"If there's no chance, there's no chance. I have no hope of marrying into the Mu family at all," Yang Ruoqing said nonchalantly.

What a joke, this body is only twelve years old, Loliye, it’s too early to talk about marriage.

Besides, her character doesn't like forced marriage.

"Qing'er, that kid from Zichuan has a smart mind even at a young age. The old gentlemen in the private school in our village all praise him for being a good student." Mrs. Sun said, "If you can marry him, you may be a talented lady in the future.

Women, enjoy glory and wealth all their lives.”

"Mom, Mu Zichuan is really so powerful. How come you are at this age? You have been studying for six or seven years without even being admitted as a scholar. You are still a little boy."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips. She didn't know why, but when she mentioned scholars, she thought of the scholars in a certain TV series.

He has a rotten spirit, speaks and acts sourly, and is always doing little things behind his back.

"Even if Mu Zichuan succeeds one day and wins the first prize, it will be his own destiny. I, Yang Ruoqing, would rather spend my whole life digging in the mud and be free."

Yang Ruoqing said with a slight smile. When she said these words, her eyes were shining, as if the low and dilapidated house was instantly glowing.

Seeing Yang Huazhong and Sun looking at each other, they both couldn't believe that these words really came from their daughter's mouth.

Mrs. Sun was still feeling a little regretful about losing such a son-in-law like Mu Zichuan, but Yang Huazhong swept away the previous gloom and teased Yang Ruoqing with a smile, "My dear, tell me, you don't like silly boys."

As a husband, my parents will ask someone to find you later."

When Mrs. Sun heard what Yang Huazhong said, she hurriedly gave Yang Huazhong a look, "You're not serious, why are you telling your daughter this? How old is your daughter? Are you ashamed?"

Yang Huazhong grinned, and the man's kind and doting eyes fell on his daughter.

Yang Ruoqing didn't have the shyness that a girl of this era should have. Instead, she stood there, raising her hand to play with a bunch of her hair, pursed her lips and thought about it seriously.

"The husband I want to find in the future must be someone I like. He must be tall, strong, kind-hearted, and respectful to his elders."

Because Xu was an agent in her previous life, she has always been accustomed to surviving in dangerous situations of blood and fire, so her desire for power has been integrated into her blood and soul.

In fact, there was one more important thing, but she didn't tell Yang Huazhong and Sun.

That is, the man Yang Ruoqing likes can only treat her well and pamper one woman throughout his life, and cannot have three wives or four concubines.

No reason, no excuse, that's all

Although Yang Huazhong and Sun are both steamed buns, their personalities are also optimistic.

Yang Ruoqing thought, maybe this is Baozi's rule of survival. It's okay to treat losses as blessings. Otherwise, you have to torture yourself to death.

The family chatted and laughed a bit, and the previous haze caused by Zhao Xiuyun's arrival also disappeared invisibly.

After working all day, Yang Ruoqing was a little tired and went back to her room to take a nap.

In the house, the old hen was squatting in the grass nest, cooing, looking very proud.

Yang Ruoqing walked over and took a look under the chicken's butt. Sure enough, she pulled out an egg that was still warm.

Hey hey, old hen, work hard, come on and lay eggs

She put the eggs into a small wooden bucket and carefully hid them in a corner of the room. Then she took off her shoes and went to bed.

Before going to bed, she has the habit of sorting out her thoughts and clarifying her recent goals.

This family is currently facing two dilemmas.

1. Poverty. Urgent need to make a fortune.

2. Yang Huazhong’s legs

Yang Ruoqing thought about it carefully and found that compared to poverty, Yang Huazhong's leg injury was the most urgent problem that needed to be solved.

Firstly, Yang Huazhong's leg injury cannot be delayed. The longer it is delayed, the more troublesome it will be. Secondly, if Yang Huazhong's leg is cured as early as possible, the family will have a prime labor force.

In this ancient farming society, the family didn’t even have an ox to plow the fields. If the prime-age labor force declined, it would be difficult for women and children no matter how hard it was.

Yang Ruoqing thought clearly, and her first priority was to treat Yang Huazhong's leg injury.

She had already thought about the treatment plan in her mind after carefully examining Yang Huazhong's injuries.

Her exclusive massage techniques are supplemented by medicinal stones.

However, most of the medicines in the prescription are common, but there are three key medicines among them, which are very uncommon.

In modern times, it has a price but no market. I don’t know if the three herbs can be found in this era, and at what price.

Yang Ruoqing planned to go to the pharmacy in the town to check out the situation if she had free time in the past two days.

When I woke up, the sun was already setting in the west.

Yang Ruoqing put on her shoes, locked the door, and went to Yang Huazhong's house next door.

"Dad, where is my mother?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

In the afternoon, I made an appointment with my mother to dig trenches in the fields outside the village to prepare for planting rapeseed and wheat.

"Your mother saw you sleeping soundly and was reluctant to wake you up, so she went to dig the fields alone." Yang Huazhong said.

"Dad, do you want tea?"

"Don't drink."

"Okay, then you can sleep for a while, and I will go to the fields to help my mother."

"Okay, go ahead and be careful not to stumble on the way."

"Uh-huh"

When Yang Ruoqing was walking on the road leading to the fields with a hoe on her shoulder, everyone she met along the way came over curiously to say hello to her.

"Fat Ya, you're awake now"

"Fat Ya, I heard that you are no longer stupid, and you are quite sharp-tongued."

Yang Ruoqing thought with her toes and knew that Zhao Xiuyun must have told the news that she was not stupid.

Hey, I originally thought that if I had to pretend to be crazy for a while, her boss wouldn't like to deal with these gossiping village women. It seems that I can't pretend to be crazy anymore. I'm depressed.

"Fat girl, you contradicted your future mother-in-law at noon."

Yang Ruoqing stopped and looked at the person who said this: "Who said this?"

"Hey, Widow Zhao said it herself. Everyone saw it. Widow Zhao's nose was so angry that she was so angry."

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips, "Then she asked for it." She picked up the hoe and was about to lift her foot when she thought of something and said to the man, "I won't have a mother-in-law in the future. Zichuan of the Mu family, I kicked him off."

After saying these words, Yang Ruoqing picked up the hoe and walked away without looking back, leaving behind a circle of villagers whose jaws dropped to the ground in shock.

"Hey, did I hear you right? What did Fatty just say? She divorced Mu Zichuan."

"Why don't you stop? We're not married yet, so we don't want Mu Zichuan anymore. We don't like him."

"No way, in this world men don't always like women. If a woman fucks a woman, she can also fuck a man."
Chapter completed!