This is a bit of a curse. Mu Yun is a stricken house. As soon as his head is hot, he raises his hands and wants to fan Mu Rou Sang with two ears.

Mu Rouzang stood in front of the stovetop and uncovered the lid of the pot, smashing at him. Since Mu Yun's troubles last time, she felt pained and distressed. When she had time, she drilled into the space to do dead kung fu. Children's hand strength has been a lot older.

The wooden pot lid kept covering the hot dumplings. How hot: "Ah ~~!" Mu Yun screamed, and the wooden pot lid came into perfect contact with his face.

"You dead girl, I will chop you to feed the dog."

Mu Rou Sang smiled: "My girl is standing here, you have the ability to come over! Just try my soup spoon is good or not." The big spoon in her hand is even tumbling with dumplings.

Mu Yun glared at her angrily: "Hum, you dead girl, wait for me!"

Just when the face was torn just now, normal people would feel ashamed to stay at her house. Mu Yun touched her face and stared hard at her. Thanks to the winter, the wooden lid was blocked by his hand.

I didn't find cheap Mu Yun, I went to the temple room to cook in the sleeves of my hands, and I was numb to this pair of superb Mu Rouzang. She is not angry now, but she has to find a chance to ruthlessly treat them both.

Mu Yang's mouth is unpleasant, but Mu Yun is really a viper heart.

When Mu Yang saw his face coming in badly, she thought she had touched a nail at Mu Rou Sang, but she was fattened in the morning. She turned around and didn't see that she continued to make dumplings.

Mu Fengyu drooled to see that they hadn't eaten the dumplings for a long time, and ran to Mu Yang's side and hugged her thighs to dry up: "Mother, I want to eat meat, I'm hungry, don't you say that the dead girl has a family Is it delicious? "

When Mu Yang was unhappy, she came here for dinner for her face. The dead girl hadn't served it for a long time.

Seeing Mu Feng lingering constantly, he was very impatient with his throat and rushed into the stove room, shouting: "You mourning star, stinky pig, don't hurry up to bring the dumplings, want to starve to death."

She made up her mind and would come to Mu Rou Sang's house for three meals a day. Anyway, the third uncle would not allow Mu Yun to steal it, but he couldn't stop Mu Yun's family from coming to eat rice. "It's a prodigal lady."

This meat filling is made with two-thirds of the meat filling and one-third of the kimchi filling.

Mu Yiyang, who was scratching his face, looked up, and his eyes were cold like iron: "Mother, have you made enough trouble? This is not our house."

"Mother didn't want you to eat better with Fengyun!"

She put a big hat on the head of Muyi Yang and told him to refute it. Shouldn't his mother be good to her son and daughter?

"Mother, your beloved son knows, but this is something from Sister Sang's house, and we have no reason to take her home as existing."

Mu Yiyang's thoughts changed a lot after literacy. Mu Yang's couldn't understand the twists and turns of what he said, only he understood that this was Mu Ruosang's family.

I wanted to tell him what I had discussed with my husband at home, and I remembered Mu Yun's warning. I could n’t leak the wind: "Huh, I ’m her uncle and her uncle elder. In addition to our family in this world, she has more Dear relatives? "

Mu Yang cried out, really treating her two siblings as relatives, how could she rob her of her things and leave the two siblings alone.

"Ma'am, you should be your uncle, you are the uncle!"

"Hmm, haven't you found out? At the festival, have their brothers and sisters taken things to honor their elders?"

Mu Yang's brain is completely a pig's brain, and she just held it.

It was Mu Ruosang's inadequate consideration. In her heart, the only relative was the brother of Hibiscus. As for the Muyun family, she was a stranger to her, but she ignored that the original owner and Muyun's family were directly related.

Mu Yiyang was a little embarrassed. In his eyes, Mu Rou Sang was wrong: "Mother, Sang Sister is still young, and the son will remind her when he looks back." Remind her to send a gift to her family? Muyi Yang felt a bitter heart. He knew how cousin hated his parents and how difficult it was to send him to school.

Mu Yiyang stopped Mu Yang's continual ventilation, and went to the kitchen to help Mu Rou Sang to make dumplings: "Sister Sang, please look at my brother's face."

Mu Rouzang didn't say a word. She wanted Mu Yiyang to understand that she would be angry.

Mu Yi Yang saw the big bowls of dumplings on the stove and went to the house by himself. He had understood that Mu Rouzang did not want to see Mu Yun at all.

When eating dumplings, Mu Yang stared at the blue and white porcelain sea bowls on the table with golden eyes. If he took it home, the guests at the Chinese New Year would be more polite, and look at the frown on the opposite Mu Yi Yang, and had to put away Think carefully.

One afternoon, Murou sauna sat in front of the stove with a needlework basket, and tossed around the house with that family.

"Sister, we are back!" Murou mulberry, who had been stretched with a small face, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice of Hibiscus.

She put away the needle and thread and ran out: "Brother, you are back!"

The yard door was always open, and Hibiscus and the village chief got off the donkey cart, and at this time was driving the donkey into the yard.

"Sister, why don't you tie up the courtyard door alone at home, in case those who don't have long eyes come to trouble again, you don't have to spoil your good mood." One of Hibiscus unloaded the donkey cart while driving the donkey Into the shed.

Mu Rouzang came to him and whispered in response: "Brother, the uncle's family has been staying at my house for a day, I heard the news that my family is going to buy land!"

Hibiscus sneered: "Hmm, still want to take away my property again ?!"

The two brothers and sisters went to the donkey shed, and the village head added six acres of good land by himself, the hibiscus house added ten acres of good land, and the ten or more households in the village added one or two acres. The land has increased by more than forty acres.

The land tax will increase a lot next year, and the county will certainly reward him.

I walked into the hall with one foot in my heart, facing four pairs of bright eyes.

"Why are you here!"

The couple who were sitting in front of the brazier toast the fire just felt their necks cold, but did not expect that Hibiscus had brought the village chief.

Mu Yang's heart was scolded, and she didn't dare to vent her anger, so she must take a good look at the dead girl.

Mu Yun stood up quickly, and stretched out his feet, sitting quietly on the chair, Mu Yang, who didn't want to move, shouted with an old face: "Three uncles!"

The last time the village chief was angry, he still remembers it. It is better that the village chief who is not provocative recently is better.

"Uncle San, it's so late, why did you come to the girl's house!" Mu Yang's is a pig's brain, he can only spray big feces and not be a human.

The head of the village lowered his face on the spot and pointed at Mu Yang's scolding: "Are you the third uncle in my eyes and the head of my village, say such kind words to destroy the innocence of the little girl, and roll it back to me ! "

The village head was so angry that his old face turned into a pig's liver. This stupid mother-in-law didn't have a brain, she still had to make a clear plan with her family.

Then he said to Mu Yun, "You two, you are not allowed to come to the Hibiscus House if you are all right, and you are not ready to get out." The ancient village chief had great rights. He slipped his feet and left Mu Yang and his two children.

"Uncle San, why don't you help me, but help that bitch." Mu Yang asked him instead, relying on the niece of the village head's wife.

"Shut up for me. I don't have a niece like you, so don't get out of here!" The village chief was angry, and the Mu Yangs didn't dare to pinch his tiger whiskers, turned around and ran away.

The two siblings came in from the door with each other. Mu Rouzang saw Mu Yun and his wife fled in the yard. They were very happy. At this moment, they walked to the village head with short legs and said, "The village head grandpa is mighty!"

The village chief was happy: "Just your little girl is sweet."

Hibiscus didn't need to know that the two were here. They couldn't help glaring at Mu Yiyang angrily, then turned and sneered at Mu Rou Sang: "Sister, I hurried with the grandfather of the village for a day, go get it Order food to eat. "

Just when it was time to have dinner, Mu Rouzang had already cooked a large pot of rice and made an egg scoop. She turned to look at the two brothers and sisters of Mu Yiyang: "Brother Yi Yang, stay with Feng Ye for dinner! "

She entered the stove room, and the dishes were all cut and placed on the chopping board. After a while, the aroma of bacon was flowing out of the stove room. She planned to make three dishes and one soup, one fried bacon with garlic leaves, one with egg custard, and one with garlic. Deep-fried pork ribs, a vegetable soup with fried mushrooms.

The village chief was sitting at the brazier and smoking welding smoke. He was still thinking about the daytime. He bought the land today, and he could take out fifty-two silvers without blowing the dust. These two little ones will have great success in the future. .

He is not Mu Yun's shallow-eyed. The village chief has two sons and one daughter, and his eldest son is already a talent. He is a teacher in the county. The second son studied well and passed the prefecture school.

This is to pave the way for the two sons, or to draw a big boost for his son's future, and to have a good relationship with the Hibiscus House is good for both sons.

"Muyiyang, you are not too young, if I remember correctly, old man, you will eat ten years old!"

The head of the village slaps the flask's brain on the bluestone beside the steps. He can see that the two brothers and sisters are not bad to the cousin, so it is better to sell an old brother and sister.

Mu Yiyang was nervous about the village chief: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Well, ten years old is also a half-year-old guy. After another two or three years, I can talk about family affairs and marry a little daughter-in-law."

"Mr. Sanjiu!" Mu Yiyang blushed. He felt more embarrassed about this kind of adult affairs besides being mysterious.

The village chief Weihao: "Oh, what's the embarrassment, you are also a scholar, and today you also saw the madness of your father and mother, do you think the neighbors in the village are blind?"

The meaning of the village head is obvious. Muyi Yang wants to say that he is a close friend. He is afraid that it is because the family has money, and it has a good reputation without money, so it can be said to be a good wife. The daughter of the family married an unreasonable vixen's family and did not spoil her daughter.

Muyi Yang is not stupid. He had a vague feeling in his parents that his parents were not right, and he was afraid to spread the joke by his neighbors. Now that the village chief is so upset, he has a spectrum in his heart. Act, but my little romantic parents do not listen. "

This is also the place where he is very distressed. Mu Rouzang hates his parents, and his father and mother are not yet upset. Previously, he also wanted to repair the two relationships.

"Hey, your father and mother can twist their tempers and wait for the sun to come out to the west! You can usually talk to your father and mother more often and let them converge."

The village chief also had no choice but to say nothing, but he still had to manage it.

After dinner in the evening, the village head and Mu Yiyang were sent away. Mu Hienchi closed the gate carefully.

When he came to the room, Mu Rouxang was sitting on the cymbal, and he looked at the ledger with the oil lamp: "Sister, this is done!"

He has a lot of solidity in his own house and land. At least he and Mu Rou Sang really don't have a hard time this time. The annual income in the land is really visible and tangible.

"Brother, do you say that our field is rented to someone else, or do we hire a long-term worker?" Mu Rou Sang always had no idea and simply asked Hibiscus' thoughts.

Hibiscus originally planned to go out: "Sister, we have a long-term worker, so we have so many pigs in the house, and then pull the pig dung into the ground just in the fat field. The grandfather of the village said today that the ten acres of paddy fields in my family are good. After two more years of careful care, you can grow first-rate fat fields. "

Mu Rouzang thinks he's right. If he scoops out, the fertilizer must not be given to others in vain, and he has to worry about others ruining Liangtian.