What's going on here? Sikong Xiao recovered from his surprise, and after trying several methods, he couldn't get the slate to light up again.

Is it really poked by yourself? This is a slate, how could it break so easily? But if it's not broken, how can you explain that it can't light up anymore?

Sikong Xiao was lying on the slate and his clothes, although he was lying down, he didn't feel a trace of sleepiness, and all he was thinking about was how to explain this slate to Hua Mian.

This kind of workmanship is so ingenious that even the most delicate tools would be dwarfed in front of this stone slab, and if it were in the palace, it would have been enshrined in the temple for worship or stored in the deepest part of the treasure cabinet, but now it has become like this.

I used to see that Huamian had been extremely careful to collect the slate, presumably it must have its importance, for her, it may have been a legacy of her family or something else that is precious, but now she has been ruined by her own carelessness.

Huamian didn't sleep well this night, although it was hard to have a bed to sleep, but I had strange dreams over and over again, and I was in the company when the project PA notified the meeting, but when I was ready to go to the conference room, I found that the power in my hand was insufficient, and I couldn't find the charger, I was looking for the charger Xiaocui came out of nowhere with a bowl of soup, saying that there was something strange in the soup, and after picking it out with chopsticks, I found that it was my own charging cable.

Several unrealistic dreams were together in a row, so that Hua Mian couldn't wake up if she wanted to, the alarm clock of the spare mobile phone rang on time, Hua Mian turned off the alarm clock casually, and struggled in bed to open her eyes, although this night's dream was quite tiring, but these could not make Hua Mian ignore the comfort of the bed provided by this post house.

The hardware and software of this post house are really far beyond Hua Mian's imagination, as if this is an anomaly in this world, although most of the people in the mission just think that the reason for this comfort is due to the fatigue of the trek for several days, so that when they arrive at a place where there is a bed to sleep and can take a hot shower, they will feel extremely comfortable.

Only Hua Mian noticed a slight difference, the bedding on the bed in the room was different from the cotton bedding used in other places, it was lighter and softer, and this felt like ...... Down? That's right! This feeling belongs to the down.

This is strange, even the palace does not use down, although I don't know what the emperor and other people's bedding is, but at least she still knows that it is ordinary cotton, but it turned out to be a duvet in such a remote village inn.

Hua Mian coveted the softness and comfort in the quilt and was reluctant to get up, just when Hua Mian slowly closed her eyes and vaguely wanted to sleep again, Xiao Cui's sound of knocking on the door rang on time.

"Sister Huamian... Are you up? Xiaocui's voice came from outside the door.

What time is it? Hua Mian opened her eyes violently, picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow, and forgot that this mobile phone was not set to ring continuously, and the alarm clock would not ring again after it was pressed.

It's over, it's already this point, and it's too late to do anything for breakfast now, Huamian jumped up from the bed singlely, and thought about what he was going to do while quickly freshening up?

By the way, yesterday I saw that the mountain vegetables here were fresh and there was ham, and I wanted to make assorted steamed dumplings, but I only had time to take out the glutinous rice flour, and the filling and everything had not been prepared.