Yang Ruoqing said: "I accepted it because I didn't want to go against his wishes."

"But if I burn it myself, my mother and the others will definitely ask where it came from."

"After much thought, I still don't want my mother and others to know that Mu Zichuan sent me charcoal in private!"

She had made it very clear to Mu Zichuan today.

Just this once, never happen again.

I believe he will never come again.

Yang Ruoqing felt that this little episode could be kept away from the kindhearted parents.

If they knew about it and felt grateful in their hearts, there would inevitably be some entanglements if they turned back.

"Tangyaozi, take your charcoal back and burn it."

Yang Ruoqing urged again.

Luo Fengtang thought for a while and nodded: "Yes!"

"It's in the kitchen, I'll get it for you."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and entered the kitchen.

"Huh?"

Then a surprised cry came from her in the kitchen.

"What's wrong Qing'er?"

Luo Fengtang followed in immediately.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the corner of the wall with a confused look on her face.

"No, I just put the charcoal here, but why did it disappear as soon as I turned around?"

she asked.

"Maybe he put it somewhere else? Look for it again?"

Luo Fengtang suggested.

"It's impossible. The place I put it in is absolutely correct."

She said very firmly.

Luo Fengtang was also confused. He scratched his head and looked around.

"A mouse can't hold it in its mouth, and charcoal won't fly away by itself. Third Aunt and the others are all warming themselves by the fire in the house. Could it be..."

"It must have been stolen." Yang Ruoqing concluded.

Just now she put the charcoal in the corner, closed the kitchen door and went to the next room.

She thought about the blue sky and white sun, and everyone was in the next room.

Logically speaking, there are no such bold thieves.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, this thief is so brave!

"Who could have stolen it?"

Yang Ruoqing held her chin and thought about it.

The first suspect that flashed in my mind was my fourth aunt.

The fourth aunt is one month old and has started jumping around again recently.

Maybe he came back from the latrine and came to the kitchen to peek.

Then when he saw it, he took the sheep away.

Damn it!

"Catching thieves and catching stolen goods, Qing'er Mo Duo guessed, just be more careful next time."

Luo Fengtang consoled him from the side.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, that was all she could do.

"Qing'er, then I'll leave first."

"okay."

Luo Fengtang left.

Yang Ruoqing was still standing in the kitchen, looking at the empty corner and frowning.

It seems that the charcoal sent by Mu Zichuan is destined to fail to burn.

What an arrogant thief, it’s best not to be caught by your sister when you turn around!

…

In the front yard of Mr. Liu’s house.

Yang Huaming was sitting on a stool with his legs crossed and cracking melon seeds.

Mrs. Liu sneaked into the house, turned back and closed the door tightly.

"Daddy He'er, I have a happy event to tell you!"

Mrs. Liu turned around and ran towards Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming took a look at Mrs. Liu's big belly and was so frightened that he almost slipped off the stool.

"Oh Mom, why did my belly get bigger again after I went to the toilet? I haven't touched you for more than a month..."

"嘁~"

Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes at Yang Huaming, lifted up the hem of her clothes, and pulled out a small twine bag.

"He'er dad, come and see what this is!"

"What?"

Yang Huaming looked over and saw what was in the bag, and his eyes lit up.

He threw the melon seeds in his hand onto the plate, reached out and fished out a piece of charcoal and looked at it in front of his eyes.

"Hey, this is second-grade charcoal. This is what is burned in the Yongxian House in winter. It is very warm!"

Yang Huaming smacked his lips and said.

"How did you get it?" he asked Liu immediately.

Mrs. Liu looked proud and said in a low voice: "I came back from using the toilet and saw that the kitchen door in the third room was unlocked, so I slipped in and took a look."

"When I saw this, I was afraid that some fat guy bought it, so I brought it back."

"Well, if you don't bring it, it's for nothing!" Yang Huaming nodded in approval.

Mrs. Liu was even more proud.

"Daddy He'er, let's get a brazier later and burn this charcoal to keep warm in the house," Mrs. Liu said.

"If my mother asks, how about we just tell her that my mother's family sent it here?"

Yang Huaming glared at Mrs. Liu: "What are we doing with this thing? It's just a waste of money."

"If you ask me, it's better to sell it and exchange it for money." Yang Huaming said.

"Where to sell it? The villagers are all poor and can't afford to burn it!" Mrs. Liu said.

Yang Huaming said: "Don't worry about this. I'll give it to my second brother and let him help sell it."

"Second brother is in town, so you still have to send him to town?" Ms. Liu asked.

"Second brother and his father-in-law are celebrating their birthdays these two days, and their whole family has returned to the village." Yang Huaming said.

"Okay, then you can get rid of it later."

"I'll go right away."

Yang Huaming put on a coat, hid the bag containing five kilograms of charcoal under his arm, and hurried out the door.

Old Yang's family at the south end of the village.

Yang Huaming found Yang Hualin, and the two brothers came to the door of the house to talk.

Yang Huaming told Yang Hualin this matter, and Yang Hualin narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.

"I've heard in town that Sanfang and Juweixuan are doing tofu business. I'm afraid they made a lot of money, and all the charcoal was burned!"

Yang Hualin looked angry.

Yang Huaming did not pay attention to these, and only urged Yang Hualin.

"Second brother, help me get rid of this charcoal so I can get some pocket money."

Yang Hualin's eyes fell back into the bag, he thought for a moment and said, "This second-grade charcoal sells for eight cents per catty in town. I'll take the five cents for you."

When Yang Huaming heard the price, he started shouting anxiously.
To be continued...