Take a Husband for Farming

Mu Yang's eyes turned erraticly, she wanted to take these delicious home, but Mu Yiyang, the baby puppet, was still staying at the dead girl's house, what if he really decided to not support himself?

He couldn't bear the meat pot in his hand either, Mu Yun walked up the steps and glanced at Mu Yang's in the stove room. He is not the young man of Mu Yang's mind. He only looks at such a little bit of small head in his eyes. He wants the entire industry of the Mu Rou Sang family. I think of the ten acres of good land and the fat pigs, chickens, and wood. Yun's heart is beating, and the more he thinks about it, the more excited he is. He is very happy to see those things.

Mu Rouzang was standing at the door of the stove. She didn't know Mu Yun was standing behind her. At this moment, it was strange why Mu Yang's was not jumping. Is there any other idea? No, when did Mu Yang come to her house with Mu Yun? In any case, she is not the dough of the original owner.

"Sang girl, do you want to make dumplings?" Mu Yang smiled horribly.

"Yes, uncle." Unfortunately, today's dumplings are afraid that they won't be able to be overpacked. Mu Rou Sang prefers to feed his own food and feed the dogs, and he does not want to feed the two wolf-hearted dogs.

When Mu Yang didn't hear the coldness in her words, she shook the raspberry that she was holding in her left hand: "This is enough to eat, let me just say, how can you take out so many eggs from your family and eat them? Yo, your family is really thick. Just add eggs to this flour. Alas, you are such a good boy that you know how to honor your elders. "

Mu Yiyang, who was standing in the yard, then reacted. The half-old child said that he was not too big, and that he was not too small.

"Dad, ma'am, you are not at home. Why did you come to Sang's house today, and go to the temple room to bake fire?"

Not to mention this stubble, Mu Rouzang just remembered that she always thought that the firewood was burning with thick smoke, and the home was using excellent charcoal. Alas, I lamented that the years are not good, and I really hate wood clouds and wood. Young's.

Mu Yiyang hurriedly and dragged Mu Yun to the temple house. Mu Yang looked at the stove. If she stayed here, she would n’t help the dead girl to make dumplings and make a fart. The stock followed and went to the temple house. .

Murou mulberry used his small hand and face, it seemed that the meal at noon could not be saved.

After Mu Yiyang coaxed his parents to the temple house, he came to the stove room and saw Mu Rou Sang's listless face. He was ashamed: "Sister Sang, I'm sorry, I don't know if my parents will come today."

"Yi Yang is not your fault." Mu Rouzang didn't even see the cousin at the moment, his tone was cold.

Mu Yiyang was a little bit frustrated: "Sorry, Sister Sang, you have to take more care. I will be able to control my parents in a few years."

"Well, don't say it, let Yang Yang come and help me with noodles." She is not a stingy dumpling, but Mu Yun and Mu Yang's are two dog skin plasters. The first time will have the second time.

Mu Rouzang sighed, took out more than twenty eggs from a jar under the cupboard and beat them in the flour. "Yi Yang reconcile, I'll get some green onions." No matter what, she won't Grievance on your belly.

Mu Yiyang frowned and looked at this half of the dough: "Sister Sang, why don't you ask my mother to wrap it with Feng Ye!"

"Whatever you want!" Mu Fengyu is one year younger than Mu Rouzang, and he is now four years old.

"Dangdang!" There was a noise in the hall, and Mu Rouzang was too lazy to take care of it, and turned from the side door of the stove to the vegetable field behind the house.

Mu Yiyang felt that the parents were ashamed, and when he heard the movement, lowered the basin in his hand and came to the house: "Mother, what are you doing?"

It turned out that Mu Fengxun wanted to drink water, but Mu Yang's dreaming of her did not hear Mu Fengxu's call at all. When the little girl saw her mother ignore her, she climbed to the table and poured water.

As a result, it suddenly fell too much, and the hands did not hold firmly. The bowl fell from the hands. The water in the bowl was sprinkled on the books on the table, and then rolled down and broke.

Mu Yun squinted his eyes and glanced at it, regardless of what he was doing, and continued to bake the fire. Mu Yang scolded: "Dead girl, I don't know to come and serve my sister." Then she sat beside the brazier and continued to bake.

Mu Yiyang came to the house and saw this scene: "Mother, my sister broke the bowl, and you actually poured water by yourself."

He rushed to the past and couldn't care about Fengfeng Mu, and distressedly picked up the wet books on the table. Fortunately, only a few pages on the outside were wet: "Mother, how can you turn over the water with your sister and see if this water is all there?" It's wet. "

Mu Yang's just can't see Mu Rouzang's life well, why? She had never enjoyed it so much as an elder. She scorned: "It's not your book anyway, it gets wet when it gets wet."

"Mother!" Muyi Yang blushed with anger, pointed to the book in his hand and said angrily, "This book is the book that my son is studying!"

"What else can we do if it's wet? Tell the dead girl to buy another copy of silver." What this said is as if the silver from Mu Rouzang's family belongs to her, Mu Rouzang just takes care of them.

"Mother! Can you be a bit ashamed! Rou Sang is my cousin, the daughter of my father's brother and brother, don't just say dead girl at all." Mu Yiyang had a headache, why did he spread such a pair of parents.

"Even if it is your cousin, this house is named Mu, this courtyard is named Mu, everything in the family is named Mu, and she will marry someone in the future. How can these things be given to her?" Mu Yun is very patriarchal, He didn't care about his children in his heart, but there was a difference, because his son was used to prevent old age.

Muyi Yang really didn't understand. Didn't Sister Sang be surnamed Mu, even if the surname was Muna's cousin's property: "Daddy, isn't that Sang Sang's daughter?"

"Who knows!" Mu Yun answered very irresponsibly, this is disrespectful to the dead Mu Rou Sang Niang.

Muyi Yang was so angry that he felt a pain in his chest, sighed and wanted to get rid of his sleeves, and worried that his father and mother would bully the cute cousin again.

"Mother, take the dumplings together to make dumplings!" He didn't want to argue with his father and mother anymore.

"What ?! Madam ..." Mu Yang screamed, trying to reject this chore, sitting in the brazier nest and waiting to eat comfortably.

As soon as her voice started, she was interrupted by Mu Yun's rough voice: "Not ready yet? You are a dead man, and I want to starve to death."

To this day, Mu Yiyang found that his father and mother were really bad. He felt a sense of weakness: "Mother, I'll move the noodles and meat stuffing. The brazier is warmer in the hall."

Mu Rouzang stood at the back door and listened for a long time. She was very helpless. She didn't know if she should hate Mu Yiyang. She knew that she didn't like the two couples, but let them both come in for a meal. Maybe in Mu Yiyang's mind, these two are his biological parents after all, he can't really speak out and drive them away!

When Muyi Yang entered the stove room, he saw Mu Rouzang washing the onions in the kitchen: "Sister Sang, I moved things over, and my mother and sister helped make dumplings together."

Help together? Mu Rouzang's inquiring eyes met his sincere eyes. Forget it, Mu Yiyang's thoughts did not understand how she was caught in the middle. It was difficult for him to work hard, and the hard-hearted temperament of the two would be improved. ? Mu Rou Sang prefers the sun to the west.

"You dead girl, lazy bones, even instructed your elder brother to do things. Do you still have young children in your eyes?"

Mu Yang came out of the house, and saw Mu Rouzang's pink face as a fishbone piercing his eyes. It would be nice if the dead girl gave her own phoenix, and it would be fine for him Xu went to the official house and enjoyed prosperity and wealth.

Mu Rou Sang's heart was very unhappy: "Oh, uncle Madam herself has done something like an elder!"

Mu Yang's face was shaved by a little girl, especially in front of her own children, this face suddenly dark like the bottom of the pot: "Your mother, you are a little BIAo son with a mother and no mother, why not die? ! "

This is obviously unreasonable. Mu Rouzang really wants to pick up a broom and sweep her out the floor, but if he really wants to do that, he will definitely leave his heart with Mu Yiyang, and he will make a big mess.

"Mother, can you say a few more words, Sister Sang is still young, and I should be the helper of the eldest brother, mother, you don't want to mess around anymore, but my sister taught me a lot of words."

Muyi Yang was also annoyed. His mother was really confused. If she offended Sang, his book would not be read.

"You **** girl, why didn't you die? You broke your heart, so bad that your elder brother learned badly, why didn't you die?"

Mu Yang's is jealous of Mu Rouzang. Look at the lotus-colored dress. The whole body is made of fine cotton. Only rich people can afford such clothes. The dead girl must have a lot of silver in her hands.

"Well, what's the matter with you if I die? You're not my mother-in-law, and, yes, Brother Yang, did I stab you?" Mu Rouzang's words calmed down.

What a mess, Mu Yiyang really hated her mother now: "Mother, don't make a fool of it, father is still waiting for hot water dumplings!"

"If you don't want to eat, please go out! The door is there." Mu Rouzang stared at Mu Yang's eyes coldly, and stretched his fingers toward the courtyard door.

Reluctantly, his age was too young, and then his cold eyes fell on Mu Yang's eyes with limited lethality. Thinking of Mu Yun's fist, Mu Yang had to endure this anger. "Hum, you can't go to the Duantangwu soon."

She didn't want to make dumplings in the stove, this snowy day had to freeze people into popsicles.

When the three entered the hall, Mu Rou Sang, who fell on the back, gave a very disdainful glance at Mu Yun. One of his grandfathers was sitting beside the brazier in peace, and there was a small coffee table beside him. I don't know where he turned out the tea leaves, and he is learning to make hot tea for the grandfathers in those counties.

Looking at the heartbreaker in this room, Mu Rouzang stood in the door and panicked.

"You dead girl, don't come here to help, I want to sit and wait to eat, and see if you have that wealthy life!" Mu Yang's is a professional household who sprays big dung, seeing Mu Rouzang standing like a young lady. At the door, that was poking her heart.

Mu Yun ignored the noise of a room and sat there humming the song, Mu Ruosang's suspicion grew, and he looked at Mu Yun's appearance like thinking spring! Sichun? how is this possible? Who fancy him so blindly? Secretly looked at the Mu Yangs who were reluctant to make dumplings, did she not know or guessed wrong?

Mu Rou Sang always thinks that Mu Yun is a bit wrong today. Forget it, each family swept the snow in front of the door. Who cares if it frosts on her?

"Sister, this meat cannot be eaten raw!"

Mu Yiyang reached out and knocked out the small hand standing aside and reaching for food. Mu Feng took a snot and drew a tear from her mouth:

"Wow, ma'am, I want to eat meat, I'm going to eat meat, don't you say that there is meat in this cheap family? Ma'am, I want to eat meat, brother, mother-in-law said that things in this family It ’s all my house. Why ca n’t I eat it? ”

A child more than four years old can speak swiftly. Mu Rouzang reached out his hand to touch his careful liver. He must not be angry. If he is angry, the Mu Yangs will be angry.

Sure enough, the Mu Yangs looked at her with a light cloud, and immediately pointed at her and jumped and scolded: "You slut, your heart is made of ice? Can you give your sister something to eat soon? Second child, open your eyes and look, the dead girl in your family is disrespectful to the elders and is not kind to cousins! "

Nimei! Those who have seen shameless people have never seen such shameless people, and people do not face the invincible world. She lowered her head and smiled to the cold light in her eyes, raised her pink face and smiled slightly: "Uncle Madam, what you said is good, there is no reason, Why am I disrespectful to my elders, and how I don't treat my cousins ​​well?