In the summer heat, the sun relentlessly released its heat, the windows were covered with thick satin, and the room was so stuffy that even the slightest breath could not be penetrated.

Outside the house, the screaming was very noisy, and the white and tender Granny Li, who was in her early thirties, held a pu fan in her hand, fanned the wind on the bed, and hummed a song while fanning.

The curtain was opened, revealing a very delicate face, and Grandma Li hurriedly asked: "Cuixiang, what did you say when you went to Mama Wang, did she promise to give the ice?"

Cuixiang flattened her mouth and came in and said, "Mama Wang said, Mrs. said, Brother Cong'er has just been sick, his body is weak, and he can't even eat too cold, how can he use ice? I begged for a long time, but she wouldn't nod, so I had to come back. ”

When Grandma Li heard this, her eyebrows immediately rose, and she scolded with her eyebrows and eyes: "This Wang Shanbao's family, it is not a thing, and this ice is not bought by her, my brother can't use it, and we should all be next to each other." ”

Cuiyun took the fan and fanned it vigorously, picked up the teacup, drank it all in one gulp, sighed vigorously, and complained: "It's not, who let us have bad luck and have such a master." ”

Saying that, Cui Xiang hesitated for a moment, looked out, and muttered softly: "Mom, you don't know, I just met Sister-in-law Zhou next to the second wife, and she quietly told me that Mama Wang pulled a large cart of ice out yesterday...... Ice is not enough in the first place, and if people toss it like this, where can we use it?"

When Grandma Li heard this, her face turned dark, and she cursed: "What kind of thing is this leftover Wang Shanbao's family? I took my brother to my wife and reasoned, this time I will see how she will die?"

When Cuixiang heard this, she hurriedly grabbed Granny Li and persuaded: "Mom, be quiet, worried about arguing with my brother." Besides, how can Mama Wang dare to call the shots in this matter alone?"

Grandma Li couldn't help but take a sip on the ground and scolded: "It's not that she's making trouble, who else can there be?"

Cuixiang smiled bitterly, pointed in the direction of the upper room, and said in a low voice: "The second wife is not short of money, but our wife may not be?"

Grandma Li was deflated all of a sudden, her face was red and her ears were red for a while, and Fang spat on the ground and scolded: "No wonder the old lady dislikes her, and her eyelids are shallow." It's just a matter of deducting other things on weekdays, but now that she even thinks about this, she is embarrassed to speak......"

Lin Cong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were straight, and he looked at the hazy curtain above his head in a daze, the gauze tent as thin as smoke, and under the change of light and shadow, various patterns were reflected, birds, animals, flowers, insects and fish......

The noisy words in his ears disturbed Lin Cong's confused brain more and more, what was going on?

Didn't he just finish the 17,000-word manuscript, drink two cans of beer, and celebrate the launch of tomorrow's new book, why did he suddenly get here?

Well, as an online novel writer and Lao Bai, Lin Cong knows that his current situation should have crossed over.

However, he is an original history writer, wearing it into a classical masterpiece, should this be on the wrong channel?

He must be drunk, and blame the undisciplined brutes in the group, saying that if he hits the street again with this book, it is better to go to a science and technology website to write an H article?

How did he come back at that time, if he wanted to write discord, why bother to go to the H Wen Great God Concentration,

Lin Cong pinched his palm, he was just joking, and he didn't really plan to write?

It's too cruel to cross like this.

Seeing that Lin Cong was motionless with his eyes open, Grandma Li got up and touched Lin Cong's lower body.

Lin Cong was shocked, reached out and grabbed his pants, what is this for?

Although you still have charm and are barely a mature woman, my brother is not one of those brutes who can even masturbate Grandma Liu, stop, stop quickly, and your lower body is cold......

Lin Cong's face was as dead as ashes, and the whole person was completely stunned.

"Oh, no pee, my brother is awake? ”

Granny Li glanced at it, and said with a smile, her voice was sharp and harsh.

Lin Cong grabbed his underwear blankly, his legs and feet were shaking, it was really not a dream, he really crossed over.

"My brother is about to go to school, what's so strange about knowing shame? Over there, Baoyu, when she was three or four years old, was taught by the eldest girl to recognize thousands of words, who doesn't boast that Baoyu is smart and clever, even our wife loves like something. Our brother is the same as Baoyu, he is the blood of the Guogong Mansion, is it worse than Baoyu, but my aunt went early, and no one disciplined her, so she is like this......"

Cuixiang fished a handkerchief from the basin on the side, rubbed it around her neck, wiped her hands again, and replied with a smile.

Baoyu, Jia Baoyu, it's over, he really wears it to the Dream of Red Mansions.

Lin Cong looked at the window, looked at the vase, pinched his palm vigorously, and gasped. On tomorrow's online news, there is news of the sudden death of a certain website writer, my brother really doesn't want to be famous in this way......

"How can Brother Cong compare with Baoyu? Baoyu is the top of the old lady's heart. My cousin was lucky to be Baoyu's nurse, needless to say, on weekdays, the old lady was happy, and she rewarded it casually, I don't know how much. Even now that Baoyu doesn't eat her milk, the rare things in Baoyu's house are often brought home by her. It seems that we are all dead with a piece of ice, and with this little moon, we can't bear the suffering. ”

Granny Li held the fan and sighed while fanning.

Lin Cong felt the cool breeze passing overhead, turned his head, looked at Granny Li, and complained silently, don't think that your fanning posture is more beautiful, so you can hide the essence of your laziness!

Rubbing his sore temples, Lin Cong, who was not short-sighted, the moment he saw the person clearly, the memory in his mind automatically emerged, the person who shook the fan was Grandma Li, and it was Cuixiang who washed the handkerchief in the basin, and he himself, surnamed Jia Mingcong, was one of the masters in the Rongguo Mansion.

Ordinary people will definitely wonder, is there such a character in the Dream of Red Mansions?

However, when Lin Cong was kicked out of three books in a row and almost couldn't pay the rent, he relied on a colleague he knew to introduce him to a studio, and he relied on being a gunman to write □□ to get the new books on the shelves.

At that time, it was the release of the Red Thunder Dream, and it was □□ popular to wear the Red Mansion as a supporting role......

Therefore, Lin Cong knew that Jia Cong was Jia Yu's son, Jia Lian's younger brother, Xiao Transparent in the Red Mansion, and the number of appearances was pitiful.

But in any case, it is already a blessing in misfortune to become the ruling class in ancient times, and it is already a blessing in misfortune that it did not wear as a homeless person to gnaw on the turf and eat Guanyin soil...... From this moment on, he is Jia Cong.

"Brother, what's wrong? But I'm dazed. Seeing that Jia Cong had been silent for a long time, Granny Li suddenly thought that Jia Cong was caught in a nightmare, so she hurriedly put a fan and patted Jia Cong's body.

Jia Cong hurriedly rubbed his eyes, flattened his mouth, and said in Jia Cong's old tone: "Mom, I'm hot, so uncomfortable?"

Granny Li hurriedly picked up the fan, fanned Jia Cong hard, and comforted: "Don't cry, I'll fan you, it won't be hot for a while?"

The fan was rattling, but the weather was so hot, Grandma Li couldn't help but sweat a little hard, and the clothes on her body were also a little wet.

Cuixiang saw it, frowned and took the handkerchief, and handed it to Grandma Li, while saying: "I see that the fan is like this, and it is all hot air, so it doesn't matter." Why don't you go to the teahouse and ask for some hot water, and give my brother a bath, how much cooler it will be?"

Grandma Li took the handkerchief, wiped her face, and sighed: "Brother only has a few clothes, it's easy to take a bath, what should I do with these clothes? ”

Cui Xiang smiled: "What's this? My brother is still young, and he is in the house, and no one can see him if he doesn't change his clothes, so he just wears a belly pocket." ”

When Jia Cong heard this, he was dumbfounded, the belly pocket would not be the kind of belly pocket he had seen in the □□ and □□.

Watching Cuixiang open the cabinet, find a piece of bright red fabric, shake it open and show his face, Jia Cong was depressed, forget about the big red, why is there still chrysanthemums embroidered on it, this is a completely unbearable shame for a man with normal three views, lift the table!

In order to save his image, Jia Cong blinked his round eyes, tilted his head in an extremely cute tone, and said, "Is ice rare? Last time, I heard the Qingke next to the second master say that ice is very easy to get." ”

Granny Li and Cuixiang glanced at each other, but they only took Jia Cong as a childish talker, and they didn't take it seriously. Grandma Li coaxed Jia Cong and said, "It's not rare. It's my brother who was sick before, and now he can't use ice. ”

Jia Cong's big eyes gradually became foggy, don't treat me as an idiot, I'm not joking, what's going on with this urge to cry.

He struggled for a while, pulled Grandma Li's sleeve, and said seriously: "Really, the Qingke next to the second master said that as long as there is saltpeter, ice can be made." He also said that this is how the ice outside came from, and it was not clean and could not be eaten. ”

Jia Cong's heart was full of tears, this kind of naïve to mentally retarded tone must not be something he could say, it was possessed by the original owner.

Grandma Li glanced at Cuixiang, she didn't have much culture, but she also knew that the Qing guests around Jia Zheng were all knowledgeable, besides, although this ice-making method was inconspicuous, it was also a craft.

If it is really as Jia Cong said, if you can make ice and sell it outside, you can make a lot of silver in one summer.

Granny Li's heart moved, smiled at Cuixiang, and hesitated: "This saltpeter is not difficult to find?" ”

Cuixiang listened to Grandma Li's idea, pursed her lips and smiled, nodded and said, "In this case, I will ask someone to ask for some." ”

So saying, he put a fan over his head, lifted the curtain, and ran out.

After a while, Cui Xiang came back with a big paper bag, and said with a smile: "But I was lucky, I happened to meet Mama Zhao coming in to hang out, I heard that I wanted this, and I went straight to the craftsman to ask for a big bag back, saying that this thing, the craftsman makes fireworks, but it is always prepared." ”

When Grandma Li saw something, she hurriedly got up and went to serve the basin, and asked with a smile: "Which Mama Zhao?" Cuixiang pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Which Mama Zhao is also older?" ”

As soon as Grandma Li heard that it was this Mama Zhao, she recited the Buddha twice in a row, and said with a smile: "It's her old man, no wonder." Her old man is known for treating people, and the second grandmother is so tricky and arrogant, when she sees her old man, she is full of good words?"

Cui Xiang was pouring the contents of the paper bag into the basin, and when she heard this, she laughed and said, "Good words don't cost money, what's more, the second grandmother's mouth, if anyone takes what she said seriously, it will be an inexhaustible loss?"

When Grandma Li heard this, she smiled and tried to explain: "Who is the second grandmother? No matter how you say it, ordinary people are not in her eyes......?"

Grandma Li's eyes widened, and her mouth was wide open, "Hey, this method really works, there is smoke on the basin...... It's really frozen......".