From Folly to Fortune：I Rewrite My Life After Rebirth!-Chapter 933 - 929: Betrothal Gifts (First Update)

The private school built by Mu Shuangshuang is the village’s second private school in recent years.

It’s been almost fifteen years since the last private school existed.

So this matter is considered a big deal in the village, and quite a few people are eagerly watching.

Some hope that once the private school is completed, their children will be the first to benefit. But more hope that the school of the Third Branch won’t succeed, and they’ll leave in disgrace.

After all, no one wants to see others become wealthier first, especially the Third Branch of the Old Mu Family, which was poorer than anyone else back in the day.

"Then I’ll go first!" Mu Shuangshuang said, placing the wooden stick she had just used to beat the dust out of the quilt onto a chair beside her.

She headed straight in the direction of Lu Yuanfeng’s house.

The path to the private school overlaps with the route to Lu Yuanfeng’s house, and after walking for about the length of a stick of incense, Mu Shuangshuang detoured and arrived near the private school.

From afar, she could see the people still busy at the private school entrance.

Mu Dashan stood in the most conspicuous place, directing, while Zhang Yutou and Zhao Gouzi were up on the roof, doing the final laying work.

Once they cover the roof in the next few days, tidy up the house, and build a wall, the private school will be complete.

One must say, the place Mu Shuangshuang chose is wonderfully scenic.

With the Qingshan and lush waters, whether it’s for studying or living inside, it should be an enjoyment.

Standing at the entrance, she took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and as soon as she stepped into the grounds of the private school, Mu Dashan noticed her.

"Hey, Shuangshuang, why are you here? Where’s your mother? Have you had lunch?"

Mu Dashan started with a flurry of questions.

Mu Dashan didn’t return to the Third Branch for lunch; whenever there’s work, he eats cauldron meals here with the working men, cooked by Zhao Yun.

"We’ve eaten. My mother asked me to come over to check how the private school is coming along. Dad, can I look around nearby?" Mu Shuangshuang asked.

Mu Dashan nodded and said, "Of course you can, I’ll let them know to be careful."

"Thanks, Dad."

Mu Shuangshuang wasn’t very knowledgeable about construction; it’s a field she’s not familiar with, so all she could do was look around at the school’s layout and such.

After wandering around, Mu Shuangshuang was quite satisfied with the private school.

She shared her thoughts with Mu Dashan, bid farewell to him, and headed to Lu Yuanfeng’s place.

This path is one Mu Shuangshuang has walked thousands of times; she’s very familiar with it.

When she arrived at Lu Yuanfeng’s house, Mu Shuangshuang nearly got frightened.

The yard was filled with half-finished desks, with Huang Da and Huang Er each occupying a side; one was banging away, the other was squatting down, painting chairs and desks.

Lu Yuanfeng was in the center of the yard, wearing a long-sleeved short shirt, with a slight sweat on his forehead, holding a saw and earnestly sawing wood.

The sound of sawing reverberated above his house.

Apparently not expecting Mu Shuangshuang to come over, the three men were focused on their tasks.

If not for Yuanbao rushing out from the kitchen with tea and calling Mu Shuangshuang’s name, the three of them might not have noticed her.

"Why are you here? The paint smell in the yard is strong. I’ll have Yuanbao bring you a chair; you can sit in the backyard for a while."

Lu Yuanfeng looked up, giving Mu Shuangshuang a silly grin.

"It’s fine; you guys are working and aren’t bothered, so why should I be? Oh, I made some masks for you. Smelling too much paint is bad for your health." Mu Shuangshuang picked up a long piece of wood from the ground, handed it to Lu Yuanfeng, and asked.

"I forgot; I’ll go get it now." Lu Yuanfeng just remembered the masks.

As an ancient person, his self-protection awareness wasn’t as strong as Mu Shuangshuang’s.

The gloves, hats, masks, scarves, and such prepared by Mu Shuangshuang were often forgotten by him.

"I’ll go; you rest here." Mu Shuangshuang called to Lu Yuanfeng, who had already put down the saw.

She quickly went ahead into his room.

It was the umpteenth time Mu Shuangshuang entered Lu Yuanfeng’s room; the room had pitifully few furnishings.

A bed, a standing cupboard, a long bench, a table, and nothing more.

The masks and such were locked in the cupboard by Lu Yuanfeng, with two keys, one in Mu Shuangshuang’s hand and one in his.

Opening the cupboard, Mu Shuangshuang noticed a small red lacquered box, about the size of two small stools, with beautiful patterns carved on top, crafted with exceptional finesse. The lacquer didn’t seem ordinary either.

Out of curiosity, Mu Shuangshuang moved closer and saw totem-like phoenix designs but slightly different.

Before she could touch it, Lu Yuanfeng suddenly rushed in.

He saw Mu Shuangshuang looking at the small box in the cupboard and hurriedly walked up to take it away, then blushingly stammered an explanation to Mu Shuangshuang, "That...that’s not for you, don’t misunderstand."

Mu Shuangshuang blinked, looking at Lu Yuanfeng with a puzzled expression.

Seeing Mu Shuangshuang like this made Lu Yuanfeng even more nervous.

This box was a jewelry box he made for Shuangshuang, containing all his possessions, including property deeds.

Also, his mother’s only keepsake, a silver hairpin. Though not valuable, it was passed down to the daughters in his grandmother’s family.

His mother didn’t have a daughter, so it was passed to Lu Yuanfeng, and he intended to give it to Shuangshuang when they got married.

Overall, it was meant to be a surprise prepared by Lu Yuanfeng.

He didn’t want Shuangshuang to find out so soon.

"What’s wrong? Why is your face so red?" Mu Shuangshuang assumed Lu Yuanfeng was catching a cold, and reached out her hand to check his forehead temperature.

The cool back of her hand touched Lu Yuanfeng’s forehead, causing him to feel his breath catch.

His body temperature felt unusually high, almost like he was ill.

"Are you really sick? You rest and don’t work. I’ll go get Grandpa Zhang." Mu Shuangshuang said and headed towards the door.

She had only taken a step when Lu Yuanfeng pulled her back.

His hand clasped onto Mu Shuangshuang’s shoulder, his eyes fixated on her.

In those dark, inky eyes, emotions surged, hinting at a sentiment that made breathing challenging.

"What...what’s wrong?" Mu Shuangshuang asked again.

This time, Lu Yuanfeng pulled her into his embrace.

"If the jewelry box wasn’t meant for you, wouldn’t you be mad?" Lu Yuanfeng sulkily asked.

"So it’s a jewelry box, huh? It’s quite nice looking." Mu Shuangshuang chuckled innocently.

"Why would I be mad? That’s yours, not mine." Mu Shuangshuang replied.

"But I said before, what’s mine is yours."

Now Mu Shuangshuang truly didn’t know how to respond.

Lu Yuanfeng had said this to her before, but she never took it to heart.

Or rather, Mu Shuangshuang hadn’t naturally come to accept others’ possessions as her own.