Song Fusheng's heartfelt words: Living in the primeval forest, on the mountain with wolves, who lives who knows, oh my mother, I'm so scared.

But he didn't show any intimidation, covered his daughter-in-law with a quilt, and covered Qian Peiying's face with a moisture-proof mat to avoid being bitten by mosquitoes.

Having said that, you can only use a moisture-proof pad cover, this one is light. If you use a quilt, you will be covered to death, and it will be uncomfortable to wear a mask while sleeping.

He came to Qian Peiying again to take a closer look, and thought: What is the daughter-in-law dreaming of, her feet and legs are straining, and she is dreaming of Double Eleven and 618? Rushing for goods? Alas, the happy life is gone.

During the whole process, the eldest and second eldest of the Song family twisted their faces to the side to avoid suspicion, and they were embarrassed to look at the third brother and third brother and sister, but muttered in their hearts: How old are you, what's the situation, and it's still sticky.

Gao Tietou looked at it while digging a pit, and felt in his heart that if he married Peach Blossom, he could treat her like this, and respected Song Fusheng very much in his heart.

It's strange to say, Gao Tietou has also seen Song Fusheng before, and his impression of Song Sanshu at that time was just two words: he can pretend.

made him not envious of the reader at all, and felt that the reader lived a fake life, and those who opened their mouths also pretended to be gentle, and their words and deeds were not real. His father, Gao Butcher, also commented on it.

But after only one day of contact, Gao Tietou's senses for Song Fusheng changed.

On this day and night, Uncle Song spent all his energy on protecting his wife and daughter, not saying a word or mixing with other things, if he didn't understand anything, he would ask everyone, weave the door curtain to make a tent, and wholeheartedly let his wife and daughter eat well and live well without suffering.

The few smiles on his face were all smiling at the third aunt and the fat girl.

Somehow, although the eighteen-year-old Gao Tietou didn't want to have only one girl in his life, he was very envious of Song Fusheng for taking his daughter and daughter-in-law as a treasure.

Song Fusheng found that Gao Tietou always aimed at him, and dotted the mud pit with his chin: "What are you digging?" In the middle of the night. ”

Gao Tietou scratched the back of his head: "Isn't it charcoal?" I think that's how you dug it. ”

"I haven't burned it out yet, so you're going to learn from me?"

"I believe in the third uncle."

Song Fusheng is funny, he doesn't believe in himself, but others believe in him.

"Come on, eldest brother and second brother, help me open the kiln, I can't succeed here, so as not to waste my efforts."

A good mud bag, only three or five times was picked up by a few men, and the mud bag was steaming.

Song Fusheng knelt on the ground and pulled out, and all the wood that was pulled out at the beginning was unburned wood.

His eldest brother Song Fucai and second brother Song Fuxi muttered on the side: "It's over, it's not at all." ”

It took more than six hours for Song Fusheng's diaphragm to be broken, and he finished shouting before he finished his work, and he couldn't speak one by one.

Immediately after pulling out the burned wood slag, Song Fusheng's heart was also a little cold, and it was no fun.

Holding a long stick and pulling again, his face was full of ashes, and he washed his face and hair in vain.

Oops, oops, oops, oops: "It's burned, you see, this is charcoal!" ”

Several men all came over, lit a few torches to illuminate it, and broke the dry charcoal, which was crisp and shiny.

A few people were excited, the second brother Song took the trot and raised the torch down the hill to get the basket, and the eldest brother of the Song family rubbed his hands: "The third brother, let's make another pot with this mud bag, I guess I can get it now, and I can burn another pot at noon." ”

The head of the high iron iron dug the pit even harder, and gasped: "I'll just say that the third uncle is successful." I shouldn't have gone to the fence with Uncle Tian and them last evening, and I should have learned from the third uncle early, and now my family can also collect charcoal. ”

He also instructed his third brother to help Song Fusheng pull charcoal outside, because Song Fusheng wanted to get into the mud bag to collect it, and it was not easy to burn a pot, and he didn't want to waste it at all if he burned it for a long time.

"Third uncle, let my third brother climb in, don't drill."

"Yes, third uncle, I'll go in, I see you are taking a bath, it just so happens that I haven't washed, I'll come."

At more than four o'clock in the morning, I don't know what kind of bird is calling on the mountain, a grunt for a while, a grunt for a while, Qian Peiying woke up, opened her eyes and looked at the sky, a little dazed.

Ah, yes, it's time to run the ancients.

The probe was startled, and many gentlemen were digging pits and making mud bags in full swing.

Song Fusheng danced and said to Qian Peiying: "Look at it, it's really made, I'll put away two baskets, this time it's cold, I'm not afraid, we have a fire." ”