Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly: "Compared to your fighting and warfare, this is just a bit of cleverness from me."

Luo Fengtang gave a sheepish smile: “No matter what, in my eyes, my little Qing’er is the smartest!”

“Hee hee, you buttered up so much, you hit the horse's butt!”

She smiled and said.

“Well, I'm going back to my room to rest. You should go back to bed too!”

"Hmm!"

The next day, Li Zheng and his men released the news.

Suddenly, everyone in the village started to suspect each other about who the thief was.

The crops are flooded, and the poultry and livestock have all died. Everyone is really idle at this moment.

I just stay on that deserted island near the Land Temple every day. I make my own food if I have rice and grain.

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Those without food and supplies just wait for Yang Huazhong's family to come and distribute porridge.

There were many topics they discussed sitting together, such as the matter of thieves and the government officials sent down to manage the earthquake relief and water control.

... They talked and laughed, as if the sorrow of having their home destroyed had been diluted by the conversation.

Yang Ruqing also came to distribute porridge with the Sun family.

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On the outskirts of the crowd, she saw a solitary little tent.

Outside other people's tents, there are groups of women and children gathered together chatting.

Only that small tent, cold and deserted.

"Mother, whose tent is that?" she asked.

Sun Shi glanced over there: "It's from Old Mu's family."

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow. Wasn't that where Mu Zichuan's mother, Widow Liu, lived?

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No wonder it's so deserted over there, not even a single person to chat with!

It's peak porridge-making season right now, and everyone has gathered here.

After greeting Mrs. Sun and her granddaughter, she said a few words of thanks and then happily carried the bowl back to eat with delight.

There was no movement inside Liu the widow's tent.

“Yesterday afternoon, I came to give out porridge, but Zi Chuan's mother didn't come out to receive it.”

“I wanted to go and take a look at the situation. As soon as I got to the outside of the tent, I heard her shouting from inside, 'Don't come in!' So I had to go back.” Mrs. Sun whispered.

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Yang Ruqing frowned.

Mrs. Liu was a solitary woman. In the past, she never interacted with others in the village, and her neighbors didn't visit each other.

Under the bright blue sky, the gate to the courtyard and the doors of the hall were all shut tight.

Especially after Mukizukawa left Qingchizhou and went to the capital for over half a year, Liu's widow became even more reclusive.

"I'll go take a look."

Yang Ruqing said, she casually picked up two white steamed buns and put them in a bowl, then walked towards Liu's widow's small tent.

Just as Sun's experience, as soon as she walked to the outside of the tent, she heard Liu's widow's voice from inside: "Don't come in!"

The voice was as cold and distant as ever, keeping people at bay.

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Yang Ruqing’s foot stumbled, then she lifted the tent curtain and crawled inside.

"Go out..."

In the tent, Widow Liu was startled. She turned her head and looked towards the entrance of the tent.

　　Seeing was Yang Ruqing, Liu's widow's brow furrowed together.

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“What are you doing here?” she asked.

Yang Ruqing did not answer Liu's question, her gaze swept over the small tent.

Besides a single sleeping space on the floor, there was no other room in it.

And the things that Mrs. Liu brought out were also quite interesting.

It's not like other people's homes, who have to struggle and toil just to get back half a bag of grain or some clothes from the water.

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The widow Liu's entire family fortune consisted of a bamboo basket.

That bamboo basket, Yang Ruoheng had an impression.

Inside the bamboo basket, there was a blue

Inside were books stacked tightly.

This belonged to Mukizukawa. He used to travel between Changping Village and Qingxiu Town, carrying this bamboo basket on his back.

And, once had its string been torn by a crazy host...

"You go out, I want to rest!"

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Liu's widow's voice once again entered Yang Ruqing's ears, pulling her thoughts back.

When her gaze returned to Mrs. Liu, Yang Ruqing was not annoyed by the unfriendly attitude displayed by Mrs. Liu.

On the contrary, there was a hint of respect in her eyes when she looked at Liu's widow.

>Without mentioning other aspects of Mrs. Liu, she is truly an extraordinary mother in her role as a parent.

When the flood comes, you can give up anything.

His son's books, every article written at the desk late into the night...

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She carefully collected and kept them...

This maternal love is profound and vast.

Maternal love is worthy of respect!

“After not eating for several meals, her eye sockets have sunk in. How can she still sleep?” Yang Ruqing asked.

He immediately crouched down beside Mrs. Liu and handed her a bowl filled with two steamed buns from behind.

“Eat the two buns and then go to sleep,” she said.

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Mrs. Liu was taken aback.

He glanced at Yang Ruqing, then at the two white steamed buns in her bowl.

A complex expression appeared on the woman's pale face.

"Why?" she asked.

Yang Ruqing was stunned.

"What?" She didn't quite understand why Liu the widow asked "for what reason" in such a nonsensical way.

Mrs. Liu frowned and said in a low voice, "You know I don't like to see you. Why do you still bring me steamed buns?"

Yang Ruqing pulled at the corner of her mouth and smiled.

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“I’m not trying to shove my kindness down your throat, but since we’re all from the same village, it wouldn’t look good if you starved to death!”

“You…” Mrs. Liu was so angry her face turned red.

“I’m so hungry I could eat anything, even if it's from your old Yang family!” said the widow Liu.

"Don't say those useless things, just eat!" Yang Ruohong handed the steamed bun to Widow Liu.

"If you get sick, you'll still need someone else to take care of you when it comes to eating, drinking, using the bathroom."

"Having shit and urine in your crotch, phlegm stuck in your throat, being tormented back and forth by people, worse than an animal, would you want that?"

She deliberately spoke to provoke Liu the widow.

Hearing this, Liu the widow was indeed shaken.

She snatched the steamed bun from Yang Ruqing's hand and ate it voraciously.

While eating, he glared at Yang Ruqing several times.

She wouldn't let anyone control her. She wanted to be able to run and jump, she would wait for Zichuan to come back!

Seeing that Mrs. Liu had devoured both steamed buns in one breath, Yang Ruqing smirked secretly.

Muczi's competitive spirit, coupled with his sensitivity, reminds me of this woman.

Yang Ruqing glanced at it, picked up the empty bowl and went out of the tent.

Mrs. Liu was still stuffing bread into her mouth, gazing at the falling tent curtain. Her chewing slowed down.

Suddenly, she realized that what she had just said was a scare tactic.

And he, truly fell for this girl's scheme and started eating the steamed buns.

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Liu's expression was complex as she stared at the tent curtain, increasingly finding it difficult to understand Yang Ruqing.

But one thing is certain, this girl doesn't seem as bad as I imagined...

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