Yang Ruoqing kneaded the dough and put it in the wooden basin for them to eat for a while.

She leaned over to the bottom of the stove and pulled a black teapot out of the ashes.

After blowing off the ash on the surface, the lid was lifted and the contents were poured into a small pot.

"Qing'er, what is this?"

Luo Fengtang asked curiously.

As soon as the soup was poured out, he smelled a strange fragrance.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "This is the turtle you dug two days ago, after I cut off the turtle shell, I chopped the belt meat and simmered the soup." ”

Luo Fengtang remembered.

"It smells so good!" He said.

"Hee-hee, let's take this turtle soup to cook noodles later, it's delicious and nourishing!" Yang Ruoqing grinned.

The turtle soup was poured into the pot, and there was not enough noodle soup to cook six servings.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and wanted to scoop a scoop of water from the water tank to add it.

When I looked at the water tank, I was almost bottoming out, and there was sediment at the bottom, and the water could not be eaten.

"The water is gone? I went to the pond at the entrance of the village to fetch water! ”

Luo Fengtang's voice came from behind him, and he immediately put the tea bowl in his hand on the pot and came over to get the bucket and the flat pole.

"Tang Yanzi, you don't need to go to the pond, there is a well in the yard, I'll just pull a bucket up."

As she spoke, she picked up the bucket and went out into the courtyard.

The house of the old Yang family is an old foundation, and when the great-grandfather joined the great-grandmother's house, the house was built on this foundation.

Later, the family's fortune deteriorated, the land was sold, and the house collapsed.

Now the courtyard of the three entrances is rebuilt in the hands of Lao Yangtou.

However, the well in the backyard has been handed down from the ancestors.

It's an old well.

The well is knee-deep and the wellhead is mottled. Around the edge of the well, bluestone slabs are paved.

The bluestone slab is polished smoothly, and you can put it on the bluestone slab for washing clothes and vegetables.

It's just that the bluestone slab is stained with water, and it is a little slippery.

Every time Yang Ruoqing came over to fetch water and wash vegetables, she had to be careful.

"Qing'er, I'll fight."

Luo Fengtang caught up from behind and took the barrel in her hand.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's okay, I often fight, I can't fall!" ”

Luo Fengtang glanced at the circle of hemp rope tied to the edge of the wellhead, and then at Yang Ruoqing's hand.

"It's still me, I'm not afraid of strangulation with rough palms!"

Not giving Yang Ruoqing a chance to object, he came to the well with a wooden bucket.

Pick up the well rope that you have prepared on the side, go around the barrel handle in your hand, and tie a slipknot.

The boy's tall body leaned down slightly, and slowly put the barrel in his hand through the mouth of the well.

"The bluestone slab is slippery, you have to be careful."

Yang Ruoqing reminded from the side.

He looked up at her and grinned, "It's okay, I'm firmly under my feet!" ”

"Puff~"

From the depths of the well came the sound of barrels smashing into the water.

The boy grasped the well rope with both hands, and the exposed arms were strong and even.

With his movements, his muscles are relaxed and full of lines.

In the blink of an eye, he carried the bucket out of the well, and placed it firmly on the bluestone slab at his feet.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the water in the bucket.

It's clear and transparent, it's full of a big bucket, and it doesn't shake it.

"Tang Yanzi, you are really good, this water is beautiful!"

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but praise.

"I used to fetch water, bumped and bumped, and when I brought it up, I was left with a small half bucket." She said.

Moreover, this body is only twelve years old, and his strength is not enough.

Every time I fetched less than a bucket of water, the palms of my hands were still strangled and painful.

And Luo Fengtang is really much more powerful than her.

A bucket full of water, looking at his atmosphere, he doesn't breathe, it seems that it is effortless.

"Tang Yanzi, your bucket of water is worth two trips for me."

She praised again, smiled and was about to untie the knot.

Luo Fengtang stopped her.

"Don't be in a hurry to solve it, the horizontal and vertical are tied to the well rope, and the cylinder is simply filled!" He said.

"I'm going to fetch an empty bucket to get water." Luo Fengtang said, striding towards the stove room.

Yang Ruoqing followed: "Then I'll scoop off the bottom of the water tank." ”

The two men went their separate ways.

She scooped up the sediment from the bottom of the tank.

Over there, Luo Fengtang carried a bucket full of well water into the stove room in each hand.

Clean water is poured into the tank, making a cheerful sound of water rushing.

He went in and out, running four times in one go, and finally filled the large water tank.

Yang Ruoqing looked at this full tank of water, which was almost enough for her family to eat and drink for three days!

Suddenly, there was a sense of fulfillment.

Look at Luo Fengtang who is carrying an empty bucket back to the house.

There was a hint of red on his face, and a few beads of sweat hung on his forehead.

"Tang Yanzi, look at you are sweating, come, I'll help you wipe it!"

She stood on tiptoe and lifted her sleeve to reach his forehead......

The difference in height between the two, she raised her hand on tiptoe, and it was still a little difficult to reach his forehead.

"Oops, my height is a hard injury, I knew I should have stepped on the stool......"

She laughed and laughed to herself.

Luo Fengtang smiled, and then leaned down.

Her sleeve finally touched his forehead with ease, and she gently brushed it......

The faint scent of soaphorn on the cuffs burrowed into his nose.

It's like an invisible feather, gently teasing his heart.

At such a close distance, he smelled the indescribable scent of her again.

He stole a glance at her.

The girl's face is serious, although she still has a bun face, her complexion is still a little dull.

However, her eyes were very clear and bright.

Full of aura, as if he could speak.

He likes to look into her eyes, he has never seen a person's eyes, they can be so divine, so good-looking!

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing was carefully wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead.

These beads of sweat, in fact, she knew that he could wipe them off with a casual wipe.

It's okay if you don't wipe it.

However, I don't know why, she suddenly had this impulse just now.

Obviously the sweat wiping action that can be ended in two seconds, but she is grinding and grinding, making it like embroidery.

Is this oil-rubbing?

She asked herself in her heart.

Thinking of a woman who is three years old in her heart, once she crossed, she actually rubbed oil on a sixteen-year-old boy.

The legendary old cow eats tender grass!

A burst of shame.

After grinding and rubbing, I finally wiped the sweat away.

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, she suddenly found that he was hooking up, staring at her face dumbfounded.

Yang Ruoqing's cheeks turned red inexplicably.

From between his breaths, the breath erupted, with a hint of burning.

Her heart suddenly panicked, and she had the urge to run away.

But—

Running away is not my sister's style!

She shook her finger a few times in front of his eyes, and said loudly:

"Hey, have you seen enough, kid? The eyeballs are about to fall to the ground! Come back to your senses! ”

Luo Fengtang came back to his senses.

Realizing his gaffe, his face instantly turned red.

Standing up straight, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched the tip of his straight nose.

"Qing'er, I'm ......"

He snorted and stopped.