MTL - The Sweet Little Fulang-Chapter 33

The candlelight flickered slightly, and the dim candlelight reflected on Shen Xuanqing's face. The outline of his resolute and hard face seemed to soften a little. He lowered his head to peel chestnuts. eyes.

Being caught off guard into the pair of star eyes, the lamp candle reflected in Shen Xuanqing's eyes, bright and a little softer, Lu Gu suddenly became at a loss, and hurriedly looked away.

He lowered his head and became anxious, and wanted to hide the rudeness he had just stared at, so he stuffed the chestnuts into his mouth. The raw chestnuts were not as sweet and glutinous as they were cooked, but they were not crunchy. He even picked up the chestnuts and peeled them by himself. , he can't always wait for others to strip him.

Shen Xuanqing was also stunned. He didn't understand love, but he was happy about living with Lu Gu. He didn't know what Lu Gu was thinking when he saw him. He wanted to ask, but seeing Lu Gu so uneasy, he arrived Words can't come out of my mouth.

Then he lowered his head and smiled, handed over the chestnuts in his hand again, pretended not to notice anything, and said, "In the evening, you should eat less raw food, and if you want to eat it for two days, I will pick it up. ."

"Yeah." Lu Gu nodded obediently, he chewed the one in his mouth, peeled the one in his hand, and hesitated to hand it to Shen Xuanqing, but he didn't make any move, and saw Shen Xuanqing lowered his head and peeled it off by himself After eating one, I had to rest my mind.

It was late, and the stomach felt uncomfortable after eating too much of this food. After eating a few of them, they went to the East Room with the candlestick to make the bed for monk Huitong.

With more people, Lu Gu couldn't wash his face in the courtyard, so Shen Xuanqing brought a basin into the room to let him wash up, and also poured in the foot water.

After monk Huitong in the main room finished eating, Shen Xuanqing chatted with him for a while. Lu Gu had no intention of listening to what others were saying. Besides, the door was closed and he couldn't hear clearly, so he lay down first after washing.

The night was hazy, and there were no lights in the room. He lay on his back and looked at the roof. For a while, he wanted to make two bamboo plaques tomorrow. After noon, he would chop up some wolfberry and come back to dry it. The more sun, the more money he could sell. After a while, he thought of it again. I have to pickle the cress tomorrow, and Shen Xuanqing will be able to taste it the next morning.

He rolled over and closed his eyes, and there was a faint sound of someone talking outside the door, as if being stuffed outside by the door panel.

The empty space around him made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't notice anything because of his dullness.

The habit is there, but not to the point of being intolerable, not even aware of it.

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Early the next morning, monk Huitong left some medicinal materials and said goodbye to Shen Xuanqing and Lu Gu.

The gentle-looking monk recited the Buddha's name, bowed his head slightly, bowed his head, raised his head again, and turned to leave.

It was dark last night, and Lu Gu didn't dare to look at people indiscriminately. Only now did he see the face of monk Huitong. When he met those eyes, he suddenly knew what "compassion" was.

The two of them went back to the yard again. Lu Gu went to boil water to heat the steamed buns. Shen Xuanqing put the medicinal herbs on the bamboo plaque to dry. They are all common medicinal herbs for typhoid fever. Sun for a few days.

The stupid **** in the woodshed clucks like a chicken, but the sound is more dull. Although this thing is called a tit, it can't fly. It looks stupid and big, and has sharp claws and a long beak. Come over to peck and scratch a few claw marks, and immediately the blood is pouring out. Most people don't dare to scratch, and they are hidden deep in the old woods, which is even rarer in recent years.

The meat of the **** is not very tasty, but the feathers are bright and beautiful, which is quite popular with the people of Fucheng, and is used to decorate bright screens or other things.

When Shen Xuanqing grabbed it, only its wings were injured, and he used hemp rope to cover it before approaching. He carried a small bundle of chicken grass into the firewood room, and threw it in front of the stupid **** who was tied to his feet and could not escape. Lu Gu approached, otherwise it would be enough to be pecked.

He glanced at the hemp rope on the stupid tit's feet again, and it was pecked a little bit. The beak of this thing was really sharp, so he turned around and took a thicker and stronger hemp rope in and tied it again.

"The door of the firewood house is closed. Don't open it until I come back. This stupid **** has a sharp mouth and pecked the twine off two strands." He bolted the firewood house door and told Lu Gu.

Lu Gu is timid, and he can be said to be obedient to his words, how can he not listen to him.

After eating Shen Xuanqing, he took the dog and left. There was no dust left today. Lu Gu watched them walk away. After turning around and returning to the yard, he remembered that the bamboo strips were placed in the firewood room. Just quit now.

Since he no longer made bamboo plaques, he saw some unsplit wood piled up in the courtyard, so he simply took a long axe and chopped firewood.

The axe is heavy, but fortunately he is used to the work, so he can't move it. The wood chopping is also skillful. When he swings his hands and uses the weight of the ax to chop down, the wood is split at once, and it doesn't take a lot of money. strength.

He chopped the pile of firewood alone for half an hour, and after he had finished chopping the pile of firewood, he still piled it up neatly. Seeing that there was not much fine firewood left, Shen Xuanqing put a net into the river the day before yesterday, and he might have fish when he went to see it later. In the evening, use a small medicine stove to stew a fish soup to drink.

Thin firewood is better for stewing things, because the fire will not be too dry, so he took a stool and a small axe and sat in the yard to chop the firewood finer.

In the woods outside, the birds chirped crisply, and they turned a few corners like singing songs. One after another, Lu Gu was sitting in the courtyard while he was working and listening. He also thought to himself that these birds were talking just like people.

It is quiet in the mountains, and listening to these can be considered a sound music.

He chopped the firewood and swept away the sawdust. Lu Gu carried the fish crate and the basket to the river. Yesterday he came back a little late and didn't come. Now, when he saw that there were three fish in the net, one large and two small, because the mesh was too large , and the small one is longer than his palm.

These three fish must have been trapped for a long time, and they didn't break free. They looked quite sluggish at the moment. He picked them up and killed them on a flat rock on the shore. Go back and feed the ducks.

The chickens and ducklings that Shen Xuanqing bought were not too small.

After killing the fish, he still digs earthworms in the mud by the river, which can be eaten by chickens and ducks.

Before Lu Gu went back with the fish basket, he grabbed the water grass by the river and the chicken grass on the ground. He didn't think much about it. He felt that people wanted to eat vegetables and meat, and the duck and chicken ate the ground dragon and fish filth. , do not have to eat some grass to relieve tiredness.

On the way back from the river, he could see a large circle of dense fences around them. It was for him to keep chickens, but because he was too rare for chickens and ducks, he thought of raising them in the backyard for two more days, a little bigger. Let it out again, or if it is too small, what should I do if it can't beat the big bug, or it will choke.

The little claws of the chicken are so big that they can't compare with the big hens. He can't even think about how such small claws can hold down the bugs.

No one knows his worries, and fortunately no one knows, otherwise people will laugh at him for being childish and worrying.

With the knife that chopped chicken grass, he smashed the ground dragon and the fish dirt, and also smashed the grass and mixed it together. Only then did Lu Gu bring the food bowl to the backyard to feed the chickens and ducks.

When he touched the fluffy chickens, he was satisfied. When they grew up, they would be able to lay eggs. Ji Qiuyue told him that Shen Xuanqing loves eggs, but he did not dare to forget that hens lay eggs every day. If so, Shen Xuanqing would have eggs to eat every day.

As for duck eggs, there is a river here, and there are many people raising ducks, but because duck eggs are more fishy than eggs, they are often salted and not fried. People like it, but he doesn't know much about it. When he really saves duck eggs, whether to sell them or pick them up, Shen Xuanqing should not care, then he can be the master himself.

After thinking about it, he realized that he had thought too far, and he felt a little embarrassed himself.

Lu Gu returned to the front yard and glanced at the dried wolfberry fruit he picked before. While it was still red, it was better to get more. He put a hatchet knife and scissors on his back and locked the door and went out.

Not far from the courtyard, there is a field of wild wolfberry, which is covered with branches. When it was full, he picked up two small wolfberry trees that could be chopped and had more fruit, and he could drag them back if they were not easy to carry.

After a busy morning, Lu Gu had not finished picking the wolfberry from the branches, so he made a simple lunch for himself.

After he finished eating, he continued to work. When the wolfberry was finished and the cress was soaked in the jar, he had to sit and rest for a while under the eaves.

There are fish and boiled lard in the kitchen, green snails and purple belly crabs are soaked in water and spit sand, vegetables are grown in the yard, there are four or five bamboo plaques on wooden racks to dry things, wolfberry black fungus mushrooms and medicinal materials, Lu Gu saw that all of this was more or less related to him. After passing through his hands, he could eat and use them, and even sell them for money.

He still remembered when he was not full in the past, so the days when he was full now made him more grateful and satisfied, and he was never too tired to work, because he could also get a share of these things.

After the break, he went to the room to get a sewing basket. He had been busy for the past few days up the mountain, and had no time to make money bags.

People who can do embroidery are generally skilled. Lu Gu is like this. He didn't get sunburned very much when he was a child, and his fingers were still white. But his hands are different from those who only do embroidery work. There are often scars or scratches. After all, he often works, and his palms are not delicate.

He sat alone in the courtyard embroidering things and no one was disturbed. The purse came out in the afternoon, and the smaller purse also thought of embroidering a tiger pattern so that Shen Xuanqing could use it.

When he used to embroider sachets and medicine bags, he knew that men in towns would also use flower and grass patterns, and what kind of elegance he said was, because Shen Xuanqing is taller than others, Lu Gu can think of some patterns such as lions, tigers and leopards, and he also embroidered them. I was afraid that Shen Xuanqing would not want it.

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In the evening, Shen Xuanqing came back. The fish soup stewed on the medicine stove was gurgling, and the smell of vegetables wafted from the kitchen, and the new money bag that Lu Gu carefully handed over, saying that it was for him, made him a little surprised and delighted.

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The author has something to say:

Tomorrow night at nine o'clock double shift~

Remember to keep in mind that birds on the mountains and in the forest cannot be beaten casually. It is illegal. It seems illegal to use bird feathers as ornaments. I don’t know this very well, but it is best for everyone not to do it. Because the text is from an ancient background, attacking Occupation is also an hunter. I can fight whatever I encounter in the mountains. There is a certain degree of randomness. There are some discrepancies with reality due to overhead reasons.