, like a child who had done something wrong and was caught.

He was at a loss and lowered his head with a guilty conscience, ready to listen to his mother's anger.

Widow Liu was so angry that her face turned pale, and she held Mu Zichuan's arms hard, "Tell mom, are you still thinking about that fat girl?"

Mu Zichuan made no sound, but raised his eyes to glance at the furious Widow Liu.

He said nothing, but the guilt in his eyes was like a dagger inserted into Widow Liu's heart.

Widow Liu was so angry that her face turned pale and her whole body was shaking.

Her fingers pinched Muzichuan's arm so hard that her nails dug into the flesh, causing Muzichuan's delicate brows to frown together in pain.

"What kind of enchanting soup did that fat girl give you to make you obsessed with her? She is fat, ugly, and aggressive, and she divorced you, making you embarrassed and disgraced."

Widow Liu shook Mu Zichuan like crazy, crying and scolding him.

"Why don't you have a long memory? Why do you think about a girl like that who is better than her? We in Changping Village grab a lot of them. Why don't you leave the white-faced steamed buns alone and have to compete with the black-faced steamed buns?

"

Muzichuan's thin body was shaken by his mother.

Let his mother's fists hit his shoulders like raindrops.

He let his mother cry so hard that her heart was broken and her nose and tears covered him.

He was still standing upright, with his hands clenched into fists and his brows furrowed.

"Mom, you are right. She is fat, ugly, and aggressive, and she makes me embarrassed. Logically speaking, I should hate her before it's too late."

After a pause, he looked at Widow Liu sadly, his voice a little choked and hoarse.

It also carries a bit of sadness and helplessness.

"But if my son doesn't live up to expectations, he can't control this place."

He said in a deep voice, raised his hand to make a fist, and punched his chest hard.

Widow Liu's crying stopped suddenly.

She let go of Mu Zichuan and staggered back two steps, as if she didn't recognize Mu Zichuan.

The room fell into an eerie silence, and neither mother nor son made any sound.

After a long while, Widow Liu wiped away the tears on her face and gritted her teeth and said to Mu Zichuan, "Zichuan, don't even think about it. As long as I'm here, that fat girl will never even think about entering my old Mu's house. Even if you

In the future, if I win the imperial examination and become the number one scholar, even if I want to take her as my concubine, I will never agree to it. Just give up on this."

After saying these words, Widow Liu slammed the door and left.

In the room, Mu Zichuan also sat back down with a dejected look on his face, as if all his strength had been drained from his body.

When Yang Ruoqing arrived home, she saw at a glance that Duke Ga, Fifth Uncle, Second Cousin, and Uncle Daniu were busy in the open space opposite the west room and next to the courtyard wall.

Old Sun Tou was cutting bamboo there, and his second cousin Yang Yongjin was cutting wood piles there.

Uncle Wu took all his carpentry axes and robes and started planing the wood there.

Uncle Daniu was sorting thatch and straw.

You guys are building a pigsty

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up and she hurried over.

"Gong Gong, where did you get the bamboo and wooden boards for building a pigsty?"

Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

The original plan was to capture the little piglet and put it in Lao Yang's cowshed for a few days.

Wait until the pigsty is built before moving it over.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Lao Suntou laughed and said, "Your Uncle Niu heard that your mother and the others were catching piglets, so he came to our house with bamboo and wood to build a pigsty for us."

"I just happened to catch up with your fifth uncle and the others who are at home today. They came to see your father. When we all figured it out, it would be better to choose a different day than to hit the sun. Why don't we start building it now?"

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

Luo Fengtang, who was following her, put down the barrel in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and joined the team building the pig pen.

Over there, Yang Huazhou also walked over, pointed to the open space in front of him and said to Yang Ruoqing, "Qing'er, take care of this pigsty. We have to build it with bricks and stones outside, and then paste it with yellow mud to make it solid."

"But the place isn't big. If we use bricks and stones, Piggy won't have anywhere to turn around."

"The few of us worked together to build a simpler pigsty. We built a small room half a person's height with a canopy next to the wall, and nailed wooden doors on both sides to keep out the cold."

"Put a pig trough over there, and over there, dig a small pit with lower ground. When the time comes to clean up the pig manure and urine, put them into that small pit, and then use buckets to carry them away."

"Let's go outside and nail a circle with wooden stakes, and pull up broken fishing nets and wattle sticks to build a wall as high as one person."

"The piglets, chickens and ducks will all be put together for free range when the time comes."

"I'll get some bamboo wood in a while and make a chicken coop. How about that?"

After listening to Yang Huazhou's plan, Yang Ruoqing nodded with satisfaction.

Although it is still a bit crude in many aspects, it is already very good to be able to do this in such a hasty time.

"Uncle Wu, just do as you say, I think it's fine."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and asked, "How long will it take to build it?"

Yang Huazhou said, "With so many people, we can build it in one day."

So fast

When the piglets are caught in the afternoon, they can live in their new homes directly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled broadly.
Chapter completed!