The storybook and the big plan

Yang Mu raised his eyebrows, Hey, the news is sabotaging?

"Da Lang, you are a useful person, a pure person, a person who has escaped from vulgar taste..."

"Da Lang, the most important thing in life is to be happy. Are you happy when you make money?"

"As long as you are willing to write, I will give you one-tenth of the silver, how about it?"

"Or, you don't like these two stories? How about we write "The Story I Have to Tell My Mr. Yazhai and I"?"

Mu Dalang did not show his head. Compared with the previous two stories, he felt that the latter one was even more unreliable.

…

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Mu looked at the motionless quilt and almost lost his patience. He took a deep breath and made a final effort.

If Mu Dalang still disagrees, she will have to find a poor scholar to cooperate.

Yang Mu stared at the quilt.

"Dalang, our family can't afford medicine..."

After a while, Mu Dalang clenched his fists and muttered under the quilt: "I'll write!"

Yang Mu's eyes lit up. He couldn't paint a big picture emotionally, he had to use coercion and inducement!

Da Lang, it turns out you are such a Da Lang!

That night, Mu Dalang was threatened by Yang Mu and kept writing his storybook until midnight.

The light reflects the silhouettes of young men and women and projects it on the dilapidated window lattice, making it inexplicably warm.

But here at Lao Yang's house, there is no warmth.

The more Zhao thought about it, the angrier she became. She felt that the reason why things happened today was because her husband and his ex-wife gave birth to Yang Dong, a short-lived ghost.

Without Yang Dong, none of this would have happened.

So Mrs. Zhao lost her temper at Yang for a long time on New Year's Eve, and even refused to allow her husband to eat dinner.

On New Year's Eve, Yang was scolded by his wife from afternoon to night. He was so depressed that he rummaged through the cabinets and took out the wine that he had not finished drinking during the New Year. He drank to relieve his sorrow and became extremely drunk.

Mr. Ding was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, thinking about how to let that lazy Mr. Lai do the work in the future. She must not cook and wash the dishes by herself like today.

Yang Ershan had a nightmare one night, dreaming that today the college knew about his grandmother's shameful betrayal of Yang Mu and kicked him out of the college.

All Yang Caixia could think about was the way Mu Dalang's handsome face turned red when he was carried out by the door panel, and she secretly regretted that Mu Dalang was not her man.

Mr. Lai was lying on her extra-large bed, thinking about how to steal back the ten taels of silver that Yang Mu had embezzled from the old Yang family.

Yang Nan, on the other hand, is used to solving problems with violence. Today, he had no way to vent his anger that he had been holding in all day. He stole a chicken from home in the middle of the night, went to a deserted place in the back hill, plucked the chicken alive and broke its neck.

I feel a little more relaxed.

Yang Dashan's brows were furrowed even after he fell asleep. Without the elder brother and sister, will he have to farm the land in the family in the future? He hates farming the most!

In the whole family, only Yang Xi, who had lost his hand, drank medicine that contained ingredients to help him sleep, and he slept until dawn.

…

On the second day, Yang Mu got up early to make breakfast.

A pot of thick rice porridge, topped with fragrant wild mushrooms, crisp pickled radish, and a handful of shrimp.

As usual, she divided the sweet water into three portions and divided them into three bowls of porridge.

The child woke up early. Yang Shitou, holding the messy chicken coop on his head, washed his face with warm water mixed by his sister.

Yang Mu applied frostbite ointment to his little hands and combed his hair with two small knots.

Sister-in-law Zhu came early. She had agreed last night that when Yang Mu went up the mountain in the morning, she would come to look after Yang Shitou.

In fact, Yang Shitou is an obedient child and very good-looking.

Yang Mu also served a bowl of porridge to Sister-in-law Zhu. Sister-in-law Zhu had eaten a bowl of sweet potato porridge at home and hurriedly waved her hands and said she wouldn't eat it.

After Yang Mu left, Sister-in-law Zhu smelled the rich aroma of rice porridge, looked at Yang Shitou who was eating the porridge "hululu", and swallowed her saliva.

Three seconds later, Sister-in-law Zhu put her needlework on the table. She still couldn't resist the temptation of porridge and ate a small bowl with a blushing face.

Yang Shitou finished the porridge, burped and said, "I'm full for the first time!"

Sister-in-law Zhu took away his bowl with a smile and got up to wash the dishes.

She didn't go into the west room, so she had better wait for Yang Mu to collect Mu Dalang's bowl.

This kitchen has only one roof, so if it's windy or rainy, cooking will be a chore.

Sister-in-law Zhu thought that there seemed to be two shabby mats at home, and she wondered if she could surround the small kitchen house.

Just as I was thinking about it, Aunt Wang came over with two eggs.

Yang Shitou was very hospitable. He left the panda behind and ran over on his short legs. He took Aunt Wang's hand and walked to the stove. He said in a sweet voice: "Aunt, let's eat porridge this time!"

Aunt Wang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, this child is so lovable!

Sister-in-law Zhu washed the dishes and talked about using mats from home to wrap the stove for Yang Mu.

Aunt Wang looked at the rice grains at the corner of her daughter-in-law's mouth, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Have you eaten other people's porridge?"

Sister-in-law Zhu's cheeks turned red when she was told that she was right. She lowered her head and silently wiped the rice grains from the corner of her mouth. Her embarrassed toes could dig out an area of ​​the old Yang's yard.

Aunt Wang reprimanded: "It's not like our family didn't give you breakfast, how could you eat Mu Yatou's breakfast? Mu Yatou was so pitiful after the separation of the family. There was a slutty husband and a little kid. How difficult it was for Mu Yatou.

…”

Yang Shitou grabbed Aunt Wang by the hem of her clothes and still urged, "Aunt, eat porridge for the first time!"

Aunt Wang rubbed Yang Shitou's little face, then turned around and continued to scold her daughter-in-law.

Yang Shitou stepped on the small stool and reached for the porridge bowl beside the stove fire.

The bowl was covered with a plate. As soon as Yang Shitou opened the plate, the aroma instantly filled the air.

Aunt Wang smelled the fragrance and was startled, her eyes drifting away.

Snow-white rice porridge, bright yellow spring bamboo shoots, translucent diced radish, light brown wild mushrooms, and pink shrimps...

Yang Shitou turned to look at Aunt Wang, his face full of expectation.

"Eat porridge for the first time!"

Aunt Wang swallowed her saliva and said, "Auntie, won't you eat?"

He picked up the bowl in an honest manner and took a sip.

Sister-in-law Zhu, who had just been scolded: "..."

"Why is this porridge so fragrant? Daughter-in-law, how do you think Mu Yatou made it?"

Aunt Wang took a spoon and took one mouthful after another without stopping.

Sister-in-law Zhu looked at the sky in embarrassment. The sun seemed to be shining today and the cold spring was about to pass.

"Hululu, hululu..." The sound of Aunt Wang eating porridge.

Sister-in-law Zhu looked at the ground and said, well, the grass was not removed yesterday. It will be cleaned up later.

"Hululu, hululu..."

Aunt Wang quickly finished the bowl of porridge.

Sister-in-law Zhu grabbed the bowl and went to wash it.

It was only then that Aunt Wang realized what she had done.

"Um...I'll go back and get the mat!"

Aunt Wang strategically avoided embarrassment.

…

Yang Mu didn't know the embarrassing scene at home. She came up the mountain with a hoe today.

She found a place where almost no one would set foot, rolled up her sleeves and started digging traps.

You can't make much money just by fishing.

If you want to hunt large animals, you have to dig traps.

She was very strong and quickly dug a trap that was two people high. Then she inserted the sharpened bamboo into the soil and the simple trap was ready.

After that, Yang Mu climbed over the top of the mountain with a hoe and went to the other side of the mountain.
Chapter completed!