As dusk fell, the farmers in the fields returned home one by one. Smoke began to rise from the village roofs.

The shepherd rode on the ox, blowing his flute. The melodious tunes of the flute were carried far and wide by the cool breeze...

Yang Ruqing, carrying a basket of cleaned eels, greeted the Sun family and quietly left the village.

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The irrigation ditches and bunds of the rice paddy at the village entrance were her battlefield.

Place the eel pipes in suitable ditches, and disguise them beside with mud and water plants. With six or seven pipes, they will be all settled within half an hour.

Looking up, dusk was settling in, and there wasn't a single figure to be seen in the fields.

Yang Ruqing walked back contentedly, squatting by the pond at the village entrance to wash her hands clean.

Footsteps, slow and steady, came from the dike. They were getting closer.

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Then, an unpleasant male voice entered Yang Ruohong's ears.

"This spot is where villagers come to draw water for drinking. You should wash your hands over there."

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Yang Ruqing turned her head and saw a young man in a blue cloth shirt standing on the dam, looking down at them. The young man was carrying a wooden bucket for drawing water in his hand.

As dusk settled privately, Yang Ruqing couldn't quite make out the features of the tall boy at first glance.

"Sorry, I got it mixed up. I've already washed it. Let me get you some water!"

She hurriedly stood up and stepped aside to let the young man from their village come over for a drink of water. Let me know if you have more text you'd like me to translate! ?

She is just like that. When there's no conflict of interest with others, or if she realizes she's wrong, her temper is very mild and she can accept criticism from others very well.

The big boy then carried the bucket down, when he passed by Yang Ruqing, he glanced at her who was wiping her hands there.

Well, it's not a big deal if you don't look at it. But once you do, you'll be surprised!

"Is it you?"

Mu Zichuan's eyebrows furrowed instantly, his eyes flashing with anger!

Yang Ruqing looked up and sized him up, her mind suddenly filled with fragments of the original owner's last memories.

The handsome boy gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression: “… If you truly like me, then go die…”

Yang Ruqing's face immediately fell, something churning in her chest!

She knew that was the original owner's feelings lingering in her body. Her soul had taken possession of this body, inheriting the memories of the original owner, and naturally, she would also feel some of the original owner's emotions!

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Anger, bitterness, pain...

There are many complex emotions, all surging through her heart together.

Finally, everything transformed into a cold sneer from her: "He, it's me. What about it? Still want to swindle me into jumping into the river and dying again? Dream on!"

Mu Zi Chuan was stunned, looking at Yang Ruohui in disbelief.

He's still as fat as a barrel.

However, the bird's nest-like mess of hair was gone, replaced by smooth, combed hair, with two braids hanging down in front.

All the dirt and grime on his face was gone. Although his features were still somewhat distorted, his face was clean.

Mu Zi Chuan took a sharp breath, not only because of the sharp tongue of the girl before him, but also because her eyes were no longer clouded!

Very bright and clear!

The moon at the top of her head slowly rose, moonlight shone on her, and her eyes were even brighter than the moonlight above!

"What are you looking at? Never seen a pretty face before? Keep staring and I'll pluck your eyes out and feed them to the dogs!"

Yang Ruqing glared at Zi Chuan with fury, even miming with two fingers before turning to leave.

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Behind her, the wooden barrel crashed to the ground with a thud, but her arm was seized by Mu Zichuan.

“Hold it right there!” he growled in a low voice.

Yang Ruqing lowered her eyes to look at the hand gripping her wrist. It was clean and delicate, obviously belonging to someone who held a pen.

"Let go!" she shot him a glance, her voice cold.

"I have something to ask you!" Mu Zi Chuan said in a deep voice, glaring at Yang Ruohua, his eyes filled with anger.

"Really not?" Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow, completely ignoring Mu Zichuan's words.

Sister's wrist, is it something that you, a little punk with no experience, can touch just by saying so?

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“If you don't let go, you'll be the one suffering!” Yang Ruqing said.

“Hmph, if you struggle again, don't blame me for being impolite!” Mu Zichuan frowned suddenly, feeling that the plump girl in front of him was quite fierce!

Let go?

Here's a joke!

If she were to run home in a flash, how could he even question her about the annulment?

You know, these two days, he tossed and turned, but still couldn't swallow that breath.

Me? I, myself, was rejected by a fat and ugly country bumpkin?!

Right as I was still fuming, the young girl in front of me had already started to move.

Mù Zǐchuān hadn't reacted to what had happened. He only felt a sharp, piercing pain at the base of his wrist.

He grunted in pain, his hand numb with agony, taking two steps back. He accidentally kicked the wooden bucket beside him into the water.

The wooden bucket bobbed up and down in the water, and in the blink of an eye, it was pushed far away by a wave.

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Mu Zichuan didn't bother arguing with Yang Ruohong. He turned and squatted down by the water, reaching out with his arms to try and hook the bucket!

That wooden tub was bought by mother a few days ago when she went to town. The old one had broken. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

If the bucket can't be found, getting scolded by mother is a small matter. But if we can't boil water for a bath tonight, that's a big problem!

Thus, Mu Zichuan leaned forward even harder and tried to touch the wooden barrel with his fingers.

The bucket was also mischievous, not too far or too close, just bobbing up and down under Mu Zi Chuan's nose. He could almost reach it with his fingertips, but it always seemed to slip away!

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After repeating this several times, a layer of sweat beaded on Mu Zi Chuan's fair and handsome face!

Yang Ruqing stood behind him, watching everything carefully, and couldn't help but chuckle with her belly.

"A scholar who is useless in practical matters, this saying is truly not false at all!" she said. "He can't even lift a bucket! Mu Zi川 ah Mu Zi川, your intelligence really makes me anxious! Don't you spend every day entangled in theories and let yourself be driven mad by books?"

Mu Zi Chuan turned around and glared fiercely at Yang Ruqing, his teeth gritted together in anger.

If it were Yang Ruqing from before, seeing her loved one like this, she would have probably been scared to tears.

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But now, Yang Ruqing saw Mu Zichuan like this, and she laughed even more happily!

"What are you looking at me for? I didn't kick your bucket over!"

“What are you still doing?! Help me think of a way!” Mu Zichuan was genuinely panicked. He could see another wave coming, and he couldn’t even reach the edge of the barrel anymore!

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Yang Ruqing curled her lips and looked at Mu Zichuan with a stupid look: "Why should I help you? What does it have to do with me! I've already kicked you out, you're not my fiance anymore, I don't need to help you!"

“You!” Mu Zichuan was so angry he almost fell headfirst into the water.

This dead fat thing, is it still biting back?

She took the initiative to step on him first, before he even had a chance to demand justice for what happened. Instead, she used it to shame him.

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