"Why don't you hurry up and take the letter to that person?"
Mrs.
Mu held up the letter and spoke to Mu Dajiang arrogantly.
At this moment, Mrs.
Mu had long forgotten that she had just shown off her power in the third room, wanting to fight this and kill that.
Mu Dajiang did not answer the letter and hesitated for a long time before speaking.
"Mom, that gentleman was invited back by both parties.
I'm afraid."
"What are you afraid of?
If anything happens, my old woman will take care of you.
How can that stinky girl change the world?"
"No, mother, I mean, I think we should discuss it with Shuangshuang."
"Fourth, what do you mean, my old woman wants to do something, and a stinky girl has to decide.
If you don't want to go, I will take all four of you and get out of Old Mu's house."
Mu Dajiang was scolded so badly that he was finally forced to go out to find Liu Zian.
He didn't know where Liu Zian was, so he went to the third room to ask.
Mu Shuangshuang was cleaning up the mess in the yard at the moment.
She said she was cleaning up the mess, but in fact she was just arranging the stool where Mu Dazhong was photographed.
She was very protective of her property.
The yard was very lively at the moment.
The little black dog was running around in the yard chasing the chickens that had been freed.
The little black dog was following behind the little black dog, and he was helping the little black dog catch the chickens with a flattering look on his face. .
The two "dogs" worked together and chased the chickens in the house until their buttocks were set on fire.
Mu Shuangshuang saw it, went up and slapped Xiao Hei and the little black dog Laimi twice.
The two little things hid in the house and did not come out for a long time.
Mu Dajiang looked at this scene, and for some reason he felt a little more envious in his heart.
He looked at the flocks of chickens in the third-bedroom yard, and a little black pig that was tied under the willow tree and was digging into the soil.
It was so naive.
The look makes people laugh non-stop.
The life that farmers pursue all their lives seems to have three houses.
There is a house, livestock, and a few more acres of land, and the family is happy.
If you make more money in the future, let Xiaohan study and become a scholar, a scholar, and a top scholar.
The more he thought about it, the more Mu Dajiang felt that the third bedroom had a promising life, unlike their fourth bedroom who didn't even have the right to eat more.
Mu Shuangshuang noticed a fiery gaze behind her, turned around and saw Mu Dajiang standing in the corner of the yard, looking at her chickens and the little black pig with envy.
"Fourth uncle, you're here."
Mu Shuangshuang greeted him with a warm attitude, which made Mu Dajiang's heart soften.
He took out a letter from his pocket and waved it in front of Mu Shuangshuang.
"Shuangshuang, this is your milk.
This is the letter your uncle sent home.
I would like to ask the gentleman you invited to help me read it."
Mu Dajiang's words were a little incoherent.
He knew that just now, his parents came to the third room to make a fuss, and the anger in the third room's heart should not be gone.
"Can you take a look at it?"
Mu Shuangshuang treats things rather than people, and Sifang has already suffered enough.
There is no need for her to vent her anger on Sifang, otherwise she will be no different from the people of the old Mu family.
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"Alas" Mu Dajiang responded and handed the letter in his hand to Mu Shuangshuang.
Mu Shuangshuang opened the letter and read the content.
There was something in her heart that she didn't know whether she should say.
Depend on Mu Dade's letter actually mentioned asking for money, and it was twenty taels.
If she remembered correctly, Mu Dade left with one hundred and eleven taels of silver.
Many farmers had to spend forty or fifty years without eating or drinking before they could save enough silver.
Even poor people may never see so much money in their lifetime.
But Mu Dade had only been there for a few days and had lost all his money.
Now he was making excuses to ask for money.
Mu Dajiang looked at his niece whose expression suddenly changed, and he had the illusion that his niece knew the words, but they clearly didn't.
But even so, Mu Dajiang still asked.
"Shuangshuang, do you know what is written in the letter?"
"No, Fourth Uncle, how would I know?
In fact, it was Liu Zian who taught me a few words yesterday.
I looked to see if there were any similar words on them, but found that there were none."
"That's good, that's good" Mu Dajiang nodded.
"Shuangshuang, where is Liu Zian?
Can I go find him?"
Mu Dajiang muttered for a long time and said.
"At Fengzi's house, Fourth Uncle, please go.
There are some snacks here.
You can bring them to Xia Xia and Xiao Chu."
Mu Shuangshuang went into her room, and when she came out, she took a small oil paper bag with the popcorn she made in the morning and the biscuits she fried.
Mu Dajiang naturally refused to take it and pushed it away for a few times.
"Shuangshuang, you should give this to Xiaohan and Xiaozhi, and don't worry about Uncle Fourth."
"Fourth uncle, you're being polite again, aren't you?
I still have a lot at home.
Even if it's gone, I can make it myself.
You can give it to Xia Xia and Xiao Chu first, so that no one else sees it."
Mu Shuangshuang lowered her voice.
She believed that Mu Dajiang understood what he said.
Sure enough, Mu Dajiang took the oiled paper bag and walked quietly in the direction of old Mu's house.
After a while, no curses were heard from the old Mu family, so they must have passed the test.
"Fengzi, let's go for a walk in the mountains.
There might be another quarrel later."
Mu Shuangshuang said to Lu Yuanfeng who put a basin of water on the little black pig.
"good" The two people packed up casually, took two bamboo baskets, and ran towards Niuwei Mountain in the north.
Now, it was early July, and the weather was not very refreshing.
When he went out, his whole body was soaked with sweat.
Mu Shuangshuang wiped the sweat from his forehead from time to time, and kept gasping for air.
Lu Yuanfeng held up the bamboo basket to block the sun from Mu Shuangshuang next to him, but it was of no use.
The sun was everywhere, but his seriousness moved Mu Shuangshuang.
"By the way, Fengzi, do you want to bake buns on the Ghost Festival?"
The Hungry Ghost Festival is the so-called Ghost Festival.
Besides Chinese Valentine's Day, the second more important festival in July is the Hungry Ghost Festival.
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The ancients took traditional festivals very seriously, and held various festivals in a more solemn way.
Moreover, the Ghost Festival is related to deceased relatives and ancestors, and it is a major event for the whole family.
Lu Yuanfeng was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Mu Shuangshuang to ask this question.
He was silent for a moment before speaking.
"Yes, I will buy gold coins and candles in a few days."
Mu Shuangshuang suddenly felt a little heavy when she thought of Lu Yuanfeng's mother who was snatched away by a wolf.
In comparison, she is really much happier, with her parents loving her, but Lu Yuanfeng, having a father is no different than not having a father.
Mu Shuangshuang stepped forward, took one of the baskets from Lu Yuanfeng's hand, and said softly: "Then let's go together.
When the time comes, we need to stack gold ingots and so on.
I will help you, and you will be responsible for treating me to something delicious."
The gloom in Lu Yuanfeng's heart was swept away.
He grabbed Mu Shuangshuang's hand and the two of them walked towards Niuwei Mountain together
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