Chapter 151 Responsible

   "Mom, I'm happy now, I don't need to protect." Chu Ziluo couldn't help grinning when she heard Ye Muyu's favorite words.

  Chu Jin heard a little half-knowledge, "Mother, so I am still a younger brother, but I can do what my brother does?"

   "Not bad." Seeing what he said, Ye Muyu smiled a little.

  For a sensible child like Ziluo, it is most suitable for her to be cared for and raised.

   But Xiao Jin is more skinny, and Ye Muyu hopes that he can grow into a responsible man.

  Chu Jin's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Mother, I understand."

   "Sister, mother, eat quickly, I can eat after eating." Chu Jin urged.

  Seeing that he was not wronged at all, and was enjoying himself, Ye Muyu was a little surprised, but then he was a little satisfied, so he started.

  Seeing this, Chu Ziluo also picked up vegetables. Chu Jin just started to eat, and he still remembered the habit of not wasting food, so he ate slower than before.

   Had lunch.

   All three of them were well fed.

  Ye Muyu cleaned up the dishes and began to take a lunch break.

   Both children are the same.

   An hour later.

  Ye Muyu got up, and saw that the sky outside was a bit dark, and it looked like it was going to rain.

  Thinking that many villagers have harvested wheat recently, this thunderstorm is coming, I am afraid that they will rush to harvest.

  Ye Muyu immediately put the lid on the well to prevent the rain from damaging the milk in the bucket inside.

   There was a bang.

   It started to rain.

  The people next door were really talking, they were all rushing to harvest food.

  But before the thunderstorm came, there were dark clouds all over the sky, and the villagers who knew the weather had already harvested wheat in a hurry when it was getting dark.

  So when it rained, the villagers had already harvested the wheat.

  Ye Muyu looked at the rain falling from the sky, and at the sky that instantly darkened, it was so dark that it was a little scary.

   But the air suddenly cooled down.

  Ye Muyu looked at the rain curtain, sat under the eaves, holding a needle and thread in her hand, and suddenly remembered that this was similar to the weather when she first traveled here.

   Unexpectedly, a month has passed so quickly.

  She was slowly getting used to the life here. Sure enough, people are the most adaptable. She wanted to know these people, but for a while, she felt a little bit reluctant.

  The two children are the ones she has spent the longest time with. On the contrary, the memories of her previous life seem to have become a thing of the past.

  Ye Muyu sighed, smiled lightly and shook her head, she didn't seem to want to go back.

   "Mother, is the village school not going to class anymore? It's raining so hard." Chu Ziluo was also sewing a handkerchief, on which most of the lotus flower had already appeared, and it was only a matter of finishing.

   "Let's see first, if it's still raining after a quarter of an hour, I'm afraid the village school won't be in class, and someone will definitely deliver the letter by then."

   "Okay." Chu Ziluo sat obediently aside, without any objection, but looked up to the outside of the yard from time to time.

  Because there were thieves before, the courtyard door at home is usually closed.

  But this time it is raining, let the rainwater flow out along the slate, and open the door backwards.

   "It's raining harder and harder."

  A few more thunderclaps, followed by pouring downpours of rain.

  The tiles were flying, Ye Muyu got up, checked the room, and made sure there was no leak.

   It rained for half an hour before it stopped.

  When the rain was almost drizzle, Ye Muyu took an umbrella and went out, "Ziluo, you wait at home, mother will pick up your brother."

"Mom, you go, I'll cook some **** soup." Chu Ziluo had been cooking since she was five years old, but after Ye Muyu came, she was not allowed to enter the kitchen, but there was another female artist competition, Cooking is one of them, so she usually knows how to cook.

  (end of this chapter)