Farming in space: the struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 42 042 The Good Wife and Mother Yang Erlang

"I just hope that Yang Erlang and I can live comfortably in the ruined temple in the future, and no one will make trouble."

"that's it?"

Boss Zhao seemed a little disbelieving, he looked at Mu Yu and said,
"Now you can live quite comfortably without me intervening."

He doesn't believe that someone pays real benefits, but only asks for a benefit that is dispensable and not necessarily needed. This is not in line with low-level people like them who use everything to the blade, and must see every stitch and thread immediately. The psychology of the effect.

Mu Yu smiled and said,
"If you don't use it now, you may not need it in the future."

Boss Zhao stared at her for a while, and finally turned around,
"You girl, you looked timid and timid in the morning, but you are actually very shrewd in your bones, and you are the kind of person who will never let yourself suffer.

I don't want to deal with people like you, but there are always exceptions on special occasions.

I promised, if anyone in the ruined temple wants to trouble you, I will be the first to let him go. "

Having received the promise from Boss Zhao, Mu Yu felt that another stone had been lifted from his heart, and he felt much more relaxed.

With this promise, it can help her avoid many troubles in the future.

Of the [-] weeds that were given out this time, [-] have been picked up to now, and the remaining [-] are not enough.

After such a difficult trip, Boss Zhao doesn’t want to pick some to eat tomorrow?

Boss Zhao's subordinates who were left behind are also exhausted, so don't they have to help pick them back?
In the mustard space, the weeds can grow back in three to five days, but outside, this time takes ten days and a half months, and including the impact of the drought, it is estimated that it will take more than half a month.

People who can't eat enough to eat will honestly wait so long?
The weeds didn't grow, and the grass roots are edible...

Have there been few such things as killing chickens to extract eggs and exhausting water to fish in ancient times?

It would not be long before the weeds nearby would disappear, and because of Yuan and Boss Zhao's intervention in the river depression, it might be able to exist for a while longer.

By that time, the other people in the ruined temple had no relationship with weeds, and someone would definitely try to force her to come out with another piece of weeds.

Although there are not many such people, it is not without them.

It would be nothing to be afraid of if they were the only ones, but they would incite others to do the same, and there would be many people who would be incited, because apart from harming her interests, it would be beneficial to everyone else.

And this will inevitably affect her process of contacting and transforming her own people in the ruined temple, and it will also affect her process of exchanging weeds for materials.

The worst case scenario is that Boss Zhao is also bewitched by them, so she has to do what they say, or she can only leave the ruined temple and live in a place where these people can't find her.

Therefore, in order to avoid this situation, she gave Boss Zhao an extra piece of wild grass, so that Boss Zhao would not be easily bewitched. Without Boss Zhao and his men joining in, it would be difficult for others to cause any trouble.

Besides, Boss Zhao will help her deal with these people, and she may be able to solve them without doing anything herself.

In this way, she can be less scruples about doing things in the ruined temple, and she can do it freely.

……

When Tian Muyu returned to the ruined temple with a group of people, it was already dark.

Mu Yu was so tired after walking for a day, he just felt that he had just laid down, and when he opened his eyes, he found that it was already daylight.

Yang Erlang was sitting in front of the firewood room with a handful of hay in his hand and kept moving, as if he was weaving something. Hearing the sound of her getting up, he glanced at her and said,

"Wotou is hot in the clay pot, and the weeds brought back yesterday are still there. You can eat some."

Mu Yu stretched a lot, and suddenly felt sore all over, which was the aftereffect of being too tired yesterday.

She opened the clay pot, took out the still steaming steamed bun and took a bite. The softness and temperature were just right, and it was much more delicious than when it was dry.

She took the cornbread and sat beside Yang Erlang, and found that Yang Erlang was weaving a mat out of dry grass, and he had already woven a large piece.

The rough, messy, and dusty withered grass turned into a smooth, orderly, and reflective straw mat after passing through his deft fingers, which looked like magic.

Mu Yu stared blankly and forgot to eat.

After a while, she came back to her senses, took a bite of the cornbread that was still soft, looked at Yang Erlang's serious side face, and whispered vaguely,

"Actually, looking at it this way, you have the temperament of a good wife and mother."

Mu Yu felt that her voice was very low, but Yang Erlang's reaction told her that it was probably not low.

As soon as these words came out, the jumping dead grass in Yang Erlang's hand drooped down, and Yang Erlang slowly turned his head to look at her, with complex expressions on his face and eyes.

Mu Yu shrank his shoulders back, how can this sentence be so lethal?
"I was wrong, I was just joking..."

Yang Erlang stared at her for a moment, and then slowly turned back to continue weaving the straw mat. This time, the movement of the withered grass was much slower, and the dance was not as cheerful as before.

Mu Yu realized later that something was wrong, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't tell what went wrong.

Could it be the self-esteem of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys?

She shook her head, biting the cornbread mechanically. By the time she finished eating the nestou, Yang Erlang had already finished weaving half of the straw mat.

"The compilation is really good and fast!"

she praised.

Yang Erlang kept moving his hands, and said lightly,
"My mother taught me."

Mu Yu: ... Is this another wrong word?

But Yang Erlang's expression was calm, and he didn't look very sad. He should have accepted the fact.

"……very nice."

Yang Erlang didn't speak, and continued to weave straw mats.

Mu Yu just kept staring at his fast flipping up and down fingers and the dullness of jumping, until his eyes became sour.

As soon as she blinked, she heard Yang Erlang let out a "hiss", and the jumping dry grass also stopped.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Did it get cut?"

When Mu Yu was a child, he pulled out weeds and got cut by the thin and sharp blades of grass. At that time, he felt the pain so bad that the sky was about to collapse.

Even now, when she thinks about it, she still feels pain in her fingers.

She knew it was a psychological effect, but Yang Erlang might be in real pain, and she saw Yang Erlang's frown.

She grabbed Yang Erlang's hand and pulled it to her eyes for a closer look.

This hand is quite rough, black and thick, with thick joints. Just looking at the hand, it looks like a man in his 50s and [-]s, not a young man of fifteen or sixteen.

She looked at the hand carefully, trying to find where it was injured, but she couldn't find it until her eyes became sore.

The hand moved and was pulled away from her.

The rough touch brought her back to her senses, and she went to look at Yang Erlang, but Yang Erlang turned his face away from her, and only said,

"It's just a stroke, it's okay."

(End of this chapter)