Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief.

His hand was still on her waist.

It felt like a cat's paw scratching her.

"Qing'er, what's the matter with your face today? It's like drinking alcohol at every turn......"

Luo Fengtang noticed her face again.

"Huh? Is it? Have it? Didn't you? ”

She raised her hand a little panickedly and wiped her face.

No way.

It's piping hot!

I secretly scolded myself in my heart that I was really angry today, and my face became thinner?

This is not possible!

People live in the world by being bold and thin-hearted and thick-skinned.

Luo Fengtang looked at the root of her ear, which was also red.

The boy seemed to suddenly understand something.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

I thought Qing'er was very arrogant and didn't understand anything.

It turns out that she will be shy too?

The boy's deep and dark eyes crossed with a hint of doting and a little bad smile.

"Qing'er, I heard people say that it's good to blow the red earlobe, I'll help you blow ......"

As he spoke, he leaned down and blew softly on her earlobe.

'Hiss......'

Yang Ruoqing gasped, goosebumps all over her body stood up.

Like a frightened rabbit, she screwed his arm lightly.

"Stinky boy dares to tease me? Looking for si, ah, you? ”

Her eyebrows were raised, her hands folded around her waist, and she bared her teeth at him.

Luo Fengtang was stunned, and then laughed.

"Laugh and laugh? Laugh fart! Laugh at me again and rip your teeth bare! ”

She said fiercely.

It's amazing, this kid has a tendency to change now?

Luo Fengtang tried to hold back his laughter, and the boy looked at her with soft eyes.

"Qing'er, has anyone told you that the way you go crazy is a little similar to your milk......

"Holy!"

Yang Ruoqing directly burst into foul language.

pounced on it with both hands and grabbed Luo Fengtang's two ears.

"Okay, you stinky boy, it's really easy to bully as a sister, right?"

"I can't tease my sister, and I dare to talk about it. You think your ears are short, aren't you? ”

"Ouch, Qing'er spare my life, I was wrong, I was wrong......"

"Haha, what's wrong?" She asked smugly.

"Huh? What's wrong? He asked, stunned.

"Humph!"

Yang Ruoqing gritted her teeth and almost twisted his ears into rabbit ears.

"Ouch...... Everything's wrong, everything is wrong! Don't dare to ...... next time."

"Call my sister and I'll let go!"

"That's not possible, you're younger than me!"

"It's not called, is it? I'm screwing I'm screwing I'm screwing ...... again"

"Don't scream!"

"Do you want to call or not?"

"Don't scream when you kill you!"

“……”

Yang Ruoqing's domineering was still defeated in one of his tendons in the end.

This kid would rather break his ears than let go of his sister.

Yang Ruoqing was discouraged and had to let go.

Luo Fengtang rubbed his red ears and stepped aside still grinning.

This sister and sister can't shout nonsense.

shouted, doesn't that mean that the generation?

That's not going to happen.

He doesn't have the seniority of those brothers and sisters, what he wants is, hehe......

Yang Ruoqing didn't know the far-reaching thoughts hidden behind Luo Fengtang's dead eyes.

At this moment, she was bending over, looking at the pile of black things inside the iron bucket.

"Tang Yanzi, why is there still a smell of fruit?"

She tilted her head, a little surprised.

Back to business, Luo Fengtang also put away the frolicking and walked over.

"These charcoal-burning woods are fruit trees that I cut from the mountains."

"When you burn it, it's fruit charcoal."

As he spoke, he picked up his shovel and stabbed it into the iron stove.

I pulled out the fruit charcoal inside.

Fruit charcoal?

Yang Ruoqing remembered what the Sun family had said before.

Even for the lowest fruit charcoal, the price of tile is more expensive than medium charcoal.

Because of the fruit charcoal, the smell is better than ordinary charcoal.

Clothes and shoes are baked with fruit charcoal, all with a faint fragrance.

However, the fruit tree is no ordinary one.

It has to be those old fruit trees in the mountains.

Peach, plum, and apricot trees are the best.

"Tang Yanzi, what kind of fruit tree are you using here?" Yang Ruoqing then asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "Peach tree." ”

Peach?

Yang Ruoqing's eyes narrowed, the fragrance of peach blossoms.

"This time I went to cut fruit trees, and I saw a camphor tree that was some years old."

Luo Fengtang said while sorting out the charcoal on the ground.

"I'm going to cut down the camphor tree and burn a batch of charcoal from the camphor wood to make it more fragrant!"

……

The two of them weighed the batch of fired fruit charcoal.

It's a total of thirty pounds.

Luo Fengtang found a twine bag and put charcoal in it.

"This charcoal should be enough for you to burn for a month."

"When this batch is burned, the next batch of camphor charcoal will be burned, and I will send it to your house when the time comes." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

"What? You said that all this charcoal was given to my family? She asked.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

Yang Ruoqing said: "If it doesn't work, you and your uncle have to leave some braziers to keep warm!" ”

Luo Fengtang shook his head and said, "We two old men, it's not cold. ”

"It's all flesh and blood, it's cold, how can it not be cold?" Yang Ruoqing said.

"Hehe, we never baked a fire in previous years!" Luo Fengtang said.

"What's more, this year we still have cotton shoes and cotton clothes, it's warm!"

He threw the bag containing fruit charcoal onto his shoulder, raised his foot to leave, and was dragged by Yang Ruoqing.

"You have to listen to me about this, leave half of the fruit charcoal for your own fire, otherwise, I don't want half of it!"

Yang Ruoqinghu lowered her face and said with a serious face.

Luo Fengtang was stunned, but he didn't expect Qing'er to die on this.

However, the girl's concern, he understood in his heart.

"Qing'er, you can use this charcoal first."

"There's still wood in this house, I'll just go back and burn some more."

Putting down these words, Luo Fengtang picked up the bag and strode out of the stove room.

……

Luo Fengtang carried a basket full of wood chips in his left hand.

In his right hand, he carried a bag of fruit charcoal.

Yang Ruoqing shook her empty hands, and the two of them walked towards the old Yang's house with a smile and a smile.

As soon as she turned the intersection in front of her, Yang Ruoqing's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Qing'er, what's wrong?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing raised her chin and gestured forward.

"Why is that guy standing with that?" She asked.

Following her guidance, Luo Fengtang also looked over.

I saw Mu Zichuan pacing and wandering at the mouth of the alley, his eyes occasionally looking around.

"Looking at him like this, it looks like he's waiting for Qing'er to you."

Luo Fengtang said, and the smile in the boy's eyes faded a little.

His gaze was fixed on the thin and tall figure in front of him, and something unfathomable flashed under his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head directly.

"It's impossible, he and I are now on the same side of the road."

"Why don't you make a bet?" He turned his head and smiled at her.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to say, bet on betting, who is afraid of whom?

At this moment, Mu Zichuan, who was wandering over there, found Yang Ruoqing here.

Mu Zichuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly walked towards this side.