Luo Fengtang hurriedly learned that Suo Suo took off his cotton pants.

She stole a glance at him out of the corner of her eye as she folded her cotton clothes.

Good boy, no wonder he twisted and pinched, it turned out that he was wearing a pair of pants inside the cotton pants.

It's not that she hasn't seen the trousers of country men in this era.

The father and two younger brothers in the family all wear trousers.

It is a unified model with Luo Fengtang, both of which are in the shape of a calf's nose.

In modern language, it's boxers.

The one that Luo Fengtang wears on his body is black.

Black symbolizes mystery.

I don't know when he sat on the pants, which were covered with patches.

In some places, there are finger-sized holes.

At first glance, it is often washed, often worn, and washed to shrink.

In addition, he is tall and burly, with strong and slender legs.

These boxers look a little small when worn on him.

When she peeked over, she was just in time for him to lean over slightly and pull his leg out of his cotton pants.

The muscles on the thighs tense instantly, and the powerful lines leap into view.

He put the cotton pants aside and turned to pick up the old pants.

Her gaze met just in front of him.

The boxers shrunk and tightened on the body.

The outline of some ** parts is outlined......

Yang Ruoqing's gaze retracted like an electric shock.

She lowered her head and hurriedly folded the cotton clothes in her hands.

Heart, thump, thump, thump.

It's like jumping out of your throat and jumping to the ground.

Over there, there was still the sound of him getting dressed.

But she didn't dare to look at it anymore.

In his mind, he uncontrollably flashed over what he had just seen......

In her previous life, she didn't even give out her first kiss, she was an old virgin and a woman purer than pure water and pure milk.

Sometimes, in order to carry out tasks, I will also go to some places where dogs and horses are sound.

However, she has her own principles and bottom line.

For the body of the opposite sex, in the final analysis, it is still a chick.

In this life, she is the eldest sister in the family.

Bathing her younger brother Xiao An is her job.

Accustomed to seeing little finch, she was really shocked when she suddenly saw the eagle!

"Qing'er, I've changed it."

Suddenly, his voice sounded.

She couldn't hold back and almost jumped up from the ground.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"

Luo Fengtang looked at her face redder than a pomegranate in puzzlement.

"Why is your face so red? Isn't Mo sick? ”

As he spoke, his large, warm, slightly rough hand over her forehead.

She seemed to be pinned to the spot by a demon charm, frozen and motionless.

However, the redness on that face became more and more, spreading to the roots behind the ears and neck.

"It's strange, my forehead isn't hot, why is it so red?"

Luo Fengtang touched her forehead, and then took out his other hand to touch his own.

The two compared, and they were even more puzzled.

"It's okay, maybe it's stuffy in this room, just come out and take a breath!"

Yang Ruoqing said with a little weakness.

Not daring him to see her abnormality, she stuffed the cotton clothes in her hand that were getting messier and messier into his hand.

"Fold yourself and put it in the cupboard, I'll go to the hall first."

Leaving these words, she fled in embarrassment.

In the hall, Blacksmith Luo's shoes and socks also tried to fit well, and he was praising Yang Ruoqing.

Blacksmith Luo said to Yang Ruoqing: "Since you gave him shoes and socks from the last girl, there is something wrong with that kid during this time!" ”

"Oh? What's wrong? Yang Ruoqing asked.

Blacksmith Luo glanced at Luo Fengtang's house, and said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "He didn't wash his feet for ten days and half a month before, and this time, before going to bed every night, he has to boil water to burn his feet, and he persuaded me to burn my feet too." ”

"What else are you talking about...... The rich take good medicine, but the poor ......"

"The poor soak their feet more." Yang Ruoqing reminded.

"Yes, yes, that's it." Blacksmith Luo nodded repeatedly.

"Girl, you say, is there something wrong with this kid? It's not like his style! ”

Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything, she stood there and smiled.

No wonder Fang helped him take off his shoes and socks, and he didn't smell the smell of his feet.

I see, that's what happened!

What he said to Uncle Luo was the original words she had given him that day.

Unexpectedly, he didn't just listen to it, but he actually did it.

Yang Ruoqing's heart was sweet, as if she had drunk honey water.

Soon, Luo Fengtang also came out.

"Uncle, can the charcoal almost be fished out of the oven?"

He rolled up his sleeves to the crook of his arm and asked Blacksmith Locke's opinion.

Blacksmith Luo pondered for a moment and said, "I guess it's almost time, you go and fish it out!" ”

"Hmm!"

Luo Fengtang picked up a shovel leaning against the corner of the wall and walked to the door.

Yang Ruoqing chased after her: "Tang Yanzi, I'll go with you to take a look." ”

The two of them came to a miscellaneous room next to the stove room.

There was a pile of wood in the corner of the house, as well as yellow-colored wood chips.

On the ground in the middle, there is an iron bucket half a person high and about a meter wide in diameter.

The iron barrel is tightly sealed, and the color on the outside is dark and mottled, and it looks like it has been used for many years.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing enter the door, he looked at the iron bucket and was distracted.

Luo Fengtang hurriedly explained: "This iron bucket is the stove left by my uncle in the past. ”

"This time it's just right to burn charcoal." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and followed him to the edge of the big iron bucket.

Why burn charcoal, she is a layman.

However, Luo Fengtang obviously knows more than her.

"If the earthen kiln at the entrance of the village is not scrapped, it is the best to use it to burn bricks and charcoal."

He picked up the shovel and broke the two iron bars on the side of the bucket as he said to her.

"Fortunately, this iron bucket is not bad, put this small ear door, the wind can't get in, the wood burns and burns and goes out, and the rest is charcoal."

Yang Ruoqing listened to him say this, and he could probably understand the basic principles.

If you want to make charcoal, you have to choose the kind of dry wood first.

Let them burn.

The degree of this burning matters.

When it burns too much, the wood burns to ashes, and the wind blows nothing.

It has to be burned to a certain extent, and then isolated from oxygen.

In this way, the fire will be extinguished to the fullest.

The half-burned wood is forced out of the wood by the residual temperature in such a vacuum.

The water evaporates, and all that remains is charcoal.

It is not difficult to understand these principles, but she knows that it is not easy for Luo Fengtang to execute all this perfectly.

There are many small details that can make or break the difference.

"Bang dang!"

There was a crunch.

The small ear door of the iron stove was pried open by Luo Fengtang.

She was standing on the front of her pocket, and the moment the small ear door opened, she was dragged hard by Luo Fengtang.

At the moment when she was dragged away, a puff of black smoke rushed out.

Fortunately, she was dragged away, otherwise she would have been rushed to the point where she would have coughed for a while.

"It's so dangerous, I'm almost black-faced!"

She quipped with a laugh.

When she looked down, she found herself wrapped in his arms, and his hands were still resting on her waist.

The bodies of the two people are almost close together.

She could feel the strength of his muscles.

The scene that I had peeked at earlier flashed in front of my eyes again.

Her heart was beating uncontrollably again.

"Qing'er, you're okay, right? Did you choke on it? ”

He asked nervously.