Mugui

Chapter 13 Little brother, can you engrave characters?
Yang Mu is funny, this Aunt Wang is usually a hot tempered person, and she only clings to others when she is in front of Uncle Zhou.

Yang Xiaohua saw that Yang Shitou was not moving, and the adults didn't give her a piece of meat, so she was anxious and wanted to grab it herself.

Mrs. Bao had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and threw a bone, which just hit Yang Xiaohua's hand.

The little fat pier started crying again.

I don't want the bowl anymore, I throw it aside, and sit on the ground and howl.

It seemed that this group of people should give her something to eat, and if they didn't, they would be bullying her.

Zhou Dazhuang saw the child crying, and was about to stand up to coax him, when he saw Yang Mu at the door.

Zhou Dazhuang sat down naturally again. For some reason, he was a little afraid of this little girl.

Yang Mu walked over slowly, Yang Shitou saw his sister coming, hurried over, hugged his sister's leg, looked at Yang Xiaohua, complained silently.

At this moment, Yang Shitou felt that this sister who used to bully him every day was not too scary.

In front of her sister, all of Yang Xiaohua's ability to bully disappeared, only crying.

My mother said that crying is the most useless means.

He felt that what his mother said was right, he also tried to cry, but he could only get insults and more vicious beatings.

Yang Mu endured Yang Xiaohua's crying, and sliced ​​another bowl of meat for everyone, even filling up the empty Mu Dalang bowl in the room, before he came over and asked Yang Xiaohua, "Want to eat?"

Yang Xiaohua stopped crying a long time ago, watching the mutton bowl after bowl, but it didn't go into her own bowl, so she stomped her feet anxiously.

Xiao Pangdun now listened to Yang Mu's question, and nodded his head in a hurry.

Aunt Wang looked at Yang Mu disapprovingly, and said, "This family is dirty, you are still soft-hearted!"

Zhou Dazhuang faintly felt that Sister Mu was not soft-hearted.

Yang Mu stroked the fake beard he had drawn, and said with a very kind expression: "Oh, Aunt Wang, I am good at everything, but this soft-hearted problem, I can't get rid of it."

Mu Dalang snorted coldly in the room, the voice was too low to hear outside.

Aunt Wang wanted to persuade, but Yang Mu waved his hand, as if "I have made up my mind".

"If you want to eat meat, you have to trade it for something." She blinked and tried to tempt Yang Xiaohua.

Aunt Wang was taken aback, oh, such a routine, it's okay.

Yang Xiaohua stared at the mutton obsessively, swallowed, and asked, "What can I exchange for it?"

Yang Mu was like a little match for selling girls, showing a hungry wolf smile, "It's a good deal to exchange the thick quilt for the bed?"

Aunt Wang chewed the mutton, nodded and said: "In the county town, a bowl of mutton costs [-] Wen, and a quilt only costs [-] Wen. It must be a good deal!"

Lai's eyes lit up, who was eavesdropping at the middle door, and he quickly turned around. After a while, he came to the backyard with a quilt in his hand.

"This is the biggest quilt in our third room!" Afraid that Yang Mu would not believe it, Lai added, "I made it!"

Yang Mu looked at Lai Shi's figure, which stood taller than three, and then at the thick quilt, expressing his satisfaction.

She brought Yang Xiaohua's bowl, sliced ​​a bowl full of meat and gave it to Yang Xiaohua.

Yang Xiaohua's eyes were about to pop out, she stretched out her hand to eat, but Lai grabbed the bowl and dragged Yang Xiaohua away.

Regardless of the laughter behind her, she only hated herself for not finding a bigger bowl.

This night, everyone ate very late, and they dispersed when the moon was on the branches.

Yang Mu disassembled the sheep skeleton and boiled it slowly in a large pot. The broth will be ready tomorrow morning.

The quilt Lai brought was big and thick, and Yang Mu was going to change it for the sick Mu Dalang.

Unexpectedly, Mu Dalang's complexion changed, and he firmly pressed his original quilt and refused to change it. He even frowned and asked her, "Which woman covered it before, you also cover it for me?"

Yang Mu had no choice but to cover himself with a thick quilt, and put his own quilt on top of Mu Dalang's quilt.

Someone stretched his brows in satisfaction.

Yang Mu fell asleep, muttering in his heart, who is so used to it!

In the middle of the night, Ding and Yang Caixia were about to steal soup, but Mu Dalang threw a broken bowl, which frightened the big black dog.

When the dog barked, it scared away Ding's mother and daughter.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Zhao came to look for Yang Mu.

The eldest room had already eaten, and the leftover mutton soup was sent to Mrs. Bao's and Aunt Wang's homes, leaving no drop for Mrs. Zhao.

Originally, Mrs. Zhao thought that she had already shown her love to Yang Mu, and said that today, if the big family had a good face, they would have to leave a stutter for themselves.

I didn't expect that she could only smell the taste, but didn't eat a drop!
Mrs. Zhao suppressed the anger in her heart, thinking about the money she was about to get, and thinking about buying mutton to eat tonight.

She became more balanced in her heart, and the smile on her face became somewhat sincere, "Miss Mu, it's better to ask for a stone and measure the size face to face, it will be accurate!"

Yang Mu held a sickle in his hand, waved his hand, and urged, "Let's go! I remember his size."

Zhao's eyebrows twitched, and he said: "What are you doing with the sickle?"

Yang Mu took it for granted, "Self-defense."

Mrs. Zhao forced a smile and said, "What are you doing for self-defense? Can I sell you?"

Yang Mu looked at her and sneered in his heart, don't you just want to sell me?

She said indifferently: "Then I won't go, it's just two sets of clothes, whether they are the same or not."

Zhao pretended to be angry and said: "This child, what nonsense are you talking about! Is there any girl who doesn't like beautiful ones? Listen to grandma, put down the sickle, and let's tailor clothes."

Yang Mu simply sat down, with an attitude of "If you don't let me take the sickle, I won't go".

Seeing that it was getting late, Mrs. Zhao had no choice but to sigh and compromise.

Yang Mu followed the Zhao family, and slowly left the Yang family.

When eating mutton last night, everyone agreed that Yang Mu will go out today, and the big guys will divide the work to help.

Zhou Dazhuang looked at Yang Shitou to prevent the Yang family from doing evil.

He is born with great strength, although he is not as good as Yang Mu, but he is still hard to meet.

Even for Yang Xi, the Lianjiazi, it is not easy to get cheap from Zhou Dazhuang.

Others are also busy in their own way.

After Yang Mu left, Mu Dalang was in a daze again.

Yang Shitou came in sweaty, kicked off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed clumsily.

Mu Dalang watched Xiao Douding crawl under his feet, tossing and turning in the folded quilt.

He asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Yang Shitou scratched his head, and said in a milky voice, "(find) Fu (gourd) early!"

Mu Dalang didn't understand, so he could only look for him.

After a while, he took out a small gourd hanging rope from under the quilt and said happily, "I (found) it early!"

Xiao Douding held on to the rope and gestured for a long while without getting his little head in.

Mu Dalang stretched out his hand amusedly, and said, "I'll help you."

Yang Shitou hummed, feeling at ease with the man who slept next to him every day. He stretched his legs, moved his buttocks over, handed the rope to Mu Dalang, then stretched his head, waiting to put on the rope.

Xiao Douding was too short, and Mu Dalang could reach him while lying down. After hanging him with a rope, he shrank his eyes when he saw the gourd.

"Who gave you the gourd?"

This gourd looks familiar.

Xiao Shitou tilted his head and said proudly, "Sister!"

Mu Dalang picked up the little gourd and looked it over carefully, and he sighed slightly when he was sure there were no words.

It will not be such a coincidence.

Little Shitou played with his little gourd and said, "Sister also has it, her lucky (gourd) has words!"

Mu Dalang: "?!"

Mu Dalang's deep eyes flickered, and he asked: "What word?"

Little Shitou shook his head, thought carefully, and said firmly, "Name!"

Mu Dalang pondered, is it the word "name" or her name?
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his mind.

A memory from long ago came flooding back.

……

"Little brother, can you engrave characters?"

"Who can't engrave? Anyone who can write can engrave!"

"Then...can you engrave my gourd?"

"What lettering?"

"My name! Big sister's golden gourd has her name engraved on it. I don't have a golden gourd, but I have this gourd!"

"Then what's your name?"

"Mu, Yang Mu!"

……

Mu Dalang's heart gradually became confused.

So that girl's name is not Yang Mu, but Yang Mu?
The word engraved on the gourd is the word "Mu"?

sky? !

Is it really such a coincidence?
So, this girl is the lost girl from the Yang family?

Mu Dalang was in a daze, he didn't even know when Xiaoshi got out of bed.

He remembered that on the day he engraved, he seemed to have said a baby kiss?

　Miss, do you have a ticket?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)