Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

   Han Yingwen seemed to be shy, and after saying that, he didn't dare to look at Han Yingxue again.

  Han Yingxue glanced at his younger brother quite meaningfully, but agreed readily.

  According to Xuanyuan Jiaer's appearance, he squeezed a clay figurine and handed it to Han Yingwen.

   "Come, respond, give."

   "Thank you, sister." Han Yingwen responded shyly.

   "This clay figurine has to be careful and put it lightly, otherwise it will rot easily." If you put it on for one night, it will become firmer when the moisture in it is gone.

   "Got it, sister."

   the other end.

   After Han Yingju and Mu Yang left Han Yingxue's house, they walked towards Han Yingxue's former house.

   There has been no owner for a few months, and a layer of cobwebs has formed. The inside of the house is relatively dark and not so bright.

   But fortunately, it is relatively dry and does not feel very humid.

   Seeing the messy house, Han Yingju hurriedly cleaned up.

   This is where Mu Yang will live from now on. She has to help Mu Yang clean up the house.

Han Yingju had already helped Mu Yang so much, but Mu Yang didn't want to let Han Yingju continue to help her with the cleaning, so she said to Han Yingju, "Ju'er, go back and rest, I can clean this house by myself. , otherwise, your clothes will be soiled,"

  Han Yingju said quickly, "It's alright, Big Brother Mu, you must be too busy to clean up this room by yourself. If my clothes are dirty, I can take a shower. This is fine."

"But······"

   "But what?" Han Yingju didn't care anymore, picked up the broom on the ground and started cleaning.

  When Han Yingxue's family moved, he disliked that some of the furniture in the house was old, so he bought all new ones. These daily utensils that were not taken away have come in handy now.

   In addition to the broom, there are other things in the house. There is only one good wooden bucket, but it can be used for fetching water.

   Looking at Han Yingju's busy figure, Mu Yang felt some warmth in his heart.

   I don't know why, but there is a kind of joy, feeling that the broken thatched cottage in front of me is my home, and Han Yingju, who was imagined by Mu Yang as his future wife.

   When thinking of this, Mu Yang's heart trembled.

   I would have such an idea.

  Although Han Yingju didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, Mu Yang's face was still stained with a blush, very shy and embarrassed.

   If he could settle in Changfeng Village in the future, it would not be bad, anyway, there is no one in his family, and it would be meaningless to go back.

  Han Yingju usually feels tormented at work at home, but this time, when cleaning the house, I don't know why I don't feel tired at all. On the contrary, it is more and more vigorous.

   Seeing Mu Yang standing blankly, Han Yingju looked up and found that Mu Yang was staring at her.

  Han Yingju was both happy and shy.

   said shyly to Mu Yang, "Big Brother Mu... why are you looking at me?"

  Mu Yang responded with embarrassment on his face, as if he had done something bad and was caught on the spot.

"I······"

  Mu Yang didn't know how to explain it, so he said to Han Yingju, "Ju'er, you've worked hard, let me sweep the floor!"