Xu Chunqiu picked up a thin bamboo pole with a sharp end and held it in his hand, raised his head, squinted slightly and looked for the dead branches on the tall tree, and then hooked the dead branches with bamboo poles with his hands and feet, which is called hooking dry firewood.

Such firewood has little water content and is easy to ignite. Xu Chunqiu picked the easiest firewood to burn with ease, and did the work neatly, so that people could see at a glance that it was not the first time she had done it, and she was obviously a skilled hand.

Back and forth, the bamboo basket behind her was quickly filled with dry firewood, she weighed it up, and then carried the firewood back to the blue brick house.

Xu Chunqiu and Fu Nanxun put the firewood on the edge of the earthen stove one after another, and immediately went out diligently to help Zhang Sen choose vegetables.

There was only one person left in the room to talk and laugh.

She did her homework before she came, how difficult can it be, isn't it just to take a lighter to start a fire on the firewood, put it in the stove and then fan it twice, little meaning.

But it is very difficult to put it into practice.

The two bamboo baskets were side by side on the edge of the stove, she didn't know whose bamboo basket she brought out a piece of firewood, the lighter turned on and went out and lit again, and after half a day, she just couldn't light it.

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The camera teacher who followed the shooting took pity on the teacher in the later stage for a second, he knew that the swear words in this paragraph had to be eliminated with a "beep" sound, and it was estimated that eighty percent of the finished product was listening to the beep sound in a bold situation, a lot of work, he thought of this, and couldn't help but gloat.

Tan Xiao gave up the firewood and turned his attention to the hay, which can always be ignited.

The withered grass branches had no moisture, and as soon as they were stained with the lighter, the sparks immediately burned, dotted with small dots. Chattering and laughing, her hands trembled, and she shoved the small cluster of flames into the earthen stove, but things did not go as smoothly as she had imagined.

She took the fan from the countertop and fanned it, but there was no fire, but a puff of smoke came to her nose.

What's going on?

She added another handful of hay, and another fan, and the ashes of the firewood were mixed with the smoke, choking her tears to flow, and her nose and face were all dusty, and she was so embarrassed that she talked and laughed, like a little beggar knocking on a bowl on the street.

She held back her tears and leaned over to look at the spark that had been lit before, thinking that it should burn up like this, and the children next door were going to cry.

However, the smoke was very strong, and the flames were only so thin that they did not burn at all.

"Fuck me!"

She didn't know if the firewood was on or not, anyway, she was already on fire, and her stomach was on fire.

There was no place to vent the irritation of the cannonball, and his eyes deviated from the earthen stove to the two bamboo baskets stacked next to each other under the stove, and he scolded and shouted, "Who picked up that half of the firewood?"

Xu Chunqiu and Fu Nanxun immediately stopped washing vegetables in their hands, and Ma Yoer trotted into the house to be trained.

Tan Xiao was throwing the pot happily here, and shouted at the two of them with a stick, "I'm looking for you two, who picked up that half of the firewood?"

Xu Chunqiu looked down and found that the bamboo basket that Fu Nanxun picked up was half empty, and the one he picked up was still full, almost not moving at all.

The earthen stove is still smoking, the face of talking and laughing is black and white, and the kung fu of making a fire makes himself dirty, like a fried little flower cat, this contrast is cute and cute.

She actually didn't make a mistake in throwing this pot, and it was indeed a firewood problem that couldn't be lit.

The difference between Xu Chunqiu and Fu Nanxun firewood is really obvious, even if they are mixed together, people can tell the difference at a glance. Xu Chunqiu picks up the thin branches from the heights, although this kind of dry branches are a little prickly, but they are dry and easy to ignite. Fu Nanxun's basket had firewood and hay, and the layman picked it up in a mess, the texture of the wood was very hard, and some of it was wet and damp, no wonder the fire couldn't be lit after talking and laughing for a long time.

Talking and laughing, he pointed coldly to the small piece of wood that he picked up.

Fu Nanxun was about to open his mouth to admit his mistake, but he didn't expect Xu Chunqiu to speak first, "It's all mixed together, I don't remember who is who." ”

He tilted his head to look down at her slightly, and silently swallowed his words back. It was obviously his fault alone, but Xu Chunqiu divided it among the two people.

"It's fine. Xu Chunqiu whispered to Fu Nanxun, pushed him back to the yard to continue to help Zhang Sen choose vegetables, and she herself took out a pack of wet wipes from a pocket in her carry-on luggage, and coaxed her back to the house to wipe the ashes on her face like a child.

Although Tanxiao has a good temper, she is not a person who knows what to do, she took Xu Chunqiu's wet wipes into the back room, and felt that she had done too much while wiping it. Everyone is coming to this show for the first time, and no one has ever been exposed to rural life, whether he is a traffic idol or a powerful singer, or a well-known musician or actor, he left the noisy city and came here, it is the same.

They are all novices with little life experience, and they have to join hands in the picturesque backwoods and stumble to grow.

Talking and laughing, she wiped the ash on her face, she also made up her makeup on the back by the way, her face was beautiful and bright, and her mood was naturally good, and when she came out of the room again, she found that Xu Chunqiu had actually fried the vegetables. In one of the two iron pots, the rice was stuffy, and in the other pot, the tender chicken and side dishes such as potatoes, green peppers, and mushrooms were stir-fried together in the shiny hot oil, and the delicious aroma came to the nose.

When Xu Chunqiu saw her come out, he greeted her familiarly, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he was still stir-frying neatly.

Tan Xiao looked down and saw that the firewood in the earthen stove was blazing and burning vigorously.

She lit it?

"The dish will be out of the pot soon, Sister Tanxiao will help take out the dishes and chopsticks. ”

Tan Xiao nodded, and uncontrollably started to fight under the command of Xu Chunqiu, and it took a while to react that he was turned around by this Mao girl who was more than ten years younger than him.

The strange thing is that she has never been accustomed to seeing others dictating to her, but she didn't feel aggrieved, but followed Xu Chunqiu's command in everything, and waited for the little girl to praise her.

Was she PUA?

Tan Xiao fell into deep self-doubt.

"Thank you, Sister Tanxiao!"

As a result, the little girl's clear and sweet words, talking and laughing, immediately swept away all the messy thoughts before, which is inevitably too sweet and cute.