Get out of here

Yang Mu didn't know someone's inner story, so she went out to borrow pen and paper.

Although Yang Ershan, the third son of the old Yang family, was a scholar and had paper and pen, his family was poor and could only buy one copy, so he took it with him when he went to school.

Most people in the village are illiterate, so where can these be prepared?

But Yang Mu knew that Mrs. Bao, who lived at the end of the village, had some.

Mrs. Bao is a very elegant old lady. She seems to be about fifty years old. She has sharp eyes and is incompatible with the village women.

When she has nothing to do on weekdays, Mrs. Bao likes to sit alone under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, watching the villagers chatting in the square, as if looking down on all living beings.

But it's dinner time now, and Mrs. Bao should be at home.

Yang Mu knocked on the door with a bowl of chicken soup, but the door was not closed.

In the village, as long as the door is not closed, guests are not refused entry.

She pushed the door open and called out in a loud voice: "Aunt Bao?"

The yard is very small, with only two upper rooms, a kitchen and a side room.

Mrs. Bao came out of the kitchen, with a blackened face, and asked coldly: "What's the matter?"

Yang Mu looked at her curiously, "Where is Aunt Bao cooking?"

Mrs. Bao had a dark face and said the same thing, "What's the matter?"

Yang Mu handed the chicken soup to Mrs. Bao and said, "I shot a pheasant and gave it to you to try. I also borrowed a pen and ink for you to use."

Mrs. Bao raised her eyes and looked at her with an expression that said, "You are borrowing the pen and ink and giving me the soup."

Yang Mu chuckled, stretched his neck to see that Mrs. Bao seemed to be frying pancakes, and said, "Eat the pancakes in the soup."

Mrs. Bao took the bowl and pointed to the side room, indicating where the pen and ink was, and asked Yang Mu to take it by himself.

Yang Mu entered the wing. The room was very clean. On a desk, in addition to pens, ink, paper and inkstones, there were also pen washers, pen holders, paperweights, and incense burners...

There are bookshelf full of books on the wall.

Uh... this is the room of an old lady in the countryside? The study room of the patriarch and Li Zheng's home does not have such complete supporting facilities, right?

This little old lady is hiding so much!

When Yang Mu came out with pen and paper, Mrs. Bao was already sitting on a small stool in the yard eating chicken soup pancakes.

Yang Mu took a closer look at Mrs. Bao's blackened face, and then looked at the way she was immersed in eating. The meaning of the words "hidden and hidden" instantly dropped a lot.

Back at Lao Yang's house, Mu Dalang had finished his meal and even drank all the soup.

Yang Mu conveniently threw the bones to Dahei and went to wash the dishes himself.

When she came back, Mu Dalang had already finished writing the prescription.

Yang Mu looked at the two prescriptions in surprise and didn't understand.

Mu Dalang explained: "The portion on your left hand is for treating wind and cold, and the portion on your right hand is for... Could you please divide the medicines into two pharmacies?"

Yang Mu instantly understood. It seemed that Mu Dalang was avoiding someone's investigation. He was afraid that the other party would check the pharmacy, so he divided the medicine he originally needed into two prescriptions.

Yang Mu increasingly felt that the Bamboo Forest Killer was related to Mu Dalang.

One of the prescriptions is for treating wind and cold. What is the other one? Mu Dalang seems unwilling to say.

Yang Mu didn't ask either.

If he doesn't say it, the person who takes the medicine will always say it.

Isn’t the calligraphy so pretty? It’s vigorous and sharp, but it’s a pity that she can’t write or comment.

What makes her happy is that the characters in this world are the same as those in her previous life. Although they are all in traditional Chinese, she still recognizes most of them.

Yang Mu put away the prescription, went out to cool down the medicinal materials, and then went to the back mountain to cut some bamboo.

"Now, this is the land I have cut down for you!" Yang Mu piled the bamboos into a hill.

The panda was so happy that he rolled around in the bamboo mountains, causing Yang Mu to laugh lovingly.

For dinner, Yang Mu caught two plump rabbits when he went to cut bamboo. He didn't know what kind of luck it was. As long as he went up the mountain, he would get something.

It made Yang Mu want to live in the mountains.

Yang Mu went out the back door and plucked two cabbages from the vegetable patch at the back door of the old house next door.

This is also the small vegetable plot of Lao Yang's family, which has always been cultivated by Dafang. Yang Mu took a fancy to this piece of land and snatched it when he was planning to separate the family.

I carried two cabbages back to the kitchen, one for pickling and one for stewed rabbit.

When the rich aroma of meat comes out, the steamed buns in the other pot are almost cooked.

The aroma of steamed buns and stewed meat filled the air, making Yang Xiaohua in the front yard cry for a while.

When returning paper and pen, Yang Mushun brought a bowl of stew to Aunt Wang's house and Mrs. Bao each.

Mrs. Bao took the meat without expression, handed Yang Mu the cleaned chicken soup bowl, and sat on the small bench to cook.

Aunt Wang took the meat and thanked her for a long time, insisting on stuffing her with two eggs.

Yang Mu was not polite, took the egg, and asked Aunt Wang to take some time to look at Yang Shitou tomorrow as he was going to the county town.

Aunt Wang reminded her that it was more than ten miles away from the county seat, and it was best to take Old Man Niu's donkey cart.

Yang Mu thanked him and returned to the Yang family's backyard.

Ever since she traveled through time, she has been accustomed to entering Lao Yang's house directly through the back door.

In the backyard, Yang Shitou played with the big black dog, and the panda lay lazily on the bamboo, enjoying its life.

Conversations were heard in the room.

"My husband was forced to recruit a son-in-law by that bandit. I don't deserve it for you." His voice was artificial and had a strong smell of century-old green tea.

The voice that makes the tea turn green must be Yang Caixia, the daughter of the second wife.

Green Tea went to my grandmother's house in the next village yesterday and she was not at home. I didn't expect to seduce Mu Dalang as soon as I got home today.

Like her mother, Ding, Yang Caixia was tall and thin, and twisted her waist when walking. She thought she was good-looking, so she put her up for sale. She was nineteen years old and not yet married.

After she returned home today, she did not leave from the front yard. Instead, she secretly came to the backyard to see if the handsome husband who had lost money was awake.

She didn't expect to see such an attractive person as soon as she entered the house. She just felt confused and wished she could get married to him immediately.

Yang Mu outside the house stopped when she heard Yang Caixia's words. She was also curious about what Mu Dalang was thinking.

In the room, Mu Dalang's cold eyes looked at the finished stew at hand, thinking how could Miss Yang's cooking be so delicious? How could the coarse salt and coarse rice dishes be more delicious than the famous dish of Longfeng Chengxiang at Deshun Tower in Beijing?

?

Yang Caixia was a little dissatisfied when she saw that Mu Dalang was in a daze and ignored her. She sat down on the edge of the bed, only an inch away from Mu Dalang's legs under the quilt.

Feeling the warmth of the people around her, Yang Caixia blushed and said shyly: "Don't worry, Mr. Lang. I was not angry about it for you at that time, so I asked my grandmother to not create a genealogy for you, let alone register.

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Mu Dalang was very dissatisfied with the stranger's approach. When he came back to his senses, he looked at her coldly with his deep eyes and said calmly: "Get out!"

Yang Caixia was immersed in her own world, and Mu Dalang spoke weakly, so she thought Mu Dalang just said yes.

Yang Caixia flirted and sat closer: "Mr. Lang is still free now."

Mu Dalang's face darkened for a second, he dodged the handkerchief she threw in disgust, and said angrily: "Get out of here!"

Yang Caixia's smile froze on her face, and she looked at Mu Dalang in surprise. She suspected that she had heard wrong, and she said aggrievedly: "I did it for Mr. Lang's good..."

Mu Dalang snorted coldly and said: "It is your sister Yang Mu who should be nice to me, not you! As a sister, you are sitting on your brother-in-law's bed. How shameful is it? You don't have a man anymore? You have to grab it.

Isn’t it my brother-in-law?”

Yang Caixia seemed to have been struck by lightning. For so many years, she had seduced many men with this weak and unable to take care of herself.

Now, he was insulted by such a good-looking husband?

"You...wuwu..." Yang Caixia stood up, covering her face and crying.

Mu Dalang snorted coldly, patted the place where Yang Caixia sat, and said disgustedly: "Dirty my bed!"

Yang Caixia felt like she had been hit by an arrow in the knee. She couldn't find the right tone to cry. She no longer had the shame to stay here.

When she ran out the door angrily, she saw Yang Mu standing in the yard, looking at her like a good show.

Yang Caixia was so angry that she stamped her feet and pointed at Yang Mu angrily: "You are so shameless, you want to steal a man to get married! You don't care if he wants it or not!"

Inside the house, Mu Dalang said loudly: "My lady, why don't you come in and clean up? The place where dirty things have stood is bad luck!"

Yang Caixia was stunned for a moment before she realized that Mu Dalang was calling her a dirty thing.

Yang Mu laughed "Pfft", then responded with a crisp response and walked into the room.

Yang Caixia was so ashamed and angry that she stamped her feet and ran away crying.

Yang Mu stood beside the bed with a very playful expression and looked at Mu Dalang, "How do you know she is my sister?"

Mu Dalang only woke up yesterday, and Yang Caixia only came back today.

Mu Dalang raised his eyes and said angrily: "She said it herself. Why have you been gone for so long?" Why did you leave him here to face that shameless woman?

Yang Mu chuckled and was not prepared to change the subject with him. Instead, he came over and raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you just call me...madam?"
Chapter completed!