Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Compared to you fighting soldiers, I'm just a little smart." ”

Luo Fengtang showed a ashamed smile: "No matter what, in my eyes, my family Qing'er is the smartest!" ”

"Hee-hee, this fart is slapped, it's slapped on the horse's buttocks!"

She laughed.

"Yes, I'm going back to the house to rest, you can go back to the house and sleep!"

"Hmm!"

……

The next day, they released the news.

Suddenly, the whole village was suspicious of each other's thieving children.

The crops are flooded, the poultry and livestock are dead, and the big guys are really idle at this time.

Every day, he stayed on the deserted island near the Land Temple, and those who had rice and food would get some food for themselves.

If there is no rice and no food, just wait for Yang Huazhong's family to come over to make porridge.

There are many topics to talk about sitting together, such as stealing children, and the matter of the imperial court sending officials down to control the earthquake and water.

The conversation was full of joy, and it seemed that the sadness of the destruction of the homeland had been diluted a lot......

Yang Ruoqing also followed the Sun family and the others to make porridge together.

On the periphery of the crowd, she saw a small, lonely tent.

Outside other people's tents, there were a bunch of women and children gathered together to talk.

Only the small tent was deserted.

"Mother, whose tent is that?" She asked.

Sun glanced over there: "It's from the old Mu family." ”

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, isn't it Mu Zichuan's mother, Widow Liu, who lives in it?

No wonder the side is deserted, and even there are people who talk to each other!

This is the peak of the porridge, and all the big guys have gathered.

Greeted the Sun family and the eldest Sun family, said a few words of thanks, and then went back with the bowl and ate happily.

In Widow Liu's tent, there was no movement.

"Yesterday, I came to make porridge at the end of the day, and Zichuan Niang didn't come out to pick up the porridge."

"I wanted to go over and see what was going on, and as soon as I got outside the tent, I heard her shouting 'Sensei come in!' I had to go back again. Sun said in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Widow Liu has a withdrawn personality, she never dealt with people in the village in the past, and her neighbors did not visit the house.

The blue sky and the white sun, the courtyard gate, and the hall door are all closed.

Especially when Mu Zichuan left Qingshui Town and went to the capital for more than half a year, Widow Liu became more and more autistic.

"I'll go take a look."

Yang Ruoqing said, took two white-flour steamed buns in the bowl, and walked towards Widow Liu's small tent.

As had happened to Sun, she had just walked outside the tent when she heard Widow Liu's voice coming from inside: "Come in!" ”

The voice was as cold as ever, rejecting people from thousands of miles away.

But there was a hint of hoarseness and weakness.

Yang Ruoqing paused, then opened the curtain of the tent and got in.

"Get out ......"

Widow Liu in the tent was startled and turned her head to look at the tent door.

Seeing that it was Yang Ruoqing, Widow Liu's brows were tightly furrowed.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

Yang Ruoqing didn't answer Widow Liu's question, and her eyes swept over the small tent.

There was no extra space in it except for a place on the floor for one person to sleep.

And the things that Widow Liu brought out are also very interesting.

It's not like other people's families, who have to go back and get half a bag of rice or clothes from the water.

Widow Liu's entire belongings are a bamboo basket.

That bamboo basket, Yang Ruoqing has an impression.

Inside the bamboo basket, there is a blue one.

It was filled with bulging books.

This is Mu Zichuan's thing, in the past, he traveled back and forth between Changping Village and Qingshui Town, just carrying this bamboo basket on his back.

And, the strap was torn off by the crazy host......

"You go out, I'm going to rest!"

Widow Liu's voice came into Yang Ruoqing's ears again, pulling her thoughts back.

When her eyes returned to Widow Liu's body, Yang Ruoqing was not only not annoyed by Widow Liu's unfriendly attitude.

On the contrary, she looked at Widow Liu's eyes with a little more respect.

Not to mention other aspects of the woman, in terms of motherhood, Widow Liu is indeed a very amazing mother.

When the flood comes, you can do nothing.

My son's books, the articles he used to write on the desk late at night......

She kept them all in good place, kept them safe......

This mother's love is deep and broad.

Mother's love deserves to be respected!

"How many times have I not eaten, and my eye sockets have sunken, so I can sleep?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Then he squatted down next to Widow Liu and handed over the bowl containing two white-flour steamed buns from behind.

"Eat the two steamed buns and go to sleep!" She said.

Widow Liu was stunned.

glanced at Yang Ruoqing, and then at the two white-flour steamed buns in her bowl.

The woman's pale face revealed something complicated.

"Why?" She asked.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

"What?" She didn't quite understand what Widow Liu's inexplicable 'why' was.

Widow Liu frowned and said in a low voice: "You know that I don't want to see you, why do you still send me steamed buns?" ”

Yang Ruoqing tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"I'm not in a hurry to send a hot face to you to stick a cold ass, but for everyone's sake, if you starve to death, it's not good for everyone!"

"You ......" Widow Liu was so angry that her face turned red.

"I'm just starving to death, and I won't eat your old Yang's things!" Widow Liu arrived.

"Don't talk about those useless ones, eat them quickly!" Yang Ruoqing handed the steamed bun to Widow Liu.

"If you're hungry or sick, you'll have to ask someone else to serve you."

"The feces and urine are pulled in the crotch of the pants, the pus and phlegm are stuck in the throat, and when the time comes, it will be tossed and tossed around, it is worse than a beast, are you willing?"

She deliberately used words to provoke Widow Liu.

When Widow Liu heard this, she was really shaken.

She snatched the steamed bun from Yang Ruoqing's hand and ate it in a big gulp.

While eating, he glared at Yang Ruoqing a few times.

She doesn't want to be swayed, she has to be able to run and jump, and she has to wait for Zichuan to come back!

Seeing Widow Liu eat the two steamed buns in one go, Yang Ruoqing secretly hooked her lips.

Mu Zichuan is competitive and hypocritical in his bones, just like this woman, right?

Yang Ruoqing glanced at it, picked up the empty bowl and walked out of the tent.

Widow Liu was still gulping the steamed buns into her mouth, looking at the falling tent curtains, and the woman's chewing movements slowed down.

Suddenly, she realized that the scaring words just now seemed like a routine.

And I really fell for this girl's routine and ate steamed buns.

Liu stared at the tent curtain with a complicated expression, and felt more and more that he couldn't understand Yang Ruoqing.

But one thing is for sure, this girl doesn't seem to be as bad as she imagined......