Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Compared to you fighting in the army, this is just a little cleverness on my part."

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

"Hehe, this flattering slap has landed on the horse's ass!"

she said with a smile.

"Okay, I'm going back to the house to rest, you should go back to the house and sleep quickly!"

"Um!"

…

The next day, Li Zheng and others released the news.

Suddenly, everyone in the village was wondering who the thief was.

The crops were flooded, the poultry and livestock were dead, and everyone was really free now.

I stayed on the deserted island near the Tutu Temple every day. If there was rice and food, I would make some food at home.

Those who had no rice or grain had to wait for Yang Huazhong's family to come over and distribute porridge.

There were many topics to discuss while sitting together, including the matter of stealing children, and the matter of officials sent by the imperial court to control earthquakes and floods.

We talked happily, and it seemed that the sadness of the destruction of our home was diluted a lot...

Yang Ruoqing also came to serve porridge with Sun and the others.

Outside the crowd, she saw a lonely small tent.

Outside other people's tents, a bunch of women and children gathered together and talked.

Only the small tent was deserted.

"Mom, whose tent is that?" she asked.

Mrs. Sun glanced over there: "They are from Lao Mu's family."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, wasn't Muzichuan's mother, Widow Liu, living there?

No wonder it was so deserted around there, not even a single person came to the door to talk!

It was the peak time for making porridge, and everyone gathered here.

He said hello to Mr. Sun and Mrs. Da Sun, said a few words of thanks, and then went back to eat happily with the bowl in hand.

There was no movement in Widow Liu's tent.

"I came here yesterday afternoon to deliver porridge, but Lady Zichuan didn't come out to pick it up either."

"I wanted to go over and see what was going on, but as soon as I walked outside the tent, I heard her shouting 'Don't come in!' from inside, so I had to go back." Ms. Sun said in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Widow Liu has a withdrawn personality. She never interacted with anyone in the village and did not even visit her neighbors.

Under the blue sky and white sun, the courtyard door and the hall door are all closed tightly.

Especially in the six months since Mu Zichuan left Qingshui Town and went to the capital, Widow Liu has become more and more autistic.

"I'll go over and take a look."

Yang Ruoqing said, casually picking up two white-faced steamed buns in a bowl and walking towards Widow Liu's small tent.

Sure enough, it was like what happened to Sun. As soon as she walked outside the tent, she heard Widow Liu's voice coming from inside: "Don't come in!"

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

But there was a hint of hoarseness and weakness.

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

"go out……"

Widow Liu in the tent was suddenly startled and turned to look towards the tent door.

Widow Liu frowned tightly when she saw it was Yang Ruoqing.

"What are you here for?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing did not answer Widow Liu's question, and her eyes passed over the small tent.

There is no extra space inside except a sleeping place for one person on the floor.

The things that Widow Liu brought out were also very interesting.

It's not like other families who have to go back and fish out half a bag of rice or clothes from the water while struggling to survive.

Widow Liu's entire possessions were a bamboo basket.

Yang Ruoqing had an impression of that bamboo basket.

Inside the bamboo basket, there is a blue one-shoulder wide-band schoolbag.

There are bulging books in the schoolbag.

This is something that belongs to Muzichuan. In the past, he used to carry this bamboo basket on his back when traveling between Changping Village and Qingshui Town.

And the strap of that blue schoolbag was torn off by the crazy host...

"You go out, I want to rest!"

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

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

On the contrary, she looked at Widow Liu with a hint of respect.

Not to mention other aspects of women, when it comes to being a mother, Widow Liu is indeed an amazing mother.

When the flood comes, you don’t need anything.

My son’s books, his used schoolbags, the articles I wrote every night at my desk...

She kept them properly and kept them...

This maternal love is deep and broad.

Motherly love deserves to be respected!

"You haven't eaten for a few times and your eye sockets are sunken. How can you still sleep like this?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

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

"Eat two steamed buns and then go to bed!" she said.

Widow Liu was startled.

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

There was something complicated revealed on the woman's pale face.

"Why?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

"What?" She didn't quite understand the reason for Widow Liu's inexplicable "why".

Widow Liu frowned and whispered: "You know that I don't want to see you, why do you still send me steamed buns?"

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips and smiled.

"I'm not rushing to give you a warm face to give you a cold butt, but for the sake of everyone being in the same village, if you starve to death right now, it will be bad for everyone!"

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

"Even if I starve to death, I won't eat anything from your old Yang family!" Widow Liu arrived.

"Stop talking about those useless things and eat quickly!" Yang Ruoqing handed the steamed bun to Widow Liu.

"What will you do if you are hungry and sick? You will have to ask others to serve you when the time comes to eat, drink, and defecate."

"With feces and urine in your crotch, and pus and phlegm stuck in your throat, you will be tortured around, worse than an animal. Would you like that?"

She deliberately used words to anger Widow Liu.

When Widow Liu heard this, she was really shaken.

She snatched the steamed bun from Yang Ruoqing's hand and started eating it.

While eating, he glared at Yang Ruoqing.

She doesn't want to be manipulated by others, she wants to be able to run and jump, and she wants to wait for Zichuan to come back!

Seeing Widow Liu eating two steamed buns in one go, Yang Ruoqing secretly curled her lips.

Mu Zichuan is very competitive and hypocritical at heart, just like this woman, right?

Yang Ruoqing took a look, picked up the empty bowl and left the tent.

Widow Liu was still stuffing the steamed buns into her mouth. Looking at the fallen tent curtain, the woman's chewing movements slowed down.

Suddenly, she realized that her threatening words just now were like a routine.

But I actually fell into this girl's trick and started eating steamed buns.

Mrs. Liu stared at the tent curtain with a complicated expression, feeling more and more unable to understand Yang Ruoqing.
Chapter completed!