The Literary Hero of the Republic of China (民国之文豪) [MTL]

Chapter 31- 32

　　Chapter 31 "Study Abroad"

　　Fu Huai'an ran very fast, and Mu Qiong couldn't react.

　　Those who called Fu Huai'an "Brother Huai" took it for granted, seeing Mu Qiong's surprise, they explained: "Brother Huai's elder brother has set a lot of messy rules for Brother Huai, and Brother Huai is not allowed to go back too late."

　　So he's still a brat with a guarded house... Mu Qiong is kind of funny.

　　Mu Qiong's appearance is about the same age as these teenagers, but he is mentally older, and has always treated these people as children, so naturally he doesn't care too much about it. By now, his anger towards Fu Huai'an has long since disappeared.

　　Speaking of which, he wasn't too angry with Yao Hong, no matter how crooked Yao Hong was, it didn't matter to him, it was actually Mrs. Yao who disgusted him.

　　As long as their family is weak, they will be blamed for "stealing" by Mrs. Yao, robbed of the money and kicked out of the house!

　　"Your brother Huai's brother is very strict with him?" Mu Qiong asked.

　　"Not really, he doesn't care if brother Huai plays truant normally." said the boy carrying the coal stove.

　　"We haven't seen Brother Huai's elder brother, but I heard from Brother Huai that his brother is very annoying." Another boy who carried the bowls and chopsticks in a basket said.

　　"I think Brother Huai is very powerful. He even said that he would beat me...why is he still afraid of his brother?"

　　"Brother Huai is actually not very good...Before, people didn't like him beating him, so he got into a fight with others, and he was beaten up by his brother when he got home." Someone said.

　　Someone patted Mu Qiong on the shoulder again: "Don't worry, Brother Huai won't hit you."

　　They took Mu Qiong's things and walked while talking, not forgetting to tell Mu Qiong: "By the way, don't tell Brother Huai these words! He will be unhappy!"

　　"I will definitely not say it." Mu Qiong said, and then pointed to the gate of a yard: "My house is right here, you just put your things here."

　　"Okay!" These teenagers said one after another, helping Mu Qiong put down the things.

　　"I don't have anything in my house now, so I won't invite you to sit in it..." Mu Qiong smiled embarrassedly: "It's getting dark, you go back quickly."

　　These teenagers followed him all afternoon, they were already hungry, and they were eager to go home for dinner, so they readily put down their things and said goodbye one after another.

　　Mu Qiong waited for them to put down all their things, walked to the yard next to him, pointed to a rickshaw and asked, "Which uncle owns this rickshaw, can you help me pull something?"

　　This is not his residence, he stopped here just because he saw a rickshaw in the yard next to him.

　　"The car is mine, what do you want to pull?" A man in his thirties who was squatting in a corner, holding a big bowl of porridge, asked.

　　"It's just some miscellaneous things." Mu Qiong said: "I changed the house to rent, and I can't carry the bedding by myself."

　　The man held the bowl and followed Mu Qiong to take a look outside, then quickly pulled all the thick porridge in the bowl and the pickles piled on it into his mouth: "Let's go."

　　Zhu Wanwan didn't buy many things, at least there were no tables and chairs, so they were not heavy, but the bedding was a bit bulky.

　　But the rickshaw puller was very experienced. Among Mu Qiong's belongings were the cloth ropes that Zhu Wanwan used to tie things up. He took these cloth ropes and tied things to the rickshaw in two or three strokes.