My imagination has come true

Chapter 210 Lively
Mu Qingyun smiled and agreed.

Elder Xu still had a lot to say to Mu Qingyun, but before he could say a few words, he was dragged onto the stage by Tang Jingping, and honestly went to present awards to the young warriors.

The champion, Mu Qingyun, was ignored by the big guys as a matter of course.

This time Yaowu City's rewards are actually quite good.

Mr. Xu even put his family's "Splitting Knife" and "Five Poisonous Hands" in the rewards.

But looking at it now, with the daughter-in-law Zhuyu in front of him, these two sets of basic exercise cheats are not enough to read, and Xu Lao is actually quite happy about it.

I was so happy that I increased the monetary rewards to the silver and bronze medals, the same as the champions, all of which were 800 taels of silver, and each was given a sword handle.

The whole venue was noisy and lively.

A group of young warriors who had become famous in the arena cheered excitedly for a while, and stood in awe for a while, with vigor written all over their faces.

Mu Qingyun only played with Tang Jingping and Yun Duo'er.

"Hey, why do I feel that I seem to be rejected."

Tang Jingping: "..."

The two were walking out while talking, and Yun Duo'er also invited a few friends to go to Mu Qingyun's yard to celebrate again.

Directly opposite, I suddenly saw a few young people walking towards us, following Sun Rongjun, No.2 in this competition and the second highest scorer.

As soon as the two sides bumped into each other, Sun Rongjun's eyes became slightly hot, and everyone stopped talking immediately, greeted Li without saying a word, and quickly quickened their pace, as if there was a big tiger chasing after him.

Tang Jingping: "..."

Mu Qingyun pretended not to see it.

A group of people slowly returned to the courtyard where Mu Qingyun lived. This morning, there were messy debris piled up on the ground in the courtyard, including two broken guns thrown by Yun Duo'er, and Situ Qingshuang's leftovers after eating the barbecue cakes. Wooden forks on the table.

There are also many other miscellaneous sundries.

Mu Qingyun used to be a hardworking person, but now he has been raised to the point where he can't work hard. Fortunately, he hasn't reached the point where he can't distinguish between the six valleys.

At this time, the courtyard was clean.

The wildflowers have been watered, and there are still crystal clear dewdrops on the petals.

The left and right trees are covered with colored silk.

The entire courtyard is full of long tables and benches, and a large pot of beef is stewed on the stove that has been built long ago.

Tang Jingping couldn't help laughing: "It's so lively, I said how Lao Huang and the others drive the good cattle into the ditch, so that's how it is."

Huang Siping smiled brightly: "Master Tang, don't talk nonsense. It's clear that I, old Huang, was blind and accidentally drove the cow into the ditch. It hurt my legs and feet. I can't cultivate the land in the future. Now I can be a heroine of your son-in-law." Chinese food on the plate is the blessing of this cow."

The whole group laughed.

They all promised to eat a few more bites of meat, otherwise they would be sorry for the crippled cow.

As early as more than ten years ago, there was no shortage of cattle in the Ming Dynasty. There were even many beef sellers in the market, and wealthy families could eat it every now and then.

Slaughtering cattle has long been considered a crime.

But the habit passed down for hundreds of years is deeply ingrained. If there is nothing wrong with the cow, even the men who kill the cow don't seem to dare to do it.

Melons, fruits and vegetables are also placed on the table.

All kinds of drinks are placed in the most convenient place to pick them up, and they are arranged according to Yun Duo'er's habits.

While laughing, Mu Qingyun sat down without even having to adjust the angle of the cushion behind her. She reached out to pick up her favorite pear wine, and poured a glass for Yun Duo'er along the way.

"I think Mr. Huang looks like he has read a lot of books. Why did he come to the gymnasium to do things?"

Huang Siping was working hard, directing a few small cooks to help slice out the meat, skewered it and grilled it, while smiling softly and kindly, "The Yue Nv Xia has a good reputation, but she has only studied for a few years, haha, I am a lonely old man, and being able to earn a living in the gymnasium is the greatest blessing in my life."

Tang Jingping laughed immediately: "Old Huang is the pinnacle of my gymnasium, no one can do without you."

He said that the gymnasium belonged to him, which is not wrong. He built the gymnasium with his own pocket money back then, and it was just donated to the imperial court.

The entire construction of Yaowu City was paid for by the Tang family, the Xu family and other families. The imperial court has won a city for nothing, and because of these, the government always seems a bit weak in Yaowu City.

Of course, it is also because there are far more martial arts people in the city than ordinary people, so the government must rely on martial arts to rule the martial arts.

Tang Jingping's spirit is obviously much more relaxed than before, unlike the previous few days, his mind was moving every minute and every second.

The same is true for Yun Duo'er.

For the past two days, Mu Qingyun slept in her room, and she couldn't hear the sound of Yun Duo'er turning over. Her gun was always tucked in her sleeve, and she even slept with one eye open.

Situ Qingshuang is such a noble son who pays so much attention to the quality of life, he sleeps in the shabby room next to her that is leaking everywhere.

All day yesterday, Huang Siping led a group of people to repair his house lightly.

Mu Qingyun was fishing, she didn't say it clearly, but everyone knew it.

So everyone is very nervous these days.

Today's grand competition in Yaowu City is finally over, and Mu Qingyun will leave tomorrow.

And tonight there are a lot of masters.

Presumably that liar can't do anything more.

Mu Qingyun chuckled lightly, but he was not depressed.

At this time, the prestige came, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine. Mu Qingyun drank a glass of fruit wine with the wine cup, his head was a little dizzy, but a little warmth suddenly emerged in his heart.

In this world, there is no one who can have such a tacit understanding with her.

Mu Qingyun had no friends since she was a child.

It seems to have happened when I was very young.

All the children in the village are running around in the village, and she is the same. There are a few people who play shuttlecock, throw sandbags, and dance rubber bands together, so they can talk.

Later, my mother remarried and worked everywhere. She didn't know when it would start, and she seemed to be a person.

When she was sent to her father's house by her mother, let alone a friend, she even felt a little scary like being an enemy to everyone in the world.

"Miss Qingqing."

Yun Duo'er's little furry head leaned over and rubbed on her shoulder, rubbing and rubbing, while reaching out to put the barbecue into her mouth, "Eat, drink, let's fight."

Situ Qingshuang exhaled, stretched out his hand to catch the cloud, flicked it lightly, and flung it to the empty field in the middle, followed by the long sword to chase it out.

The two shot and slashed faster and faster, fighting all over the yard. Everyone started to frantically save their own tables, plates, and chopsticks, and was caught in it all at once.

Mu Qingyun took out his notebook casually and began to write and draw.

Huang Lao hurriedly came over, guarding behind her with special eyesight, nervous, trying to block the messy things flying left and right.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help raising his eyebrows looking at his battered look.

It's rare for a big housekeeper like Huang Siping to look so clumsy.

(End of this chapter)