Mu Shuangshuang cut a row of rice on the ridge and returned to where she started, when she saw Lu Yuanfeng running, out of breath.

His hands were empty, he wasn’t holding anything.

Mu Shuangshuang put down the sickle in her hand, picked up a jug of water from the ridge, and walked over.

"What were you doing? Why are you so out of breath?"

Without bothering to wipe the sweat off his forehead, Lu Yuanfeng said, "I went back to count, I only have two taels of silver at home, three sets of bows and arrows, four mud houses, about an acre and a half of farmland, a fish pond that’s an acre, and then there’s the vegetable garden..."

Lu Yuanfeng listed his family’s possessions clearly for Mu Shuangshuang, who was puzzled, then saw Lu Yuanfeng say, "Shuangshuang, this is all the property my family has, it’s not enough, but I want to get engaged with you first. Once I’ve earned enough, I’ll ask your third uncle and aunt to marry you to me!"

Lu Yuanfeng spoke slowly, but very sincerely.

Mu Shuangshuang sighed. This kid must have been goaded by Mrs. Qian’s words.

"Do you really want to marry me?" Mu Shuangshuang asked seriously.

Lu Yuanfeng nodded heavily: "Yes! No matter the cost, no matter what Shuangshuang asks me to do!"

In this life, Lu Yuanfeng had decided on the girl in front of him, no matter what.

"If I were a heartless woman, just out to cheat your money, lazy and seeking pleasure, would you still want to marry me?" Mu Shuangshuang asked again.

"Yes!" Lu Yuanfeng nodded solemnly and then explained, "Shuangshuang is not that kind of person!"

"Alright then, we’ll set the engagement in December. When we’re older, we’ll fix a day for the wedding!" Mu Shuangshuang said.

At this moment, Lu Yuanfeng realized what it meant to have all the luck in a lifetime fall on one day.

He looked at Shuangshuang in amazement, full of disbelief.

A feeling of happiness and sweetness welled up in his heart.

"Shuangshuang, are you serious? You’re not lying to me? I’m not dreaming?"

The three consecutive questions were enough to prove Lu Yuanfeng’s excitement.

"Of course, I’m not joking. But to be my man, you must listen to me. In the future... in the future, you cannot be with other women, you cannot look at women more beautiful than me, and you must not quarrel with me over other women."

Mu Shuangshuang hadn’t thought of marrying Lu Yuanfeng just for a day or two.

Though she had no romantic experience, she knew that in her previous life she dealt with many men, but none made her feel as good as Fengzi.

In short, she had decided on Fengzi.

Since Fengzi would be hers sooner or later, she would protect her man well and not let him get entangled with other women.

"I agree to everything!" Lu Yuanfeng burst into laughter, looking like a fool.

On the ridge, everyone only saw Lu Yuanfeng and Mu Shuangshuang talking, but no one knew what they were saying.

However, Yu Si Niang, being Shuangshuang’s mother, could tell from the happiness in her daughter’s eyes.

It seemed there would be a happy event in the third branch soon.

Once this matter was settled, Mu Shuangshuang and Lu Yuanfeng still had to work. The two discussed, and at lunch, Yu Si Niang would find Matchmaker Sun to set the engagement date.

When the time came, invite a few acquaintances, have a meal, set off some firecrackers, and when they actually got married, they would celebrate grandly.

Mu Shuangshuang continued cutting rice with her sickle, and Lu Yuanfeng used a shoulder pole to carry the rice to the ridge and then used a cart to transport it to their yard or the village’s common threshing ground when night fell.

Not to mention, although there were not many people working in the third branch, their work efficiency was unmatched.

It’s like the people of the Old Mu Family, all crowded into an acre of land, but everyone worked at the pace of a snail.

Mu Xiangxiang stood on the ridge, looking disdainful, refusing to go down.

But with Old Mrs. Mu not around, who would feel sorry for her?

"Dad, my little sister still isn’t going to the field. If she doesn’t work, neither will we!" Mu Dazhong and Mrs. Lin stood side by side, and after a long time, they hadn’t cut an inch of land together.

One sweep of the sickle, and they need to rest for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, longer than the time it takes to relieve constipation.

The rest of the branches weren’t much better.

Mu Danian was still sitting on the ridge, not even the sun touched him.

The fourth branch, Mu Dajiang, although not slower than others, had saved his strength compared to before.

The two girls in the main branch, not worth mentioning, had never cut rice; even their grip on the sickle was wrong.

Mr. Mu stood on the ridge, almost steaming with anger.

He thought calling people out would solve the problem, but it ended up being a game in the field.

Especially when Mr. Mu looked up and saw his former fertile land, where Yu Si Niang and Shuangshuang were working diligently, he felt even more uncomfortable.

From Mr. Mu’s direction, that land had already been cut several rows, and the speed of Shuangshuang and Si Niang was incredibly fast, a row of rice was gone in no time.

On the ridge, the stacks of cut rice were like small hills, gradually piling up.

Mr. Mu suddenly felt a sense of sadness, his three sons couldn’t even match the work done by children in the third branch.

Sadness indeed!

Mr. Mu himself didn’t want to admit it, but without the mainstay of the Old Mu Family, the third branch was thriving, building houses, buying land, starting vegetable gardens, and Shuang making money from business.

Their income was something the Old Mu Family couldn’t match up to.

And the Old Mu Family, lacking the laborious beam, was gradually tilting...

"Dad, what are you looking at? Still not working?" Mu Dazhong saw Mr. Mu standing in the field, fearing he himself would have to work later, so he reminded Mr. Mu.

That reminder sparked Mr. Mu’s anger.

"Old Dazhong, you have the nerve to talk, look at how much rice you’ve cut in front of you? And look at the work the third branch has done?"

Mu Dazhong retorted unhappily after being scolded: "If you like the third branch so much, call them back.

Let them help our family with work, we can go home and rest, and sleep the day away!"

"You beast, if you want to die, you get out of the Old Mu Family. You’re not my son!" Mr. Mu cursed angrily.

Mu Dazhong then softened his tone. "Dad, I’m just joking, we don’t want to be this slow either, but we truly don’t know how. We weren’t the ones cutting rice before. Why don’t you ask the third branch to come over and teach us?

Their speed must have a method. If we learn it, wouldn’t we be the same as them, finishing a few acres easily?"

Mu Dazhong’s suggestion made Mr. Mu somewhat tempted.

Indeed, it didn’t make sense for the third branch to work so quickly, there must be some secret.

"You wait here, I’ll call Si Niang over to demonstrate for you!"