The crowd discussed it for a while, but couldn't come up with anything, so they dispersed and went about their business.

After the crowd dispersed, a handsome young man in straight green clothes walked out from behind a pile of firewood.

The young man's fair and slender fingers tightly grasped the firewood beside him, while the other hand hanging by his side clenched his fist.

Her beautiful eyebrows were knitted together, and her dark and bright eyes were staring at the back of the girl who was walking away with the hoe. Her eyes were full of anger, humiliation, and more importantly, confusion.

Yang Ruoqing walked a long way and suddenly felt something was wrong.

I turned my head and glanced behind me, but there was nothing there. Just two black dogs hugging each other and playing and quarreling on the roadside. The dog bit the dog, and there was hair in the mouth.

She blinked her eyes. Could it be my misunderstanding that she clearly felt a resentful gaze following her?

Forget it, no matter who it is, if you like to hide in a dark corner and keep an eye on him, you won't lose a piece of flesh if you stare a few times. If you dare to pounce out, make him look good.

After the back of the girl in front of her had gone far away and was out of sight, Muzichuan walked out from behind the pile of firewood, with his hands hanging down and his mind racing, letting his legs lead him back.

"You brat, you disappeared in the blink of an eye. What are you doing standing here?"

Widow Zhao came looking for him from home, and when she walked halfway, she saw her son looking lost and lost.

"Zichuan, why doesn't your face look right?" Widow Zhao panicked and hurriedly came forward, raising her hand and putting it on Mu Zichuan's forehead.

The tentacles were cold, and Widow Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, "Zichuan, why aren't you in the house warming up your books? Why did you come outside to get some fresh air?"

Widow Zhao asked carefully, grabbed her son's hand and walked towards the door of her house.

Mu Zichuan suddenly broke away from Widow Zhao's hand and stood still.

"What are you doing?" Widow Zhao asked, feeling more and more that something was wrong with her son.

"Mom, I'm going to see Fat Ya. I have something to ask her face to face." Mu Zichuan frowned with a stubborn look on his face.

Widow Zhao thought she heard wrongly and her eyes widened, "Who did you say you were going to find?"

"Fat girl," Mu Zichuan said in a deep voice, "I want to ask her personally, what is it about Mu Zichuan that I am not worthy of her?"

The young man's delicate and handsome face was flushed red, and his thin body was trembling slightly with anger.

Pride, conceit, and aloofness are all he has.

He never played with the children in the village, because he knew what he wanted to do since he was a child. He worked hard to become stronger, and became famous and honored his ancestors.

Fat Ya, his fiancée, was a burden and a shame on his way forward. He had been thinking about how to get rid of this burden.

Today, his mother went to visit the Yang family. He actually knew his mother's true purpose.

He didn't stop him, and he even hoped in his heart that his mother could successfully cancel the marriage. From then on, he no longer had any restraints, but he could fly higher and farther.

Yes, his goal was achieved, his marriage to Fat Ya was annulled, but this process made him unable to accept it.

Unexpectedly, that fat, stupid, ugly girl dared to kick him in front of the elders of both parties.

How dare she admit so calmly in front of the villagers that she no longer cares about him?

It's such a disgrace. It's such a disgrace that a man is being kicked by a woman. Only if he doesn't like her and kicks her, is this in line with the rules?

Widow Zhao naturally knew what her son was thinking, and she snorted. The anger in Widow Zhao's eyes surged up again, and she scolded her son, "You are not allowed to go."

"Mom, just let me go. If I don't ask for it myself, I won't be able to choke on this tone." Mu Zichuan's face was a little twisted and ferocious. He turned around and was about to run away, but Widow Zhao stopped him and hugged her.

"Zichuan, listen to your mother and don't be stupid." Widow Zhao said loudly and anxiously, "If you go and ask her at this time, she will think that you care about her and care about her, and your tail will be raised to the sky. What the hell are you doing?"

Why should you abuse yourself and put your hot face on your cold butt?"

The anger swelling in Mu Zichuan's chest suddenly seemed to be poured down by a ladle of cold water, and his whole body calmed down.

Mom, it makes sense

"Zichuan, mother knows that you are not happy, so mother is full of anger." Seeing that her son was no longer impulsive, Widow Zhao also let go of her hand, and softened her voice before admonishing, "At this juncture, let's not continue.

Go mess with Fat Ya's family and give them a reason to talk. Let's live our own lives. As long as you study hard and get a good name, you won't envy them to death when the time comes."

Muzichuan savored his mother's words carefully and felt more and more reasonable.

A little impatience will mess up a big plan. Work hard and study hard. When the time comes, you will return home in fine clothes, get a beautiful wife like a flower, and honor your ancestors.

She is fat, but she is still a rural woman digging in the soil. She is married to an equally rude farmer and works hard to make a living all day long.

Hahaha, when the time comes, let’s see how proud we are

Fat Ya, you will definitely regret your choice today for the rest of your life.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know that because of her words and deeds, it would become a powerful weapon to spur Mu Zichuan to study diligently.

She felt extremely comfortable at the moment, carrying a hoe and walking on the soft field path towards her two paddy fields.

In the countryside in late autumn, the rice harvest has just been completed, and the new crops have not yet grown. Looking at the fields, except for the crooked cotton poles and the sparse remaining cotton in the cotton fields, there are other places.

Somewhat deserted.

Yang Ruoqing came to her paddy field and saw Mrs. Sun waving a hoe there. Aunt Guihua and Aunt Dayun also came to help. The three women chatted while working.

Guihua and Dayun must have also heard what happened at noon, and were discussing it with Mrs. Sun. Most of their words were dissatisfaction and condemnation of Widow Zhao.

Yang Ruoqing called them several times from a distance and walked towards them. The three women quickly stopped talking and looked at Yang Ruoqing who was walking over with a smile.

"Qing'er, good job. Aunt Dayun and I support you. My daughter has a bright future." When Yang Ruoqing came closer, Guihua gave Yang Ruoqing a thumbs up and praised.

On the side, Dayun also smiled and nodded repeatedly, "The three girls in my family are more soft-tempered than the other. Da Niu and I are just worried that they will suffer a loss when they get married in the future. It seems that we will have to let them spend more time with Qing'er later.
Chapter completed!