No reward for no merit, the Gu family was too kind to her.
Mu Yunhan was very uneasy and trotted up to help carry the food box: "I'll do it, grandma."
Goddess Gu didn't mention it to her: "The injury is not healed yet, just take care of it!"
A group of three people walked along the small street, attracting countless onlookers.
Many mothers-in-law came around and asked questions enthusiastically: "Master Gu, where are you going? I haven't seen you for several days. Come to my house for dinner."
The little wives and girls were too embarrassed to come over, so they stood watching from a distance with smiles and pointed.
"I saved her because I wanted to keep her as a heir..."
"Young Master Gu is such a good person, he really takes advantage of Mu Yunhan."
"No, it's a good match."
Mu Yunhan understood clearly, but he just pretended that the wind was blowing in his ears.
Apart from getting married and having children, what other ambitions can a group of ignorant people have?
Unexpectedly, they started discussing her body shape and appearance: "Han girl, she looks like a man."
Mu Yunhan's dull expression finally showed a crack.
A hand gently poked her shoulder, and she turned around. Gu Fenglin clasped his hands together and saluted her, with an apologetic face.
Mu Yunhan shook his head and said it had nothing to do with him.
"Oh my god, Mr. Gu is so polite! So gentle and considerate!"
"It's so rare to find a good-looking person who is also so considerate and kind!"
Gu Shenpo scolded everyone with a gloomy face: "Go, go! You garrulous woman with a long tongue will not be afraid of going to hell after you die! If you keep talking nonsense, I will curse people!"
Everyone dispersed in a hurry.
Affected by this, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the three of them walked on in silence.
Passing by the Mu family's old house, it was very noisy inside.
Mu Xuehua's voice was sharp and fierce, and she kept scolding the big house for being evil and trying to steal their family property.
Mu Tieniu and others joined in and spoke very unpleasantly.
The big room couldn't bear it any longer, so they began to yell at each other, everyone had their own reasons, and the quarrel was so loud that the roof almost fell off.
Then an unknown person moved his hand, causing a crackling sound.
She felt relieved knowing that they were not doing well. Mu Yunhan raised the corners of his lips and quickened his pace.
From a distance, I heard Mu An and Mu Ying talking to someone, laughing happily.
Mu Yunhan opened the courtyard door in surprise.
Zhao Huzi was chopping firewood with his bare arms. His muscles were flexed and he was very strong. His round face was full of smiles.
After he chopped the firewood, Mu An and Mu Ying were responsible for carrying it over and stacking it. There was already a pile of firewood stacked under the eaves, and it looked like it would be enough for three or four days of burning.
Hearing the noise, Mu An and Mu Ying ran over: "Sister!"
Zhao Huzi blushed and greeted sheepishly: "Xiaohan, you are back."
Mu Yunhan nodded at him, pointed at the pile of firewood and said, "What's going on?"
Mu An said crisply: "Brother Hu Zi carried it to us. He said we didn't have the strength, so he just chopped it up for us."
Mu Ying held out a handful of red wild fruits as if offering a treasure: "The thorn fruits that Brother Huzi picked for me are so sweet! I kept them for my sister!"
Mu Yunhan stared straight at Zhao Huzi. He didn't usually have much contact with him, but he suddenly came to show his courtesy. What did he want to do?
Zhao Huzi saw that her eyes were wrong and said in embarrassment: "Well, I accidentally beat a little more firewood when I was collecting it. It's inconvenient for you just to move here, so I'll give it to you by the way."
Mu Yunhan was not that easy to fool. Zhao Li was one of the landlords in the town. His family hired long-term workers. Zhao Huzi only went to the fields to supervise the long-term workers. How could he get his turn to collect firewood?
Now that the matter has come to this, I can't throw the firewood out. It would be too offending, so I said, "Thank you, Brother Huzi." (To be continued)