Chapter 62:

By noon, she had cut two rafters and laid cotton wool.
Looking back, I saw Mu Yiyang holding a sandbox and trying to learn to write.
"Yi Yang, eat at my house today, my brother should be back in the afternoon." Mu Rouzang was glad he was motivated.
This time Mu Yiyang didn't postpone, he agreed quickly, causing Mu Rouzang to look at him a few more times.
Muyi Yang's heart was quite bitter. His mother was too rude and he blocked him in the room this morning.
Mu Yiyang looked at his mother-in-law very helplessly. He was looking at Mu Yangyi for the first time. He couldn't find a character described in the book: "Mother, what's the matter?"
He didn't want to be an unfilial son. He just said that he was helpless in that day. He just wanted Mu Yang to be safe and no longer go to Mu Rou Sang's house.
Mu Yang's came back yesterday and thought carefully that his son couldn't give Mu Rouzang the dead girl a crooked head. He came to the door of Mu Yi Yang's room early in the morning just to stop him: "You are not allowed to go to her house! "
Opening without hesitation, quite stiff to restrict the poplar.
"mother!"
Mu Yiyang can't figure out why Mu Yang's is so: "Brother Hibiscus and Sang Sang are our relatives and my cousins." He tried to reason with her.
It's a pity that Mu Yang doesn't know the big words. It's better to play with her on the cow than to reason with her. When she heard her son's tone was very affectionate, she stretched out her hand and patted him on the back: "What do you kid know, what good is that girl Huh, you haven't seen her eat well and dress well, and sometimes she used it to honor her elders. "
Mu Yang's is such a person, just remembering that the younger generations need to be kind to her, but they don't remember how the couple treated the juniors in her mouth. Mu Yun's fierce kick killed Murou Sang's original owner. Only now is it possible to complete today's Mu Rou Sang. How can this kind of bitter hatred be extinguished in one word? It is tantamount to life and death.
"Mother!" Mu Yiyang called her again in annoyance, and Mu Yang's twisted mouth and face were deeply engraved in his young mind, and never lingered.
"Mother, how do you treat Sang Sang? Don't think that I am young and don't understand, the whole village has spread."
Mu Yang's dismissive shrugged his lips: "Hum, what can be spread? In the final analysis, she is still a junior, huh, don't think I haven't seen it, the dead mother-in-law of the Qin family didn't know how many things she coaxed."
She was really jealous, watching the Qin family getting better every day. From time to time, she could still smell the meat in her courtyard, so that she drooled continuously. The more she smelled, the more she wanted to eat, the more she wanted to eat her. The more jealous she became, the more she hated her.
Mu Yiyang was very disappointed. The two brothers and sisters Mu Ruosang were really good to him and his sister. After returning from the county, they used to be face-to-face with those from the Zhou family. That's true.
"Ma'am, can you not do this? Who will give Sang Sang's things to her? It's also up to her. Besides, she taught me how to read and write words. This alone saves a lot of money for our family."
Speaking of this, Mu Yang's heart is even more unhappy. Perhaps she would think it was a good thing before, but after going to the Zhou family in the county seat to see the wealthy there, her thoughts changed:
"Huh, what is the silver money for our family, that's how you think about it. You do n’t even look at it. In Zhou's family, doing this kind of work is basically a rude little coward who can't stand on the table. Huh, our family. What's the matter, I'll go out with your dad, everyone will call Master, Madam. "
Mu Yiyang was very depressed, disappointed with her parents, and from dissatisfaction with her family environment: "Mother, I really do n’t know why you think so, I helped her family sweep pigsty in exchange for literacy opportunities, what is there? Wrong? No, I take advantage even more. Even if she is my cousin, she has no obligation to teach me literacy. "
"Well, that dead girl, lost money, what are you doing with her? Are you still her dear brother? Isn't it supposed to teach you literacy? I think she just intentionally told you to do that cheap Good plan, really treat you as a big brother, why not send you to the school? I did not see the dead boy driving the little donkey to school every day. "
The brain structure of Mu Yang's is really different from ordinary people. They have been kicked out by the Zhou family in disguise. They also think that they are good to her. She is Mrs. Mu's uncle. Her daughter will marry into the official family in the future. Yes, it is more important than marrying a merchant to be a widow.
"Mother, you give way, anyway, I must go to Sang Sang's house today." Mu Yiyang said that Mu Yang had no choice but to go forward and pull her away.
"Oh, you child, your mother took the trouble to give birth to you, and raised you with your heart and heart. Now that it is good, you will be stunned by a white-eyed wolf, oh, I am not alive, my son Why do you only believe the dead girl ... "
After all, the Mu Yangs could n’t play Mu Yiyang heartily. The family is so lonely. She will have to support him when she grows old, but she does n’t want Mu Yiyang to go to Mu Roosang ’s house. To deal with the spiteful methods of other women in the village, a fart
shares
sitting on the ground and began to dry up.
"Mother, what are you doing!" Mu Yiyang looked at Mu Yang's head on the ground with a headache, only felt his head hurt.
"Woo, you, your unfilial son, have lost your mother's money to save you money, so you treat your mother like that! Woo, I'm not alive, oh my god, look at this unfilial son ~" Mu Yang's will never say harsh words to Mu Yiyang.
Had to come up with a crying housekeeping skills, Mu Yiyang stood in the room and looked outside, it was not too early, and sighed in her heart: "Mother, Sang Sang said I will sew a new today."
what? Want to make a new padded jacket for your baby? Mu Yiyang's words successfully controlled Mu Yang's cry. She got up from the ground and grabbed Mu Yiyang's two thin arms: "Really fake? She would be so kind? Huh!"
"Mother, it's true. Besides, why can't she be so caring, I'm her dear brother, and I feel guilty for my inability to take care of my two siblings!"
Mu Yi Yang Wen's words, Mu Yang's did not understand every word he said, but he was embarrassed to pull down his face and ask his son, so he understood that Mu Yi Yang said that he was the brother of two brothers and sisters: "Well, shouldn't it be? This is her dear brother. Sewing clothes is the right thing, then you go quickly!"
After tapping the dust on her body, she pulled Mu Yiyang to go to the yard: "My mother hasn't had time to cook breakfast. It's not too late at this time, you go to your sister's house to eat, anyway, her house is not bad. Two, yes, otherwise! "
Mu Yang feels that she is too smart, so that her family can save food for the whole family. She reached out and patted her thigh: "Let's go to her house for breakfast! Isn't she going to make you a bitch? Anyway, one thing is done, and two things are also made. Then make a few more. Just my father and I can replace the old mule. "
After listening, Muyi Yang's face was hot, and he looked around for fear that the neighbors would hear his mother's faceless and skinless words: "Mother, didn't the aunt give me a lot of material?"
"You also said that your aunt sent us materials, and those good materials must be reserved for your elder sister in the future."
Mu Yang has long thought about it. As long as her eldest daughter is close to an official family, it will be enough for her family to eat and drink for a year.
For the first time, Mu Yiyang felt that he was Xiu Cai when he encountered Bing. He couldn't explain clearly: "Mother, can you give your son some facial features?" After he broke his self-study, he became more and more ugly, even in the village. His gossip made him want to find a hole to drill in.
"Facial face? What kind of face is that? Is it a knife-shaped face?" Mu Yang thought his son was hungry. "Then you go to her house soon. Mother saw the dead boy in Mu Hiong's car and went to school." Come back to the face you talked about. I'll call your sister and your father, and go to the dead girl's house later. "
He looked at Mu Yang in shock. How could she take this for granted: "Mother, that's enough! Today I will go to Sister Sister's house by yourself. You stay at home to cook for your father and sister."
Mu Yiyang really has a headache, and now he can gradually understand why Mu Rouzang hates his father and mother so much.
Mu Yang's also remembered the high-end meals of Mu Rou Sang's family. She didn't want to drink the bottomless porridge, and chewed a few leaves of vegetables.
"How about that? Our family just happened to go to her house to eat together. On that day, the mother saw that she had raised a lot of chickens behind her house, and a big fat pig, how could she score more than half of the pork when the New Year."
Think of the savory pork slices, Mu Yang's can't help it.
As soon as Muyi Yang gritted his teeth, he rushed to Muyang and said, "Mother, if you insist on this, you should blame your son for turning his face."
Mu Yangs looked at his ugly face, and thought about what he said in the courtyard of Mu Rou Sang's house that day: "I'm your old lady. Are you upset?"
Mu Yi Yang Lengheng: "Mother, don't force me! My son doesn't want to do this!" After a cold look at her, he went to Mu Rouzang's house after packing.
Mu Rou Sang fixed the line of the mule first, and when the hour was almost noon, he saw Mu Yiyang frowning and looking at the yard in a daze, and walked gently to pat his shoulder.
The delusional Muyi Yang was frightened and looked back at her own little cousin: "Sister Sang, you can scare your elder brother."
"I'm sorry for Brother Yang, I don't know who I want to go to!" Mu Rouzang teased him funny: "Brother Yi Yang, come here, I think this mule is not big enough. Look where it needs to be modified. "
No matter how worried Mu Yiyang was, I saw the little cousin who cared about him so much, and remembered the little girl who was sleeping lazily on the hot nest every day: "Sister Sang, it would be better if you were Fenghuang!"
That broken kid with a green nose? !! Mu Rou Sang remembered her look once, and was instantly disgusted by herself: "Yi Yang, Feng Ye is still young, waiting for you to make a lot of money in the future, isn't she just a Miss Yi Jiao, she still needs to do those things Moreover, I was so envious that Sister Feng Yan was blessed. "
She completely forgot that she was only five years old, and even the smallest scissors were used for cutting clothes. She picked up her clothes and looked at Mu Yiyang's height. This mule sewed on her body and just warmed up. Mu Rouzang didn't care about these cottons and fabrics, so she carried the size just enough for Mu Yiyang to wear it next spring. The children are very handsome, and they will sew a new one next winter.
"Yi Yang, it's ok, you should be able to wear it when you pick up the lights!" As long as the dumplings are laid, the line will run well and the cotton will not slip, and you can quickly make one.
Muyi Yang laughed so much that his mouth was hanging near his ears. Although Mu Yang hurt his son, he didn't hurt enough to sew clothes to him: "Sister Sang, this can really wear it when he picks the lamp?" "He still couldn't believe it.
"Well, yes, Brother Yang, let's make dumplings today!" She wanted to eat kimchi dumplings and drooling.
Mu Yiyang nodded a little shyly. He had eaten dumplings at the Zhou family, knowing what it was, remembering the contempt and disdain in the eyes of the maids and servants of the Zhou family when he looked at him, he held tightly. Your own little hand.
Mu Rou Sang was thinking about kimchi dumplings all the time, and he didn't pay attention to the change of satisfaction of Mu Yiyang.
Let's talk about Mu Yang's heart since Mu Yi Yang went out: "You are dead, you are tanning all over the world
you are still lying on your back
corpses, only the old lady who sees the sky gets up early and touches the dark alone!"
Mu Yun's voice of dissatisfaction soon sounded in the room: "Are you a dead mother-in-law, is your skin tickling! It's time to cook."