Farmers are the most pragmatic people.

They are not as particular as those who read, and when they saw Fang Yiai wearing T-shirts and shorts, they felt that it was convenient to work, so they immediately became good, and changed it at home.

Nowadays, Fang Yiai wanders around the village, and can always see villagers wearing T-shirts and shorts, and it seems that he has returned to modern times.

If it weren't for the bun, speech and demeanor, he would have thought he would have worn it back again.

Along the way, I met the people of Zhuangshang, and they greeted Fang Yiai warmly and respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Young master, it's going to rain soon, you won't go back?"

Under the big tree on the side of the road, there are a few old people who enjoy the coolness, counting the old people who have passed their old age, they are weak and can't stand the cold of the ice, and they are just right to blow the wind in the shade of the tree, and they are also ready to pack up their things and go back at this time.

"Thank you, old man, I'll go back now."

Fang Yiai responded with a smile, seeing that the old man was about to get up, he hurriedly went over and picked him up.

The weather was hot and sultry, and there was no need for the old people to remind them, Fang Yiai didn't take two steps, and returned obediently, and the room with ice was still cool.

"Don't move!"

Qiao'er sent a cup of ice drink at the right time, and Fang Yiai roared, and her whole body froze.

Then......

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and the room suddenly fell silent.

Qiao'er's face was flushed with shame, and the four of Changsun Chong and Cheng Chumo looked at him with strange eyes.

Qiao'er is wearing a Tang Dynasty skirt, although there is no crisp chest and half leakage, but the white skin is exposed under the neck, and Fang Yiai is patted here, which is already a very intimate move for conservative ancient women.

"There are mosquitoes."

Noticing that the atmosphere in the house was not right, Fang Yiai explained, and raised his hand to show it after speaking, in order to prove his innocence.

There was a ball of blood on his palm, and there was a flattened mosquito corpse.

"What are you quibbling about, I don't know who it is, anyway, Qiao'er and you will ...... sooner or later Hey! Cheng Chumo smiled weirdly.

Qiao'er ran away with a red face.

"Hey, you're big, I'm a mosquito fighter."

"Everyone is a man, what are you pretending to be......" Cheng Chuliang retorted, and everyone laughed.

Cheng Chumo scratched the root of his thigh and said, "Why don't you help me take a picture." ”

It's really cool to wear shorts, but there's more meat exposed, giving the mosquito room to go down, and he's been bitten a lot.

Looking at Cheng Chumo's buttocks, Fang Yiai couldn't help but shudder at the thought of slapping her hand, disgusting.

Fang Yiai changed the topic, "On rainy days, there are many mosquitoes." ”

"Fang Er, you have a lot of ideas, how can you get rid of this hateful mosquito." The eldest grandson Chong was also bitten and miserable, and asked for his love.

Hearing this, Fang Yiai grinned and said, "Let's think about it together, I was about to say, I have to get a mosquito coil out." ”

"Master, what is a mosquito coil?"

Li Tai was greatly interested in these inventions and creations, and when he heard Fang Yiai's words, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask.

"Don't temples burn incense?" Fang Yiai asked.

He doesn't know much about history, how can he know this kind of detail.

"Yes."

Li Tai replied, and then asked a new question, "But the incense in the temple has no effect on repelling mosquitoes, and I have gone to incense with my mother, so I know something about it." ”

Burning incense began to appear in the Han Dynasty.

However, the real mosquito coil will not appear until the Song Dynasty.

Come to think of it, otherwise, how could a few of them be pampered, how could they suffer from mosquito bites.

"Mosquito coils are naturally incense that can repel mosquitoes, wormwood has the effect of repelling insects, and incense made of wormwood can repel mosquitoes." Fang Yiai explained to his mother.

"Okay, when the rain stops, let's go pick wormwood to make incense." Li Tai was interested when he heard it, if it wasn't for the rain outside, he would have gone to Cai Ai at this moment.

The three of them are also like being beaten with chicken blood, and they are really tired of mosquito bites.

Syllable!

Cheng Chuliang patted a mosquito again, he has a mosquito physique, and he has more bags on his body than others, and scolded his mother: "Great, my mother's mosquito is too annoying." ”

……

To their disappointment, it rained for two days.

It was not until the third day that it cleared, and they hung it for a long time, and in the afternoon they stepped on the muddy mountain road and went up the mountain.

After a period of time, Qiao'er has also eased up, as long as no one mentions that incident, she can stay by Fang Yiai's side as usual.

They didn't go deeper, just on a nearby hill.

Today is particularly lively here, because the children who have not yet gone to school also came with them, they are familiar with Fang Yiai, they will not be restrained in front of him, and the whole mountain is chattering.

"Young master, young master, do you think this is wormwood?"

Qiao'er became more and more attached to Fang's beloved, and pointed to a wormwood at her feet and asked him to identify it.

After he nodded, she crouched down and cut it off.

On the whole mountain, the two of them are the most idle, not like they are working or playing.

The two of them wandered around the mountain, leisurely, and only when there was a plant at their feet would they cut a plant, and everyone else would cut a bundle, and the two of them would hold it.

Even Li Tai is working, there is no way, who made him have a low rank.

Cheng Chuliang looked at Fang Yiai, didn't speak, buried himself in cutting wormwood, and used his strength on it, not wanting to suffer from mosquito bites anymore.

Back to the village,

Fang Fu Xiaowu and Li Tai's guards carried a bundle of wormwood.

In their group, their shoes and trousers were covered with mud, and many of them had their faces.

Wormwood is not directly incense-making, and wet wormwood cannot be lit, so it needs to be dried and ground into wormwood powder to make mosquito coils.

In the next few days, God was very face-saving, and there were several sunny days in a row.

Soon.

The wormwood was also thoroughly dried, and Fang Yiai gathered the children on the village.

On the day of Cai Ai, he promised the children to ask them to join him when he made mosquito coils.

He doesn't plan to keep this matter from the farmers, some people are willing to learn, although they learn to do it.

First, grind it into powder, mix it with rosin powder as a binder, then rub it into the shape of incense, put it in the sun to dry, and then use it after drying.

There was laughter and laughter in the courtyard, and the children in the village were particularly excited to participate in such a thing for the first time.

Li Tai is like a scientific madman, with an inexhaustible enthusiasm for new things.

Cheng Chumo and his brothers also worked very hard, and Fang Yiai almost didn't know them, and quipped: "What's wrong with you?" None of them are cheating and slippery, unlike the two of you. ”

"It's not mosquitoes making trouble, it's so annoying that the bite makes Lao Tzu covered in bags."

Cheng Chumo replied casually, and felt itchy again as he spoke, so he reached out to scratch his neck.

The next moment, he paused in his hand, and noticed that Fang Yiai's words were wrong, and a pair of bull's eyes glared at him, "Fang Er, what do you mean?" When did my brother cheat and play tricks? ”

However, no matter how they explained, it was too late, and there was a burst of laughter in the courtyard.