Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

"What? You said all this charcoal was given to my family?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

Yang Ruoqing said: "No, no, you and your uncle have to keep some braziers to keep warm!"

Luo Fengtang shook his head and said: "We two gentlemen are not cold."

"We are all made of flesh and blood. It's freezing cold. How can we not be cold?" Yang Ruoqing said.

"Hehe, in the past few years we never warmed up by the fire!" Luo Fengtang said.

"What's more, this year we also have cotton shoes and cotton clothes, so they'll keep you warm!"

He threw the bag containing fruit charcoal onto his shoulder and raised his feet to leave, but Yang Ruoqing grabbed him.

"You have to listen to me on this matter and keep half of the fruit charcoal for your own fire. Otherwise, I won't take half of it from you!"

Yang Ruoqing lowered her face and said seriously.

Luo Fengtang was stunned. He didn't expect Qing'er to fight on it.

However, he understood the girl's concern.

"Qing'er, be good, you can use this charcoal first."

"There's still wood in this room, I'll just burn some more later."

After saying these words, Luo Fengtang picked up his bag and strode out of the kitchen.

…

Luo Fengtang carried a basket full of wood scraps in his left hand.

The right hand is holding a twine bag of fruit charcoal.

Yang Ruoqing swung her hands with her hands free, and the two of them walked toward Old Yang's house, talking and laughing.

Just as she turned the intersection ahead, Yang Ruoqing's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Qing'er, what's wrong?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing raised her chin and gestured forward.

"Why is that guy standing there?" she asked.

Following her guidance, Luo Fengtang also looked over.

I saw Mu Zichuan pacing at the entrance of the alley, his eyes occasionally looking around.

"Looking at him like this, he seems to be waiting for you, Qing'er."

Luo Fengtang said, the smile in the boy's eyes faded a bit.

His eyes locked on the lean and tall figure in front of him, and something unpredictable flashed across his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head directly.

"It's impossible. He and I are currently on opposite sides of the road."

"How about making a bet?" He turned his head and looked at her with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to say, just gamble, who is afraid of whom?

At this moment, Mu Zichuan, who was wandering over there, spotted Yang Ruoqing here.
Chapter completed!