Judging from his brooding look, he has been reluctant to express his position.

Old Uncle Geng looked a little surprised.

Isn’t Master Zuo the most warm-hearted?

Why did Miss Yang say so much, but the village owner didn’t agree?

Luo Fengtang also had a trace of confusion in his eyes.

The great gift from Qing'er obviously made Master Zuo very happy.

Why is it happening again now?

Compared with the doubts of old Uncle Geng and Luo Fengtang, Yang Ruoqing was very relieved.

The owner of Zuo Village is kind-hearted and willing to help the villagers.

Farm tools and so on are all given away for free.

To put it bluntly, these are just small favors to Master Zuo.

He is not stupid.

With the Zuo family in his hands, the family will be great.

It is enough to show that he is not only a craftsman obsessed with carpentry, but also a successful businessman.

When it comes to the family's great interests, he will definitely have his own considerations.

After all, she wasn't asking him for a stool or chair.

Instead, she begged him to help her fight against Mr. Li.

He was hesitant, hesitant, and had his own weighing, and she could understand it.

"Master Zuo, in addition to this keel waterwheel, I also have some opinions of my own on other furniture items, which may be a reference for the owner."

She threw out the bait again.

Zuo Junmo slowly raised his eyes, his deep gaze falling on Yang Ruoqing.

This little girl is quite shrewd.

Instead of begging, I increased the stakes. Ha, that's interesting.

His slender fingers with well-defined joints gently tapped the drawing paper in his hand.

Looking at her, he smiled and said, "I can help you stop this matter."

"Listen to my advice. If you can't have a deadly feud with Li Wencai, don't do it. He is much more than what you see."

On the way back from Zuo Zhuangzhu's house, Yang Ruoqing felt a little heavy.

Zuo Zhuangzhu's words were not too clear, but she understood them clearly.

Rich Man Li of Lijiazhuang must have a bigger force behind him.

That kind of power makes Zuo Zhuangzhu weigh it.

After returning to the house and closing the door, Luo Fengtang raised his hand and gently pressed her shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, Qing'er. When the soldiers come, they will block the water and cover it up with earth. Let's deal with the matters in the fields first."

"We are not afraid of what will happen in the future. We have other opportunities, believe me," he said solemnly.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and looked at him with a firm look on his face.

My heart was moved.

No matter whether he is the magistrate of Zou County or the owner of Zuo Village.

To put it bluntly, the relationship between these people and her is an exchange of interests.

From beginning to end, the only person in front of her was the one who stayed by her side without hesitation, care, consideration, or weighing.

Sharing joys and sorrows, sharing hardships

"With you here, I won't be afraid of anything that gets in my way," she said in a clear voice.

Luo Fengtang nodded, stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, and held her tightly.

As long as he lives, he will protect her.

Whoever dares to bully her, the King of Heaven, he will also dare to kill

The two of them rubbed their ears and temples together for a while before reluctantly letting go of each other.

"You're tired from drawing today. Let's take a rest early." He warned.

She smiled and nodded.

"Master Zuo invited us to stay here for two more days, and tomorrow we will take out half of the gifts in the carriage and give them to Old Uncle Geng and the others," she said.

Zuo Junmo got the blueprint of the keel waterwheel tonight, and he might have to start building it at night.

He asked her to stay with Tang Yazi for a few more days, probably because he wanted to wait for the keel car to be built and then let her check it.

Luo Fengtang knew exactly what Yang Ruoqing was thinking.

He said, "Well, let's stay for two more days, and I'll get some gifts when I get back."

In Zuo Junmo's house, the lights were on all night.

The sound of saws and axes also rang all night long

The next day, when Yang Ruoqing got up early to help Uncle Geng and his wife cook breakfast, Luo Fengtang had already filled the water tank.

The yard has been swept and the firewood has been chopped.

When the old couple saw Luo Fengtang being so diligent, they were so happy that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.

He kept praising him to Yang Ruoqing.

Zuo Junmo was very efficient in his work. Two days later, he sent someone over to ask Yang Ruoqing to come over.

When we passed there, it happened to be afternoon, and Luo Fengtang accompanied old Uncle Geng to the mountains behind the village to cut firewood.

Yang Ruoqing came from her own past.

In Zuo's yard, she saw an old woman with all white hair feeding chickens.

There was a person dressed as a maid accompanying him. She tried to feed her several times, but the old woman refused to let her go.

"I'm not allowed to do any work, and I have to die of suffocation."

The old woman smiled and said.

The maid had no choice but to follow him with her hands lowered.

The old woman was surprised when she saw the long-term worker leading Yang Ruoqing into her yard.

The maid next to her whispered a few words into the old woman's ear, and the old woman suddenly understood.

His appraising eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing who was walking over.

Yang Ruoqing also saw the old woman feeding the chickens, and her face was kind and kind.

Judging from his age, he is almost the same as Mr. Tan.

Mrs. Tan has just turned gray, but the old woman in front of her has silver hair.

Zuo Zhuangzhu’s mother

Rumor has it that the man who worried so much about the marriage of Master Zuo that his hair turned gray all night long

As soon as this thought came to his mind, the long-term worker leading the way stopped and made an introduction.

"Miss Yang, this is our old lady."

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly stepped forward, met Mrs. Zuo's appraising gaze, and performed the courtesy of a junior towards an elder in a graceful manner.

"Junior Yang Ruoqing, say hello to the old lady."

Mrs. Zuo smiled and nodded, "Good boy, you are the guest invited by my Jun Mo. Come and invite me in the house."

The old lady then asked the maid next to her, "Where is Jun Mo?"

The maid said, "It's in the carpentry room in the backyard."

The old lady quickly said to the long-term worker, "Then take Miss Yang to the carpentry room as soon as possible."

Changgong made a gesture of invitation to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, smiled at Mrs. Zuo again, turned around and followed Chang Gong into the house.

Here, Mrs. Zuo no longer cares about feeding the chickens, and follows Yang Ruoqing's back with her eyes.

"Yangliu has a slim waist, Mopan'er, well, this girl is not bad, she is a prosperous husband, and she is good at giving birth."

Mrs. Zuo murmured.

The maid next to him burst into laughter.

Mrs. Zuo glared at the maid, "Why are you laughing? I'm right. This girl looks good, and Jun Mo looks like a couple."

The maid stopped laughing and looked helpless.

"Old madam, I have heard you say this no less than ten times."

"You have told us all about the girls in Zuojiazhuang one by one." The maid was speechless.

Mrs. Zuo argued, "I'm in a hurry. Jun Mo is already twenty-one, and there's still no news about the marriage."

"Hey, don't you think it's strange? Jun Mo has never recruited girls into his family before. This girl Yang is the first one. Could it be?"

Mrs. Zuo became excited when she thought of this.

As if he had been given blood, he could no longer stand and threw the remaining rice husks to the chickens and ducks.
Chapter completed!