CHAPTER 255: CHAPTER 254: JUST LIKE YOU (PART 1)

Mu Shuangshuang knew that Mu Yingying was up to something. She guessed Yingying was going to the county with Mu Dade tomorrow and wanted to show off one last time. If she could drag Shuangshuang down, she’d do it.

Old Mrs. Mu came storming in, as Mu Dade was her precious darling. Anyone saying he wouldn’t pass the exams was like slapping her in the face. So Old Mrs. Mu pointed at Mu Shuangshuang’s nose and asked.

"You ungrateful brat! Spouting nonsense early in the morning, why are you saying your Uncle can’t pass?"

"Granny, I’m also curious why my Uncle can’t pass. He’s destined to become a Champion Scholar, and you’re destined to be the lady of an official’s family."

Old Mrs. Mu’s expression softened a bit, but she still asked unhappily, "Then why did Yingying just say that your Uncle won’t pass?"

"Granny, Sister Yingying is hard of hearing, you know that. Last time you asked her to weigh two liang of meat, didn’t she hear it as two jin? In the end, you had to personally go back and return the one jin and eight liang of meat."

Mu Shuangshuang was all smiles. If Mu Yingying liked to bring up old grudges and talk nonsense, couldn’t she do the same?

Old Mrs. Mu’s face immediately turned black.

Shuang had brought up something she still remembered: when she went to return the meat, the way Wang Erma looked at her. If her eldest daughter-in-law hadn’t stopped her, she’d have beaten that foul-mouthed girl back then.

"Ying, your mother is receiving guests in the front. Don’t just stand there idly. If you make trouble again, don’t expect me to save your mother’s face!"

Mu Yingying didn’t expect that with just a few words, Mu Shuangshuang could redirect their granny’s anger towards her.

She blushed, stiffened her neck, and said, "Granny, it’s not like that. Just now Shuangshuang was saying my Dad couldn’t pass and that the third branch was waiting to laugh at the Old Mu Family."

"Sister Yingying, if you walk the night too often, you’re bound to encounter a ghost. Similarly, if you yell about a wolf too many times, the wolf might really come. Don’t curse Uncle just to drag me down; he’s your real dad."

Mu Shuangshuang prided herself on her quick wit, especially against someone as timid and brainless as Mu Yingying.

Mu Yingying instinctively covered her mouth, afraid that what she said might come true.

Old Mrs. Mu was sharp and quickly understood the situation. She grabbed Mu Yingying’s wrist and said, "Spit quickly!"

Mu Yingying didn’t immediately react and just stared blankly at Old Mrs. Mu.

"Are you deaf? When I tell you to spit, you spit! Or do you actually want your Dad not to pass?"

Mu Shuangshuang knew that spitting had its superstitions. If a rural person said something they shouldn’t have, spitting would make it non-binding.

Old Mrs. Mu would do anything for Mu Dade, even climb a mountain of knives or swim through a sea of fire, so she naturally believed in such things.

Forced to spit, Mu Yingying finally relieved Old Mrs. Mu.

"Ying, you better remember what you should and shouldn’t say. If you go cursing people again, I’ll tear your mouth apart!"

Old Mrs. Mu returned to the courtyard and continued to entertain their guests.

Mu Yingying stomped her feet in anger, but what else could she do?

Mu Shuangshuang, looking smug, returned to her room. When she came out again, she carried a basket covered with cloth, filled with new clothes for Fengzi.

It was Mu Shuangshuang’s first leisurely morning stroll through the village since everyone had gone to the Old Mu Family home to watch the drama. On her way to Fengzi’s house, she didn’t encounter a single villager.

However, it was still quite hot, getting hotter by the day. After a few steps, Mu Shuangshuang felt her clothes soaked through with sweat, perhaps it was going to rain.

When she arrived at Lu Yuanfeng’s house, he was just about to leave, carrying a pair of bamboo baskets on his shoulder without a headscarf, seemingly ready for work.

Mu Shuangshuang was overjoyed, thinking her timing was perfect.

"Fengzi, are you going out?"

Lu Yuanfeng was surprised to see Mu Shuangshuang. She usually wouldn’t come over so early.

"I’m free today, so I planned to help your family transplant rice seedlings. I’ve prepared the baskets already."

"Huh?" This time it was Mu Shuangshuang’s turn to be surprised.

Helping with the farm work?

Although it wasn’t unheard of, in this hot weather, especially at the end of the busy farming season, Mu Shuangshuang declined. "We only have two plots of land. My mother and I can finish the work in two hours, you don’t need to come."

Mu Shuangshuang and Yu Si Niang working together didn’t exhaust themselves like at the Old Mu’s. When they were tired, they took breaks and even did some straw fan crafting at home.

Just by making straw fans, Mu Dashan alone earned nearly five or six hundred coins. If this kept up, the third branch might even buy a better plot of dry land to grow sweet potatoes or soybeans.

Fengzi stood still, demonstrating his decision to help.

Mu Shuangshuang, not having time to worry about this now, said, "Just come with me to your house first. My mom finished making your clothes, so try them on to see if they fit. If not, I’ll take them back to adjust."

Mu Shuangshuang didn’t mention that she herself sewed the pants, not wanting to explain more.

The two went into Fengzi’s house, where Mu Shuangshuang removed the cloth covering the basket and handed over the clothes.

Fengzi’s heart was pounding, as if he received some kind of treasure.

He hesitated standing there, before finally speaking, "Shuangshuang, I haven’t bathed yet. How about I change into them tonight after a wash?"

Lu Yuanfeng couldn’t remember the last time he wore new clothes made from new fabric. Ever since joining the army, he hadn’t seen his family, and the clothes issued were mostly second-hand. The better ones were reserved for soldiers in higher positions.

Even though he wasn’t doing too poorly in the army, he never wore the best clothes.

"Look at you, we aren’t short on just this one new piece. My mom made another one for you, I’ll bring it over next time."

Mu Shuangshuang forcibly pushed Lu Yuanfeng into his room, and he shook out the clothes.

He lightly touched the fabric, which felt very soft and breathable.

The embroidery on the top was particularly good, and when Lu Yuanfeng saw the stitching at the hem of the pants, he seemed to discover something. He took the small pouch Shuangshuang gave him from his bedside and compared it to his own accessory pouch.

Compared to the stitching of the three items, it was exactly the same style.

Lu Yuanfeng clutched the pants tightly, unwilling to let go for the longest time.

Everything from Shuangshuang, he cherished!

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