Chapter 13 Little brother, can you engrave words?

Yang Mu was funny. Aunt Wang was a firecracker on weekdays and only had a little bird in front of Uncle Zhou.

Seeing that Yang Shitou was not moving, the adults didn't give her any meat. They were anxious and wanted to grab her.

Old Mrs. Bao was quick-eyed and quickly, and threw a bone over, just hitting Yang Xiaohua's hand.

The little fat man started crying again.

I didn't want the bowl anymore, so I threw it aside and sat on the ground howling.

It seems that this group of people should give her food naturally. If they don’t give it, they will bully her.

Zhou Dazhuang saw the child crying and was about to stand up to coax him, then 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. When Yang Shitou saw his sister coming, he hurried over, hugged his sister's legs, looked at Yang Xiaohua, and complained silently.

At this moment, Yang Shitou felt that this sister who once bullied him every day did not seem to be very scary.

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

My mother said that crying is the most useless method.

He felt that his mother was right, and he had tried crying, so he could only get abuse and even more vicious beating.

Yang Mu held back Yang Xiaohua's cry and sliced ​​another bowl of meat for each person. Even the empty bowl of Mu Dalang in the room was filled with it, then came over and asked Yang Xiaohua, "Do you want to eat?"

Yang Xiaohua had stopped crying for a long time, and watched bowls of mutton after bowl, but she didn't enter her bowl, so she was so anxious that she stomped her feet.

The little fat man now heard Yang Mu ask himself, and he nodded quickly like pounding garlic.

Aunt Wang looked at Yang Mu with disagreement and said, "This family is so lustful, you are still soft-hearted!"

Zhou Dazhuang vaguely felt that Mei Mei was not soft-hearted.

Yang Mu touched the fake beard he drew, and said with a kind expression: "Oh, Aunt Wang, I'm good at everything, but this soft-hearted problem can't be changed."

Mu Dalang snorted coldly in the room, the sound was too small and he didn't hear it outside.

Aunt Wang also wanted to persuade him, and Yang Mu waved his hand, looking like "I have decided my intentions."

"If you want to eat meat, you have to exchange it for something." She blinked and lured Yang Xiaohua in a row.

Aunt Wang was stunned, Oh, such a routine, that's fine.

Yang Xiaohua looked at the mutton in a daze, swallowed her saliva, and asked, "What are you going to exchange for?"

Yang Mu looked like a little match selling a girl, showing the hungry wolf's smile, "Is it a good deal to exchange it with a thick quilt?"

Aunt Wang chewed the mutton and nodded, "A bowl of mutton in the county town costs 400 cents, and a quilt costs only 300 cents, which is definitely worth it!"

Lai's eyes lit up when he eavesdropped in the middle gate, and he quickly turned around. After a moment, he came to the backyard with a quilt.

"This is the biggest quilt in our three rooms!" Lai added, afraid that Yang Mu would not believe it, "I built it!"

Yang Mu looked at Lai's figure with three, then looked at the thick quilt, showing that he was very satisfied.

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

Yang Xiaohua's eyes were about to pop out and she reached out to eat. Lai grabbed the bowl and pulled Yang Xiaohua away.

She ignored the laughter behind her and only hated herself for not finding a bigger bowl at that time.

Everyone ate it very late that night, and the moon spread out after it was on the branches.

Yang Mu took off the sheep skeleton and put it in a large pot to cook it slowly. There will be broth tomorrow morning.

The quilt that Lai brought was big and thick, and Yang Mu was about to replace it with the sick Mu Dalang.

Unexpectedly, Mu Dalang's face changed, he pressed his original quilt tightly and refused to change it. He frowned and asked her, "Who did the woman cover it, do you cover it too?"

Yang Mu had no choice but to cover himself with a thick quilt and press his quilt on Mu Dalang's quilt.

Only then did someone stretch his eyebrows satisfied.

Yang Mu went to bed and muttered to himself, "Who is spoiled to be a bad person!"

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

The dog barked and scared away the Ding mother and daughter.

Early the next morning, Zhao came to find Yang Mu.

The big room had already eaten, and the remaining mutton soup was sent to Mrs. Bao's house and Aunt Wang's house, and no drop was left for Zhao.

Zhao originally planned to show his compliment to Yang Mu, saying that he would tailor his siblings to their siblings today, even if the big house was able to live up to his face, he would have to stutter for himself.

Unexpectedly, she could only smell the smell and ate no drop!

Zhao suppressed his anger, thought about the money he was about to get, and thought about buying mutton tonight.

She felt a little balanced, and the smile on her face was a little sincere, "Mu Jie'er, you still have to call Shi Tou and measure the size in front of her face to see it!"

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

Zhao's eyebrows jumped and the dike said, "What are you doing with a sickle?"

Yang Mu said naturally: "Defend yourself."

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

Yang Mu looked at her and sneered in his heart, "Aren't you just going to sell me?"

She said without any worries: "Then I won't go, I'm just wearing two clothes, are they the same?"

Zhao pretended to be angry and said, "What a mess of this child! How can a girl not like beautiful people? Listen to her grandmother's words, put down her sickle, and let's tailor her clothes."

Yang Mu simply sat down, looking like "I won't go if I don't let me take the sickle."

Seeing that it was getting late and there was no way, Zhao had to sigh and compromise.

Yang Mu followed Zhao and slowly left the Yang family.

When we were eating mutton last night, everyone agreed that Yang Mu would go out today and everyone would divide the work and help.

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

He is naturally strong, and although he is not as strong as Yang Mu, he is hard to match his opponent.

Even Yang Xi, the trainer, wanted to get a bargain at Zhou Dazhuang.

Others also have their own busyness.

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

Yang Shitou ran in sweat, kicked his shoes "Swishu" and climbed onto the bed clumsyly.

Mu Dalang watched Xiao Douding crawl over the soles of his feet and flipped around the folded quilt.

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

Yang Shitou scratched his head and said angrily: "Look for a lucky reed!"

Mu Dalang didn't understand, so he had to look for him.

After a while, he took out a small gourd lanyard from under the bedding and said happily: "I've found it early!"

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

Mu Dalang stretched out his hand in a funny way and said, "I'll help you."

Yang Shitou nodded, and was still very relieved of the man who slept by his side every day. He stretched his legs and shrank his butt, handed the rope to Mu Dalang, then stretched his head and waited to put the rope.

Xiao Douding was too short, and Mu Dalang could even arrive while lying. After hanging a rope for him, his eyes shrank 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 small gourd and looked carefully. He was sure there were no words before sighing in his heart.

It wouldn't be so coincidental.

Xiao Shitou played with his little gourd and said, "Sister has it too, her blessing (gourd) has the word "生"!

Mu Dalang: "?!"

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

Xiao Shitou shook his little head, thought about it carefully, and said firmly: "Name!"

Mu Dalang pondered, was it the word "name" or her name?

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning in his mind.

A memory from a long time ago surged into my mind.

...

"Little brother, can you engrave words?"
To be continued...