Nettle grass is also called biting grass in this area.

In autumn, there are clusters of them in the woods and on the ridges.

People and animals here don't touch it because it has thorns that can sting people.

Yang Ruoqing carried the cooked pig food to the pig pen and fed the pigs and chickens, while cleaning the pig pen.

The henhouse was still empty, not a single egg.

She was a little surprised, so she grabbed the old hen and touched the back of her butt.

I have a good idea.

After putting the old hen back, she took the dirt out of the pig pen and put it in a dustpan to the small dung bag behind the yard.

To put it simply, a small dung bag is a place where farmers use to dump garbage, pig manure, chicken manure, dog waste, rotten vegetable leaves and other things.

These things are piled up together and exposed to the sun and rain.

Over time, it naturally fermented and evolved into farmyard manure.

Wait until spring when the fields are plowed and then transport them to the fields, which will be beneficial to the growth of crops.

When Yang Ruoqing came back from the backyard, Mrs. Sun was already busy in the kitchen.

"Mom, what are you having for breakfast tonight?" she asked with a smile.

"Corn flour batter is filling and simple!" said Sun.

In a short while, the fragrant and sweet corn batter will be cooked.

Daan and Xiaoan also finished washing and came to the kitchen. After sending Yang Huazhong's bowl, everyone sat around the small table in the kitchen to have breakfast.

Yang Ruoqing asked Ms. Sun, who was sitting opposite her: "Mom, did you pick up eggs from the henhouse yesterday?"

Sun said: "No, I haven't even done it yet!"

Yang Ruoqing raised an eyebrow: "No, it used to live in my house and laid one egg a day. It's been two days since I moved to the pig pen, and half of the eggs haven't been laid yet. What's going on?"

"Did you eat too little and not lay eggs?" Xiao An asked in a childish voice.

"This is unlikely." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Could it be that he went down somewhere else?" said Sun.

"It doesn't look like it." Yang Ruoqing said: "I cleaned the pigsty this morning and looked for it in every corner, but I didn't see it. Besides, the height of the wall means it's a chicken, not a goose, so it can't fly out."

"Maybe it was stolen!" Da'an said coldly.

Yang Ruoqing and Sun set their sights on Da'an together.

Mrs. Sun said: "Don't talk nonsense, how can a thief attack just for an egg?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Hey, mom, don't tell me, some people are so short-sighted that they steal even eggs and chili sauce!"

Mrs. Sun knew who Yang Ruoqing was talking about and smiled helplessly.

Suddenly thinking of something, Mrs. Sun said: "It's hard to say this without proof. However, yesterday morning, I did see your fourth aunt standing over our pig pen."

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up, "The fourth aunt is the most suspicious."

Daan nodded in agreement.

"Da'an, Xiao'an, be smart! That thief has grown his appetite, and he might even take away our old hen!" Yang Ruoqing ordered.

Daan and Xiaoan nodded together.

"I touched it just now. The hen has eggs. I'm sure this one will be able to lay them!" Yang Ruoqing added.

Da'an said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, sister, if the thief dares to come again today, we will definitely catch her!"

"good!"

With Da'an, a profound young lady, in charge, Yang Ruoqing was completely at ease.

There was still some polenta paste in the pot, so Yang Ruoqing filled a bowl and put two spoons of caramel on it.

He used another bowl to hold it upside down, and then put it into a bamboo basket together with yesterday's clean clothes.

"Mom, I'm going to visit Tangyazi. Let's cook lunch at my house. You weigh ten kilograms of soybeans and soak them in water first."

"Hey, just go and do your thing. Huangdouzi will come and soak it after washing the dishes, so you don't have to worry!"

"Well, then I'm going!"

Carrying the basket, Yang Ruoqing walked out of the house.

Here, Sun rushed to Yang Huazhong's house excitedly.

"Her father, let me tell you, our Qing'er is really good to Tang Yazi!"

"What do you say?" the man asked, sitting up.

"Yesterday I brought Tangyazi's clothes to be washed, and now I'm giving Tangyazi some corn paste."

"Haha, that's good, that's good!"

"I also heard Xiao An secretly tell me that his sister didn't sleep at night, and even took out a flower from under the pillow to look at it, and laughed while looking at it..."

"Is there such a thing? Where did the flowers come from?"

"Nine times out of ten, it was sent by Tang Yazi!"

"If that's the case, then Tang Yazi will really have enlightened himself..."

Yang Ruoqing carried the basket and walked forward along the bluestone road.

At the next corner, she heard someone calling her from behind.

Turning around, she saw a man standing under the courtyard wall of a house on the diagonal side, looking towards her.

Muzichuan?

Yang Ruoqing was surprised, and then her eyes fell on Mu Zichuan.

He was still wearing the seventy-percent-new sky-green dress with black cloth shoes on his feet.

In one hand he held the book bag his mother had sewn for him. The bag was bulging, obviously filled with books.

In the other hand, he held a rain gear.

He looked like he was about to go out.

"Muzichuan, what's the matter with calling me?"

Yang Ruoqing turned around, smiled at him, and asked.

Mu Zichuan looked at her with a complicated expression and said in a loud voice: "Qing'er, I'm here to say goodbye to you. I'm going to go to the school in the town to study. After I leave, I won't be able to return to the village until the New Year."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Well, you should concentrate on your studies and do your best in learning!"

Mu Zichuan smiled faintly, "After ten years of hard work, no one asked me, and I became famous all over the world in one fell swoop. Qing'er, I will definitely study hard, and in the future I will shine brightly and become famous!"

Yang Ruoqing secretly rolled her eyes and said, Damn, I encouraged you a few words and even sang.

I hate shouting slogans the most!

"Okay, then go quickly and don't waste time!"

She waved her hand to him and turned to leave, but was stopped by him again.

"What else is going on?" she asked.

"Qing'er, where are you going in such a hurry?" he asked.

"I have something to do at Tangyazi's house!" she said.

Luo Fengtang?

Mu Zichuan frowned slightly, and then his eyes noticed the bamboo basket she was carrying.

In addition to the two bowls turned upside down, there was also a neatly folded men's clothing.

"Are those the clothes you made for him yourself?" he asked, pointing to the clothes in the basket.

Yang Ruoqing also glanced at the basket, smiled and said: "No, I haven't learned how to cut clothes yet. They are his own clothes. If they are dirty, I will take them back and wash them for him before sending them over!"

Mu Zichuan's expression suddenly changed.

He looked at Yang Ruoqing with a complicated expression and asked, "Qing'er, what's the relationship between you and Tang Yazi? Are all the things the villagers say behind their backs true?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

Seeing that Mu Zichuan took the initiative to say goodbye to her, she stopped to chat with him.

Didn't she expect him to come up and question her?

It seems that we can no longer have a pleasant chat!
Chapter completed!