Shui Ling finished drinking the sour plum soup and stood behind Qin Mengdie to fan her, Qin Mengdie has never been accustomed to such a difference in status, nor is she used to this kind of service, she always feels that she is the landlord class oppressing the masses-

Qin Mengdie pulled Shui Ling and said, "Shui Ling doesn't need to fan me, I'll come by myself in a while, you sit down and drink a bowl of sour plum soup." ”

Hong Lie said while drinking sour plum soup: "If only there was a fan who could fan himself." ”

This sentence aroused Qin Mengdie's interest, if you can make a clockwork fan, wouldn't it be convenient, put a basin of ice in front of the fan, wouldn't the cool breeze be ruined~~~

Thinking of this, he quickly stood up with the sour plum soup: "You guys talk first, I'll go in and draw something." As he spoke, he entered the house, leaving a few people with confused faces to continue drinking sour plum soup.

Qin Mengdie sat down, spread out a piece of paper, took out the carbon strip and recalled the clockwork objects he had seen in modern times, he had a music box with a windmill on it, and he could turn it for a few minutes when it was full, but he hadn't opened it before, so he had to study it slowly.

She started drawing while thinking, and she was not satisfied with the dozen or so drawings, drawing one by one, throwing one by one, and only at dusk was she more satisfied, and folded the drawings and put them in her arms.

At this time, Hong Lie came in and shouted: "Sister, sister, I heard that my father brought a lot of watermelons back, and all the yards went to get them, and Shui Linghe and Shui Lian also went." ”

Qin Mengdie agreed: "Oh, then we will have watermelons to eat in a while, by the way, you accompany your sister to the ice cellar next time, let's shave more ice out and send some to my father." ”

The sister and brother happened to meet Shan Xing when they went out, Qin Mengdie said: "I also want to go over and tell you that the ice in the ice cellar is very good for us, and if it is hot in the house opposite, you can go down and get the ice, it is enough for us this summer, so we don't need to save too much." ”

Shan Xing remembers the matter of this ice. It's just that this time is too hot, and she didn't expect this ice to be stored so well: "Well, I know Miss, my grandfather has prepared some herbs to relieve the heat, and I will send you a few packets to put them, if you feel like heat stroke, you will boil and drink." ”

Qin Mengdie asked Shan Xing to send the herbs to her house. led Hong Lie down to the ice cellar. The siblings smashed several large chunks of ice and put them in the basket.

It must have been so hot lately that Hong Lie didn't want to go out inside. I didn't come out until my nose was red from the cold.

Shui Ling and Shui Lian brought the watermelon back, and Qin Mengdie asked them to soak the watermelon in the cool well water, and then eat it when it was cold later. He took Hong Lie to Qin Haichuan's study.

The door to the study was not closed, and it was probably too hot. Ventilation bar. Qin Mengdie and Hong Lie entered the door and gave a salute: "Say hello to my father." ”

Qin Haichuan was eating watermelon while reading a book, and when he saw the two sisters and brothers coming, he hurriedly called them over: "Come here, this watermelon is soaked in the well water, and it is very cold." It's really going to be hot this summer. ”

Hong Lie must be a child, and he couldn't help but show that he was here to deliver ice, and ran over with a basket: "Father." What do you see this is? ”

Qin Haichuan unveiled the little mattress and saw a surprise on his face: "Dream Butterfly, is your ice really saved?" There are special people in this palace to store ice every year. The amount of storage is also limited, how much will be melted, how did you get this I still haven't melted at all? ”

Qin Mengdie smiled and sat on the chair beside Qin Haichuan: "This is what I said about isolating from the outside air, using a quilt is not insulation, it is insulating the temperature." ”

Obviously, Qin Haichuan still didn't fully understand this principle, but it didn't matter to him, the important thing was that the ice in their house was comparable to that in the palace, so he quickly took the basket in Hong Lie's hand, looked at it again, and then touched it with his hand.

In such a hot summer, it is really not easy to touch the ice, in the past, there was a banquet in the palace, and the coolness of the ice could be tasted in the summer, and the ice in front of me was still expensive.

Qin Mengdie looked at her father's happiness and said: "Father, tomorrow I will ask someone to bring a big piece and distribute it to all the courtyards in our house, and you can give away the rest, it must be a rare thing, and it also has a long face, isn't it?" ”

Qin Haichuan has recently been majestic in the eyes of his colleagues, everything is the best, it is all new things that no one has ever seen, his identity in the circle is different, and the banquets of Shangshu Mansion are specially called to him.

Looking at his capable daughter and well-behaved and smart son, Qin Haichuan was really satisfied at the moment: "You two are so sensible, hey, how good it would be if your mother lived." ”

When it comes to her mother, Qin Mengdie's heart is very complicated, although she is not the mother of her soul, but she is also the mother of this **, she is still connected by blood, and her heart is also uncomfortable for a while.

Hong Lie used to hear people talk about his death of his mother, and he was very thoughtful, but since he went to Qin Mengdie, Qin Mengdie's explanation to him was: Because my mother loves you, she will use her life to protect you, you are the continuation of your mother's life, and if you live well, your mother will be happy in heaven, so Hong Lie's thoughts have also changed.

After Qin Haichuan finished speaking, he looked like Hong Lie, for fear that his words would hurt the child: "Hong Lie, your mother's death has nothing to do with you, not as others say." ”

Hong Lie nodded: "I know my father, I am the continuation of my mother's life, and my good life is the best reward for my mother." ”

Qin Haichuan looked at Qin Mengdie gratefully, "It's good that Hong Lie lives with you, otherwise I would really be sorry for Fluttershy." He sighed with some self-reproach.

Qin Mengdie said with a smile: "Father doesn't have to blame himself, my younger brother is smart, and he can grow up healthily anywhere." ”

Qin Haichuan put away his sadness and pulled Hong Lie to sit on his lap: "It's getting heavier and heavier, and my father won't be able to hold you for a few more years." ”

Hong Lie hugged Qin Haichuan's neck: "Father can't hold me, I can carry my father on my back." ”

The three of them talked and laughed and ate watermelon, and played for a while before looking for the dream house.

Originally, Qin Mengdie planned to go to Feng Yuye, wanting him to see if the wind-up fan drawings he drew were feasible, but in fact, this clockwork might not be able to drive the fan for too long, so when he returned to the yard, Qin Mengdie took out a pen and paper again, and tried the method of driving the fan blades with his feet.

However, these are already innovations in this era, and the wind power used to step on it is quite large, and it is relatively more affordable to step on the whole house.

A small clockwork fan can be carried around, and a large pedal fan can be placed in the house, and when you think about it, you feel very smart, and it doesn't take long to draw it.

It's night, and the people outside the window finally stop calling and rest, but there are a few frogs outside the window from time to time. It's the middle of the moon, and a bright moon hangs in the sky.

The slight breeze blowing outside the window finally brought a touch of coolness to this hot summer, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, Qin Mengdie remembered Ouyang Xiu's sentence: "The willow tops on the moon, people are about after dusk." Thinking about it, I read it out. (To be continued)

Qin Mengdie of Crossing Through