Chapter 182 (1/2)

Zhu Rongrong was at the intersection of the official road and the path of Ningguan village. Sure enough, he saw the scholar Lang coming from the south. Her heart immediately began to jump wildly, her big hand rubbed hard on her apron, and her palm was full of sweat.

”Fourth uncle.” the little guy said hello to the scholar very politely.

”Oh ~ it's Wulang. What are you?” shushulang looked at the two people in front of him in some surprise. It seems that there is no intersection between the two people, right?

”I... this, i... that ~”

Zhu Rongrong hesitated for a long time and didn't even say a word. At this time, her face was already red.

Shushulang had no impression of this kind and simple pig killing woman for a long time. He just met Zhu Rongrong once when he followed Li to the market. Another is that Zhu Rongrong went to their house to send new year's gifts that day. After that, he regarded this woman as a passer-by in his life.

I didn't expect to meet again today. She is still with Wulang.

”Fourth uncle, this is Zhu Rongrong and sister Rong. She specially sent me home today. Anyway, we're on our way. We might as well go together.” the little guy said with a smile.

Reading Lang nodded his head: ”Oh, that's good.”

Zhu Rongrong couldn't calm down. She didn't expect the little guy to be so considerate. She was so happy. The child really didn't waste his time. For him, he offended the village head's family at once. It's so cute. I really want to kiss him.

Restraining the excitement in his heart, Zhu Rongrong followed shushulang and walked towards the mountain village.

Although the little guy was young, he also noticed that Zhu Rongrong was wrong. He tilted his head and asked, ”sister Rong, are you sick? Why is your face so red?”

Zhu Rongrong subconsciously touched his face with his rough hands. It's a little hot, but it's definitely not because of illness. Since she was a child, Zhu Rongrong has never known what illness is.

”Well, I may have caught a cold,” said Zhu Rongrong, pretending to be a lady.

The little guy suddenly felt that she was even more wrong. At the beginning, she just blushed. Now why can't even walk smoothly?

Shushulang doesn't walk very fast. He doesn't go out of the gate and two doors on weekdays. Walking back and forth every day is enough for him to drink a pot.

The heavy bookcase was still on his back, and a wooden food box was still in his hand. In order to keep warm, the food box is made of heavy wood, and the weight can be imagined.

He noticed that the scholar Lang was panting, and Zhu Rongrong was a little distressed. He took two steps to catch up with the scholar. Without asking, he went straight forward and picked up the food box in his hand.

Before the scholar Lang returned, the bookcase on his back was also entrusted.

”Miss Zhu, what are you doing?” the scholar frowned. His bookcase was full of sages' books. How could a pig killing woman touch it? That's disrespect for saints.

Zhu Rongrong didn't care so much. He said bluntly, ”it's all right. You've worked hard all the way. Take care of Wulang for me. I'll just carry these things for you.”

The scholar Lang robbed and couldn't rob her. He disliked the apron on her that hadn't been changed in time, and there was a lot of pig blood and oil on it.