C6

After doing all this, he was so tired that he couldn't even straighten his back, but there was still a lot of work waiting for him to do, so he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

After all, he didn't want to starve to death just a few days after he came back to life.

Mu Jin was reading in the courtyard. Seeing that Shen Jingli had come out, he walked over and asked, "Sister-in-law, where's my brother?"

"I just fell asleep. I'm probably too tired." Shen Jingli once again washed up the bath barrel. He planned to finish later and put in some clean water to wash himself clean, "What happened to your brother? Is it really okay to sleep like this all day? "

"Big brother's been poisoned for over a year." Mu Jin was so worried that his face tightened into a ball.

Shen Jingli was startled, he never thought that Mu Chen's bad health was because of poisoning. He was just a poor peasant, who would poison him like that? should not... He turned around and looked at the house, then looked at Mu Jin. It seemed that they were no ordinary people.

Shen Jingli secretly sighed a few times. As expected, teleportation was not a happy thing, but he was the unluckiest one. Although he was curious about why Mu Chen would get poisoned, Shen Jingli did not want to get involved in the complicated battle. He asked tactfully instead, "It's fine, once we have enough money, I'll ask the doctor to treat your brother's illness."

After comforting Mu Jin for a while, Shen Jingli went back to the kitchen to busy himself.

Mu Chen slept until the sky, and when he woke up, he was outside washing his face and rinsing his mouth.

"Big brother, you're awake." Mu Jin placed the water on the shelf and helped Mu Chen wash up.

"What about him?" Mu Chen looked outside and asked since he did not see Shen Jingli anywhere inside the house and there was no sound from the kitchen.

"Sister-in-law went with Sister-in-law Chen to rush to the market." Mu Jin poured the water out and brought in the breakfast that Shen Jingli had prepared. It was a sweet potato mixed with corn noodle cake and even some vegetable soup, "Sister-in-law said she wants to buy some things."

In the past, our family only had two meals a day at most. In the rural areas, two meals a day was very common, unless you worked in the fields every day, you would only occasionally eat three meals a day, but after sister-in-law woke up, there were only three meals a day.

After breakfast, Mu Jin advised Mu Chen to go out and bask in the sun. Perhaps because he had just eaten his fill, he was in a good mood.

After moving a dilapidated rocking chair, Mu Jin arranged for Mu Chen to sit in a place where the morning sun shone over. Mu Jin, on the other hand, moved a small stool over to sit beside Mu Chen and read.

At noon, an unexpected guest came to the house.

The warm afternoon sun shone onto the courtyard. Mu Jin picked some wild vegetables and fed them to the pheasants. Seeing that there was an extra egg in the chicken coop, he was elated.

Mu Chen was sunning himself in another corner of the courtyard, reading a book. Seeing his brother excitedly feeding the chickens and fishes, he felt a little warmth in his heart, but also a little pain. If it wasn't for those unscrupulous fellows betraying him, as the young master of the Mu Family, why would his young brother be doing all these hard work?

After feeding the fish, Mu Jin washed his hands, and prepared to heat up his lunch, and then cook some soup, when he suddenly heard the clatter of hooves, he raised his head and saw a black stallion in front of his house. On the horse sat a middle-aged man who was about forty years old, dressed in a green robe, with a proud attitude, upon seeing his face, Mu Jin's face darkened and went into the kitchen to light the fire.

Zhao Ming dismounted from his horse, tied it to a tree stump and walked into the courtyard with the broken Mu Family, "Fourteenth Master, how have you been?"

Hearing those words of greeting, which were actually mocking him, Mu Chen did not even raise his head as he coldly said: "Chief Steward Zhao has eyes, could it be that you still not see?"

Hearing Mu Chen's scolding words, Zhao Ming was not angry, but continued to welcome him with a smile. In his heart, he secretly cursed, why is this sickly trash not dead yet, causing him to have to stay in this broken little place to be a supervisor? It was a good time to check on the situation, and cut off his future.

"Fourteenth Master's complexion is not bad, his body should have more or less recovered." Zhao Ming stared at Mu Chen's slightly red face, his eyes darkened. When the Mu Clan was in the funeral, he came with another steward, and at that time, Mu Chen was completely dirty, and was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. He reckoned that Mu Chen was going to die soon, so he stayed in the town for a few more days, thinking that once he died, he would immediately return to the capital to report.

Zhao Ming looked at him, and saw through all of his little thoughts. It was probably because he did not die, which was why he was so disappointed.