Xuan Jin held the little chicken in his mouth and jumped up to the wall, looking down at the family.
"Woof woof woof!" The little black dog felt the provocation and full of malice, became furious, jumped to the wall, jumped up hard, and took a mouthful of mud.
Mu Yunhan couldn't see it and stopped the poor guy: "Come on, you are not its opponent yet, you must be strong enough."
Then he looked at the proud Xuan Jin: "Just wait, I must tell the young master and let him beat you."
Xuan Jin twisted his body and quickly disappeared between the wall and the roof.
"Why is this cat like this!" Mu An felt very sorry for Chicken Little.
Although chickens can be eaten when they are raised, it is a pity that they were spoiled by cats before they were raised.
Mu Yunhan sighed: "Just treat this chicken as a grown chicken and feed it to it."
Xuan Jin was deeply loved by Gu Fenglin, but she couldn't do anything like chasing him just to save Gu Fenglin's face.
What's more, there were several times when she fell into deep nightmares, and it was Xuan Jin who woke her up.
The newly planted land must first be cleaned of stones and grass roots, and then plowed and dried for a few days to kill insects, grass roots, etc. in order to fertilize the land.
Mu Yunhan assigned tasks to his two younger siblings: "When you have free time, go pick up cow dung and sheep dung, and get some hay. We will burn the ash to fertilize the land."
Farming is the last thing you should do in a hurry, and the chickens' droppings are all left behind. The little things add up, and the ground gradually becomes fatter.
Mrs. Mu Er said: "The land here is not very big, just grow some green onions, garlic and side dishes. If we are more careful, it will be enough for us ladies to eat."
Mu Yunhan smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I have my own ideas."
Even though the land is small, there are quite a lot of things that can be grown. She has experience in this field.
Mu Yunhan took a stack of straw paper and used the burned charcoal strips to draw on it.
Mrs. Mu Er asked strangely: "What are you talking about?"
It looked like a row of shelves, with some round utensils arranged neatly on top, and I didn't know what they were.
Mu Yunhan said: "It's nothing, it's just that the vegetable plot is too small. I'll try to find a way to grow more things."
After finishing the drawing, another burst of miserable crying came from Zhao Lizheng's house.
Madam Mu Er looked solemn: "Is it possible that Zhao Huzi is in trouble?"
Mu Yunhan walked outside the courtyard gate and stood quietly.
"Kill you quack!"
An old man with a gray beard ran out of Zhao Lizheng's house. Jasmine yelled loudly and pointed at him with the broom in her hand.
When he saw Mu Yunhan, he said "poof" with a sullen face, put his hands on his hips and cursed: "The loser, the broom star, whoever gets involved will be unlucky, ungrateful and shameless..."
The doctors who were invited all said that her second brother was dying and asked her to prepare for the funeral. They also said that if she had any unfulfilled wishes, they would do their best to fulfill them.
So her mother thought of Mu Yunhan, and thought maybe it would be nice to have a wedding or something. Even if it didn't work out, even if he was gone, her second brother wouldn't be able to find a wife.
In addition, Mu Yunhan has good embroidery skills, so she can use it in her own embroidery workshop when she brings it home, and she doesn't need them to support her, which is quite cost-effective.
I thought it was a sure thing, but I didn’t expect that Mu Yunhan, a heartless and ungrateful Boluhu, would refuse!
Their family is willing to spend so much money, and they don’t mind that Mu Yunhan’s engagement was annulled, but they still refuse! It’s really unforgivable!
"If there's anything wrong with my second brother, it was you who killed him!" Jasmine screamed, getting more and more excited as she spoke, digging her fingers into Mu Yunhan's face.
Mu Yunhan looked at Jasmine coldly, his eyes gradually turning red. (To be continued)