"Tangyaozi, I'm standing here, and you're standing on the rock opposite me, and then we both reach out to each other," Yang Ruoqing explained carefully.

Luo Fengtang did as Yang Ruoqing ordered and walked to the spot where Widow Liu slid down.

Then, the original scene reappears

Due to the distance of about one meter and the shape of the stone under their feet, both of them stood very carefully.

Under such circumstances, both people tried their best to lean towards each other and reach out their hands.

Luo Fengtang's fingers barely grasped Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Yang Ruoqing turned to Mu Zichuan and said, "You can see clearly that if you don't see me clearly, you won't be able to push your mother into the water."

"I pushed her and I couldn't stand upright," she said.

Mu Zichuan is not stupid, but also very smart.

He understood it when Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang demonstrated it to him.

The distance between these two stones meant that Qing'er couldn't push them.

Besides, Luo Fengtang is tall and his arms are longer than his mother's. Even so, he can only hold Qing'er's hand.

In other words, Qing'er and Niang's hands just didn't touch each other at all.

"Mom, let's go home, you need to change your clothes."

Mu Zichuan supported Widow Liu and turned to leave.

He was stopped by Luo Fengtang again.

Luo Fengtang had already jumped down from the stone and came over to help Yang Ruoqing down.

"Muzichuan, Qing'er was kind enough to help your mother, but you framed him like this. You just plan to leave like this."

Luo Fengtang stared at Muzichuan, with a fleeting sharp edge in his eyes.

Mu Zichuan stopped, but before she could say anything, Widow Liu became unhappy.

She put her hands on her hips and scolded Luo Fengtang, "You bastard, you are so anxious to stand up for a fat girl, what does it have to do with you?"

"People in the village say you two have an affair, ha, it seems to be true."

"mother"

Mu Zichuan gave Widow Liu a loud drink.

Widow Liu was startled for a moment, and then her face turned pale with anger.

"What are you yelling at me for?"

"Mom, can you please calm down for a while?" Mu Zichuan pleaded in a deep voice, his handsome face turned livid with pain.

Widow Liu shut her mouth angrily and used her knife to gouge out Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

Mu Zichuan left Widow Liu behind, turned around and took a few steps closer to Yang Ruoqing.

He looked at Yang Ruoqing with a complicated expression and said in a deep voice, "Qing'er, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have questioned you like that just now."

"When my mother is settled in my home, I will come to apologize to you."

Yang Ruoqing waved her hands indifferently, "There's no need to apologize."

After hearing this, Mu Zichuan's eyes lit up and he said a little excitedly, "Qing'er, so you have forgiven me."

Yang Ruoqing said with an indifferent face, "I don't care, and I can't even talk about forgiveness. Go back and persuade your mother not to do this kind of crappy trick again."

Muzichuan "".

The Mu family mother and son walked away in embarrassment.

Here, Yang Ruoqing exhaled a breath of turbid air and shook her head.

Aunt Dayun's worries seem to be accurate.

If you see Widow Liu from afar in the future, you must take a detour.

"Qing'er, have you finished washing the sheets?"

Luo Fengtang's voice brought her thoughts back.

She turned around and nodded to him, "It's done."

"Well, let's go back then"

Luo Fengtang said, picking up the wooden basin at her feet.

The two of them walked side by side on the way back to Lao Luo's house, ignoring the pointing directions of the women behind them.

"Tangyaozi, it's a good thing you arrived here just to talk. Otherwise, I would have jumped into the Yellow River and wouldn't be able to wash myself off."

On the way, Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly and said to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang smiled slightly, "The pure ones will become clear themselves, and the turbid ones will become turbid themselves. It's no big deal."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

This is the truth, but how many people in this world have their own judgment?

Most of them follow what others say.

I originally thought that a scholar like Mu Zichuan should have the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

However, he did not think deeply about it, and he did not even go to investigate the location and distance between the two stones.

I just listened to the one-sided remarks of Widow Liu and the washerwoman, so I came to question

Yang Ruoqing was a little disappointed.

Luo Fengtang walked beside Yang Ruoqing and secretly took a look at her.

I saw her with her head down, kicking the pebbles on the road nonchalantly as she walked without making a sound.

He was a little worried.

"Qing'er, this is a misunderstanding. Don't take it seriously."

He had no experience coaxing girls and seemed a bit clumsy.

"Besides, Mu Zichuan also apologized to you," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, raised her head and gave him a sweet smile.

"Tang Yazi, don't worry, I, Yang Ruoqing, don't have a glassy heart."

"That's good" he said.

"Hehe, thank you so much for supporting me today," she said again.

The icing on the cake is not as good as providing timely assistance.

When he was at a disadvantage, his unconditional trust was far better than Mu Zichuan's thousand-word apology.

Being thanked by Yang Ruoqing in front of her, Luo Fengtang felt a little embarrassed.

He freed up a hand and scratched his head, "Hey, I'm telling the truth."

"Hehe, this matter has changed. We won't mention it anymore. Hurry up and go home to dry the sheets," she urged.

"Um"

The two of them entered the yard one after another. Blacksmith Luo had already returned and was tying up loose hair in the yard.

It turns out that Blacksmith Luo was not at home earlier and had gone to the woods to gather firewood, Yang Ruoqing thought to herself.

"Uncle Luo"

She entered the courtyard and greeted Blacksmith Luo abruptly.

Blacksmith Luo raised his head and saw the two of them coming in together, with Luo Fengtang still holding a wooden basin in his hand.

Blacksmith Luo understood immediately.

He smiled kindly at Yang Ruoqing, "Girl Qing, I have to trouble you to help us wash the sheets. If you are tired, sit down and have a sip of tea."

Before Blacksmith Luo finished speaking, Luo Fengtang put down the wooden basin in his hand and turned to go to the main room to pour tea for Yang Ruoqing.

Was grabbed by her.

"I'm not thirsty, go find a rope and let's hurry up and dry the sheets," she said.

"Um"

Luo Fengtang turned around and went back to the house, and after a while, he took out a bundle of ropes.

The two people worked together and planned to tie one end of the rope to the old locust tree in the yard, and the other end to the old maple tree outside the yard.

Luo Fengtang wrapped the rope around his waist, hugged the tree with his arms, and kicked off his legs.

Rub rub rub rub

In the blink of an eye he climbed to the top of the tree.

His agility made Yang Ruoqing, an agent, unable to help but want to praise him.

"Qing'er, where are you tied?"

he asked from the treetops.

Yang Ruoqing stood under the tree, standing on tiptoes and raising her head, pointing to the place on the edge with her finger, "Just tie it there, yes, at that height."

With the cooperation of two people, the rope was tied quickly.

Yang Ruoqing stepped on a stool and hung the sheets on the rope to dry.
Chapter completed!