Chasing the wind was ashamed to bury his head in the pile of dirty clothes in the wooden basin. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Subordinate, subordinate...... It's practicing, practicing a kind of kung fu......" he hung his head and stammered.

"Flutter" sounded, Xiao Ru smiled like a pigeon cooing, "Are you practicing the magic of laundry? Ha, I know this kung fu, and I don't need to practice, it's definitely better than you, wash it clean." ”

"You ......" Chasing Feng really wanted to take off his socks and stuff them into this stinky girl's mouth.

Shen Ning also chuckled lightly, and continued to say gently: "The ink on this clothes can't be washed off like this, you can go to the pharmacy next to you to buy some rush grass and bitter almonds, grind them into powder and sprinkle them on the ink spots on your clothes, and then rub them gently." Xiao Ru, you go back to your room with me. ”

After she finished speaking, she simply pulled away Xiaoru, who couldn't stand up straight with a smile.

Chasing the wind is not to mention how grateful he is.

It's still the queen's sympathetic subordinates, how good!

Almost immediately, he jumped up like a rabbit and rushed to the nearby pharmacy to buy a large pile of rush grass and bitter almonds.

Do you want to grind these two things into powder?

This is easy!

He sandwiched the rush grass and bitter almond in the palm of his hand, and used internal force to rub the palm of his hand, and suddenly, the core grass and almond powder fell one after another, and the powder ground out was finer than that of the stone grind.

The people in the courtyard were all stunned when they saw his kung fu.

No one dared to laugh at him anymore, a big man squatting here to wash clothes.

"Hey, it's really easy to use!

Chasing Feng's eyes widened in surprise, and he found that the ink spots that he hadn't washed off with a long time of effort just now had been easily washed off after being dipped in the powder of rush grass and bitter almonds, and there was no trace of smudge.

Surprised and delighted, he quickened himself and quickly washed his sackcloth, shoes, and socks.

It's just that when he washed his socks, his brow was about to wrinkle into a lock, and his teeth itched again!

This boy in sackcloth actually let himself wash his stinky socks, hmph, he endured it for the time being, and when he cured King Jing'an's illness, he had to pay back the humiliation he received today!

He began to make up for the sackcloth boy squatting in the yard, and in front of him was a big wooden basin, which was full of dirty clothes from a small hill, and by the way, smelly socks!

As soon as he thought of Mai Boy's face that was more ugly than eating bitter melon, Chasing Wind couldn't help but be happy, as if that scene was right in front of him.

"Mr. Divine Doctor, your clothes, shoes and socks have been washed and dried, and I have washed them cleanly, and there is no ink at all. ”

Chasing the wind pushed the door in again, and when he appeared in front of the Mai boy, his expression became respectful again.

The current Mai boy is a bodhisattva who he doesn't dare to offend, and he has to make offerings!

"It's hard work, let it go. ”

The young man in sackcloth didn't even glance at the stack of clothes, as if it was natural for him to wash them clean.

Chasing the wind had another gnashing of teeth in his stomach.

"Does Mr. Doctor have any other orders? If it's all right, I'll go down first. He looked at the Mai boy with resentment.

The Mai boy had eaten and drunk to his heart's content, and was sitting on a chair eating fresh fruit.

But his stomach chasing the wind is still empty.

He worked as a coachman for a day, waited for the Bodhisattva to take a bath, helped him wash his clothes, and was as tired as a grandson, and didn't even bother to drink saliva.

Of course, these tasks are not tiring for him, but he is aggrieved!