I traveled through time and space and found a mute boy: That’s enough, I feel sorry for him

Chapter 227 Bamboo Stool

Anyway, the matter with Xiao Ran has been clarified.

Xu Shu also made up his mind not to take Xiao Mujin to the capital in the short term.

He hurried home, of course, Wu Yong's home. Just after passing the village entrance, he saw a group of elders looking in at the door.

Xu Shu took a quick look and recognized the group of nagging old men who built the school, and couldn't help but sigh.

The group of elders were waiting for Xu Shu at the entrance of the village. As soon as they saw him, they shouted, "Brother Xu, Brother Xu, you are finally back."

Xu Shu walked up resignedly: "Mr. Lin, Uncle Shen, you are all here? What's the matter?"

"Brother Xu, we all heard about it today. What happened in your family? Is it serious? That school..."

Xu Shu understood immediately. These old men were probably worried that he didn't have enough money to run the school, so he pretended to be distressed and said, "Hey, I was just about to talk to you about this."

"You have seen the situation. I am penniless and living under someone else's roof. I want to contribute to the village, but... Alas, I am unable to do so."

Elder Lin waved his hands repeatedly. He was the one who had the most rules when the school was built. "You silly boy, you are still saying such things now."

"You are kind-hearted and we rely on you. Now that something has happened at home, how could we continue to indiscriminately chase you for money?"

Shen Guang nodded and took out a worn-out purse from his arms: "This is the money you gave us to build the school. There are still fifty taels left. It was supposed to be used to buy desks and chairs for the students. Take it for emergency use."

Xu Shu glanced at the tattered purse in his hand and said a little embarrassedly: "No, no."

When Elder Lin heard this, he frowned and said, "Brother Xu, I know you were capable before, but now you are like this, I can't accept it for the time being, but..."

Xu Shu waved his hand quickly to stop him from talking: "Don't let your imagination run wild here. I just blew up a house. I won't go bankrupt."

"Ah?" Mr. Lin was stunned. "You have such a big house, and you said it was just?"

Xu Shu, on the other hand, was modest: "The house only has three entrances and three exits, it's not that big."

Elder Lin was speechless, but Shen Guang understood: "Xu Shu, so it's not a big problem, right?"

Xu Shu explained it to them again in detail, and said proudly: "Even if I don't have money, I still have Xiao Mujin. He manages Muyi Building and makes a fortune every day. Last night he even said that he would support me."

The elders of the tribe were all stunned.

Little Hibiscus? Could it be Brother Mu?

In charge of Muyi Building? Does that mean Brother Mu is the owner of Muyi Building?

Making a fortune every day? Is that the kind of money they understand?

And you want to support him? Who? Xu Shu?

How can such a short sentence contain so much information?

Xu Shu didn't care about the attitudes of the elders. He didn't deliberately explain to the villagers that Muyi Building was his own property. No one knew that the owner of Muyi Building was Mu Jinghua.

But in the past two years, every time Mu Jinghua went to the town, everyone thought he was going to the clinic.

Now, hearing Xu Shu's clear words, my head is buzzing.

However, Xu Shu only said this to the elders of the clan. If he told the aunties at the entrance of the village, it would not be as simple as showing affection.

He told the elders that everything was normal, and couldn't wait to go home to see little Hibiscus.

I was supposed to be with him today, but I was called out by that blind Xiao Ran. I haven't come back until now. Maybe he is sulking again.

As Xu Shu thought about this, he quickened his pace.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I smelled the fragrance of bamboo leaves. As I walked further in, I saw that the courtyard was filled with densely packed bamboos.

Xu Shu was a little puzzled: "What's going on?"

Hearing Xu Shu's voice, Mu Jinghua quickly poked his head out from a pile of bamboos and said aggrievedly: "Xu Shu!"

Xu Shu hummed, and stepped forward to pick the bamboo leaves off his head: "I'm here. What are you doing?"

Mu Jinghua's ears turned red: "I'm making a rocking chair for you."

"Rocking chair?" Xu Shu was surprised and stretched his head to look at him. "Where is it?"

Mu Jinghua shyly brushed aside the messy bamboo leaves on the ground, revealing a small bamboo stool underneath: "But I, I only know how to weave this."

Xu Shu took a look at the stool, which was densely woven and beautifully made. "How could I not know that Xiao Mujin had this skill?"

Hearing Xu Shu praising him, Mu Jinghua curled his lips and excitedly shared with Xu Shu: "This is what my father taught me, but my father can only weave small things, but I am self-taught. I also weaved the straw mat we sleep on."

"It's just that," Mu Jinghua looked at the bamboo stool on the ground with a little disappointment, "but the rocking chair is still too difficult. I can't learn it."

"Little Mujin is already very good." Xu Shu comforted him softly, "I will sit here for meals from now on. It's just right."

Mu Jinghua was still not satisfied, and even felt disappointed. He still wanted that rocking chair so he could be with Xu Shu...

This little stool won't work, I can only...

Seeing him depressed, Xu Shu stepped into the bamboo pile and asked, "Why do you look unhappy?"

Mu Jinghua didn't say anything. He looked around first, then shyly whispered to Xu Shu, "A rocking chair is better. It rocks back and forth, and it's not tiring."

Xu Shu's eyelids twitched: "I didn't say I was tired."

Mu Jinghua blinked and said coquettishly: "But Huanghuang, okay."

Xu Shu thought about it and felt that it was indeed a good idea, so he said softly: "Just find someone else to beat him up, it won't take long. If you like, on the day of our wedding..."

Speaking of marriage, Mu Jinghua became even more depressed: "But I want to have one myself, wouldn't it be more..."

"Then use this." Xu Shu pointed at the small bamboo stool, "It's not impossible."

"How is that possible?" Mu Jinghua's theoretical knowledge was not as rich as Xu Shu's, and he was puzzled.

Xu Shu didn't reply, but lifted his arms and picked him up.

Mu Jinghua was a little confused, but he didn't struggle. He just shook his legs gently like a little chicken: "Xu Shu?"

Xu Shu put him on a small bamboo stool: "Stand firm."

Mu Jinghua said "oh" and stood on the small bamboo stool. He wanted to look back at Xu Shu, but Xu Shu hugged him from behind.

Mu Jinghua stopped moving immediately, but was a little confused. If he wanted to hug him, he could hug him, but why did he have to stand on the bamboo stool?

Then his body stiffened, and he felt the heat behind Xu Shu, and suddenly understood what Xu Shu meant.

Feeling the nervousness of the person in his arms, Xu Shu couldn't help but smile gently. He lowered his head slightly and kissed his hair. Then he said slowly and softly, "It's much easier than standing on tiptoe, right?"