He tried to immerse himself in the sea of books so that he could forget his worries.

But, the books that usually fueled his thirst for knowledge now felt utterly tasteless.

Every character on the paper was moving, and finally, they all transformed into Yang Ruohong's smiling face, swaying before his eyes...

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When Mrs. Liu entered with a bowl of hot tea, she saw her son holding a stack of scrolls, his eyes fixed intently on them, not turning a page for ages.

Even when she came over, he didn't notice.

What's wrong with this kid?

Widow Liu, her mind full of questions, carefully set down her teacup and was just about to turn and leave.

Suddenly—

"Qing'er"

Mrs. Liu heard these two words from her son's mouth.

Like a whisper, yet like a call.

Rare tenderness, entwined and filled with longing.

Liu the widow's legs went stiff as iron, her whole body frozen in place, just like being struck by lightning!

She never would have dreamed that her usually cold and reserved son would ever speak with such a tone...

He wasn't calling his mother, but a young girl.

That little girl was none other than the fat girl from Yang family's third branch, who had broken off her engagement with him.

"Zi Chuan!"

Liu the widow rushed forward, snatched the scroll from Mu Zichuan's hand, and flung it onto the table with force.

“Are you crazy or something? What's so good about that chubby girl that you would go to such lengths for her? Are you trying to drive me insane?”

Liu the widow angrily roared at Mu Zi Chuan.

Mu Zichuan came to his senses and hurriedly stood up from behind the desk, just like a child who had done something wrong and was caught red-handed.

He was at a loss, his heart sinking as he lowered his head, ready to hear his mother's wrath.

Mrs. Liu, furious, turned as white as a sheet and grasped Mu Zichuan's arms tightly: "Tell me, son, are you still thinking about that plump girl?"

Mu Zichuan didn't say a word, he just raised his eyes to glance at Liu, the widow, who was furious.

He didn't say a word, but the guilt in his eyes was like a dagger, piercing Liu's widow's heart.

Mrs. Liu was so angry that her face turned pale, and her whole body trembled.

She gripped Mu Zichuan's arm with surprising force, her fingernails digging into his flesh. The pain caused Mu Zichuan's handsome brows to furrow together.

“What did that fat girl pour into your soup? Why are you so infatuated with her? She’s fat, ugly, and aggressive. She even left you, humiliating you in front of everyone!”

Mrs. Liu shook Muxi Chuan as if possessed, crying and scolding him.

"Why don't you have a memory? Why are you still thinking about that kind of person? There are plenty of good girls in our Changping village, better than her. Why do you let go of the white steamed buns and insist on competing with that dark-faced lump?"

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Muzi Chuan's thin frame shook back and forth as his mother rocked him.

Let him get hit by fists like raindrops on his shoulders.

Let him cry his heart out, let tears and snot soak him through.

He was still standing straight, fists clenched, brows furrowed.

“Mother, you are right. She is fat and ugly and aggressive, and she embarrassed me. Logically, I should hate her more than anything!”

After a moment, he looked at Mrs. Liu with mournful eyes, his voice choked with emotion and raspy.

There is also a tinge of sadness and helplessness.

But, the son is no good, the son can't control this place!

He spoke in a low voice, raising his hand to clench his fist and strike his chest forcefully.

Liu the widow's cries abruptly ceased.

She let go of Mukizuka, staggering back two steps as if she didn't know him.

An eerie silence fell over the room, with neither mother nor son making a sound.

After a long silence, Liu the widow wiped the tears from her face and gritted her teeth at Mu Zichuan: "Zichuan, don't even think about it! As long as I am alive, that fat girl will never be allowed to enter my Mu family! Even if you become a juren in the future, or even a champion, and want to take her as a concubine, I will never agree, no matter what. Give up on this idea!"

After saying that, Liu's widow slammed the door and left.

In the room, Mu Zi Chuan also slumped back with a dejected face, as if his energy had been completely drained.

When Yang Ruqing got home, she immediately saw Ga Gong and Wu Shu, her second cousin, and Da Niu Shu and a few others working by the wall opposite the west room, beside that empty patch of ground.

Old Sun was whittling bamboo there, and his second cousin Yang Yongjin was chopping wood.

Uncle Wu took his woodworking axe and robe, and was planing a piece of wood.

Uncle Niu was busy sorting through the straw and hay.

Guys, are we building a pigsty here?

Yang Ruqing's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran over.

"Gāgōng, are you guys building a pigsty? Where did you get all the bamboo and wood planks?"

Yang Ruqing asked in surprise.

Originally, it was intended to bring back the piglets, and they were kept in Lao Yang's cattle shed for a few days first.

We'll move them over once the pigpens are built.

Hearing Yang Ruqing's question, Lao Sun chuckled and said, "Your big uncle heard that your mother and them went to catch piglets, so he brought bamboo and wood over to our house and said he would build a pigpen for us."

"You happened to catch your uncle and his friends at home today. They came to see your father, and after a quick discussion, they decided that there's no better time than the present to start building! "

Yang Ruqing suddenly realized.

Lo Fengtang, who was following behind her, put down the wooden bucket in her hand and rolled up her sleeves to join the team building the pigpen.

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Over there, Yang Huazhou also walked over and pointed to an open space in front of him and said to Yang Ruqing: "Ruqing, according to reason, this pigsty should be built with bricks and stones outside, and then plastered with yellow mud for solidity."

“But the place isn't very big, and with those brick and stone piglets around, there's no room to turn around.”

“We got together and decided to build a simple pigpen. We'd build a half-person-high hut with a roof against the wall, and nail wooden doors on both sides to keep out the cold.”

“Put a pig trough over there, and on the other side, dig a shallow pit. When it’s time to clean up the pig feces and urine, just put them in that small pit, and then take them away with a bucket.”

Let's go outside and hammer a circle of stakes into the ground. Then we can tie up some old fishing nets and thorny branches to make a wall about as high as a person.

"The piglets and the chickens and ducks, at that time will all be released together to graze."

"Let me get some bamboo and wood in a few days, and I'll build a coop for the chickens. What do you think?"

After hearing Yang Huaizhou's plan, Yang Ruqing nodded in satisfaction.

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Although it is still somewhat rudimentary in many aspects, to have accomplished this much in such a short time is already very good.

"Fifth Uncle, let's do it your way. I think it's great!"

Yang Ruqing smiled and asked, "How long will it take to build?"

Yang Huazhou said, "With so many of us, we could build it in a day!"

So fast?

That afternoon the little piglets were brought back, and they could move straight into their new home.

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"Okay, Fifth Uncle, Big Bull Uncle, then I'll leave it to you guys. Stay for lunch, everyone. I just bought some vegetables, so I'll cook for you!"

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