"Impossible." Mingyu shouted in disbelief.

"Will your parents lie to you? Be more attentive! From now on, you are not allowed to see him again. Such a person is simply a scum of society." Ming Yu's mother gritted her teeth and was reluctant to beat the person who deceived her daughter.

Mingyu covered her mouth and threw herself onto her bed, buried her face in the quilt and burst into tears.

Originally, Ming Yu's father received a notice to be transferred to another city, but he was still hesitant and did not want to leave Zhenping County. However, in order to prevent his daughter from contacting Mu Zhijun, he immediately agreed to the transfer order and moved out of here.

It was just that as the Chinese New Year approached, Ming Yu's father still had to handle some things, so Ming Yu's mother took Ming Yu to her grandmother's house first, and Ming Yu's father lived at the workplace and never came back.

The Mu family has already had a stumble. Liu Yaomei’s proud eldest grandson and Musheng and Liu Yumei’s proud eldest son have now become the biggest joke. Wang Guiying and Mugen’s family were also implicated and were so embarrassed that they couldn’t raise their heads in the village.

Mu Zhijun now put his only hope on Mingyu. After staying at home for a few days, he went to find Mingyu, but the phone could not be reached. He ran to Mingyu's house and saw only the locked door. After inquiring, he realized that Mingyu's family had moved away. This made Mu Zhijun, who had already had a glimmer of hope, completely stunned this time.

So the disheartened Mu Zhijun hid in the home of Widow Bai. Widow Bai was so angry that she cried several times because Mu Zhijun poured all the dirty water on her at that time, but now her reputation is also bad. Now Mu Zhijun is willing to come to find her, and she can only rely on this man in the future. So Widow Bai ignored the past and still used all her skills to please Mu Zhijun.

As soon as the two of them decided to think that they had no shame to stay in the village, Mu Zhijun gritted his teeth and took the white widow to Changfeng County and entered the factory introduced by Li Xingzhi. Except for Liu Yumei Musheng who later learned about Mu Zhijun's whereabouts, the rest thought he had gone to work far away.

Mu Xiaocao also felt relieved. She knew that Mu Zhijun would never be as glorious as in his previous life.

In the blink of an eye, the Little New Year was coming. Mushui and his family went to the market together. With Muxiu's insistence, they bought a lot of food. Although they had bought a lot of food at home these days.

When I came to the market this time, the backpacks of the four adults of Mushui family were filled with stuffed. On the bus back, they attracted the attention of fellow travelers. Naturally, there were fellow villagers from Yingwu Village here.

Although it is the end of the New Year, in order to welcome the New Year, everyone is willing to buy some delicious food that they are reluctant to buy on weekdays, but there is really no one who buys so many things like Mushui’s family.

"Mushui, you have made money like this, you have bought so much money." Zhou Dazhuang, who went out to the market with the same village, leaned his head and asked Mushui who was sitting in the back row.

"Just how much money Mu Xiu earns when selling pickles, he buys some worthless things." Mu Shui replied with a smile.

Zhou Dazhuang asked again, but the woman next to him pulled her arm down and looked at her in confusion.

"They make money in silence. What do you ask? I really can't tell this person. I used to think he was a honest man, but he ended up having a scene of defrauding the family. After they were separated, they immediately stopped hiding it. It's really a good life. I know people but not the heart." The sister-in-law of the Zhou family rolled her eyes and said sarcastically.

She and Mugen's wife Wang Guiying are from the same village. They have been in love since childhood and have married to the same village. They often hear Wang Guiying say bad things about Mushui's family on weekdays.

"I don't know whose jealous jar has been overturned. It's so sour. We're just living a good life now. In the future, we have to eat meat every meal and wear new clothes every month. Why? Some people can only be jealous of them." Mu Xiaocao directly retorted.

"You..." The sister-in-law of the Zhou family looked angry, but she couldn't refute what Mu Xiaocao said. She was indeed jealous. She was jealous of Mu Shui's family buying such a big house! She was jealous of Mu Shui's family buying so many things for the New Year.

Mu Xiu smiled with a pursed lips. It was great to have a sister who was blocking the front everywhere.

After getting off the bus, on the way home from the station, Mushui's family once again attracted the attention of the villagers.

Except for Mu Shui and Zhou Shuilian who were a little uncomfortable, Mu Xiu and Mu Xiaocao didn't mind other people's eyes.

When he returned home, Zhou Shuilian cooked a pot of porridge, Mu Xiu went to the greenhouse behind the kitchen, pulled out a handful of garlic sprouts, cut some leeks, and a small pot of vegetables, stir-fried garlic sprouts, small greens with garlic and leeks and fried eggs with leeks.

Now in winter, seeing green vegetables is really a big appetite.

Zhou Shuilian picked up the bowl and picked up the spoon, scooped sweet porridge and fed Mu Xiaohua. She opened her mouth and ate it. The rice porridge was not thin or thick, and the sweetness was appropriate. She saw Mu Xiaohua ate several bites in a row, and Li Pandi next to her had already eaten a bowl. Zhou Shuilian was so happy when she saw that her daughter and granddaughter were eating so delicious, and she was still muttering, "Eat more, eat more."

"I really didn't dare to think about this day before," Mushui sighed.

"Dad, good days will be long in the future." Mu Xiu smiled and picked up a chopstick of bacon and put it into Mushui's bowl.

"This sausage is really delicious." Mushui took a bite and praised.

"Wait next year, let's make more, it's better than the pickled bacon!" Zhou Shuilian also nodded repeatedly.

The whole family gathered together and was filled with joy. The cold outside was dispelled by this warmth.

"Mom, mom..." Wang Guiying ran into the yard panting and shouted loudly.

"It's called Mori, the sound is so loud." Liu Yaomei's scolding came from the house. Now Mu Zhijun's incident made her lose all her face, so she was in a particularly bad mood.

"Mom, you don't know that Mushui and his family went to the county market yesterday and bought four large baskets of New Year's goods. They were so popular that they drank spicy food, but they were still eating black radish buns." Wang Guiying said angrily.

"Where did they get the money?" When Liu Yaomei heard that Mushui's family had bought so many things, she ran out of the inner room in disbelief and asked Wang Guiying.

"Last time I heard that Mu Xiu learned to make pickles in the provincial capital. When he came back to sell pickles, he made money and bought Lao Sun's house. Didn't we believe it at that time?" Wang Guiying curled her lips, and only the children believed this.

"It was originally like how much money can you make by selling pickles and buying a house, which was spread randomly, but..." Liu Yaomei pondered for a moment and said to Wang Guiying: "Hurry up and ask what Mushui and the others have been doing recently?"
Chapter completed!