Mi Zhichan sat drowsy by the medicine stove, and simply went back to the room to find the needle and thread.

Doing needlework and watching the fire at the same time is finally not so boring.

After the medicine was boiled, Mi Zhichan also completed her masterpiece, a total of two, which were sewn according to the sexual-sexy pants of her previous life.

Go back and wash and put it on for Chu Lichuan, so you don't have to worry about today's embarrassment in the future.

In the house, Chu Lichuan was lying on the bed - weaving baskets with bamboo strips.

He said that it was not an empty phrase to support his daughter-in-law, and he wanted to prove it with practical actions.

Mi Zhichan said with a straight face: "Drink the medicine and sleep, you need to rest now, and it will take a long time to earn money in the future." ”

"Okay." Chu Lichuan obediently took the bowl.

He drank it all after blowing it cold, because he was still thinking about the half-woven bamboo basket, and even if he had to rest, he would have to wait until he finished weaving it.

But after receiving Mi Zhichan's warning eyes, he silently retracted his hand and obediently fell asleep on the bed.

He knew that she cared about his body, and it was an experience he hadn't experienced in a long time.

The last time my grandmother was alive, she would care if he was hot or cold, sleepy or hungry.

Later, the Yu family only cared about one thing, that is, whether they could earn silver.

Fortunately, he made the right choice between his family and his daughter-in-law.

After acupuncture, the pain was reduced a lot, and with the sleeping component in the medicine, it didn't take long for Chu Lichuan to fall asleep.

Mi Zhichan helped him cover the quilt and fry his own medicine, then went to the kitchen to fly the barrel bones he bought in the morning twice through the water, and then added enough water to stew.

The bones will be stewed for a long time, just enough to burn some charcoal by the way.

Although he bought two new quilts, Chu Lichuan's house leaked on all sides, and he could freeze to death without charcoal.

was busy until dark, and Mi Zhichan burned four pots of charcoal.

In addition to using it for herself, she also plans to let Zheng Hu sell it in the town.

When she was shopping today, she heard from the shopkeeper that the weather was cold this year, and the price of charcoal had risen by 30%, but the supply still exceeded demand.

That's why she thought about selling charcoal.

But she didn't know if she could make money, after all, she was an outsider to this world and was not familiar with the rules here.

But now I can't let too many people know that she knows how to heal, it's better to be foolish than idle.

Mi Zhichan was thinking about going to Zheng Hu, but she didn't think that he would come by himself.

There was also a basket of eggs in his hand, first, he was sending eggs to Brother Chu Lichuan to replenish his body, and secondly, he came to eat.

There is no way, he is the only one left in his family, and his craftsmanship is still very bad, especially after eating at Yu's house at noon, he feels that what he makes is difficult to swallow.

If he didn't come out to eat, he was afraid that he would starve to death.

Mi Zhichan knew that he had a very good relationship with Chu Lichuan, so she omitted the polite words.

If there is no space, it is better to add a dish.

She knocked three eggs, added water and flour to make a batter, then added salt and chopped green onions, and spread them into a pot of egg cakes.

The egg cake should be fried slowly over low heat, and taking advantage of this effort, Mi Zhichan talked about charcoal.

"Ah Hu, can you help me bring charcoal to the town and ask the price?"

Zheng Hu said briskly: "Look at what you said, if you have something to do in the future, even if you tell me, as long as I can do it, I will definitely do it for you, but... How did you get so much charcoal? ”

The peasant family lived a fine life, and the firewood was doused with water before it was burned and made into charcoal.

Most of this charcoal is left for the winter for their own fire, and a few of them are sold to charcoal shops in good condition and exchanged for a few copper plates to subsidize the family.

But his sister-in-law just got married, when did she save so much charcoal?

This can't be her dowry...

Mi Zhichan said truthfully: "Use the firewood you sent to burn, if you can help me sell it, the family will have an extra income." ”

With a source of livelihood, Chu Lichuan doesn't have to worry about weaving his bamboo basket all the time.

"I don't understand this thing either, but the shopkeeper shouldn't have the guts to lie to me, I'll ask you."

Zheng Hu took over the work.

This is also the reason why Mi Zhichan asked Zheng Hu for help.

He is just a small official of the Inspection Department, but he is a person who eats official meals, and ordinary people dare not fool him.

The matter of charcoal is negotiated, and the egg cake is out of the pot.

The cake was fried until golden brown and crispy, and with the delicious and pure white bone broth, the three of them were extremely satisfied.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Mi Zhichan boiled two more buckets of hot water.

Today, she was busy and sweating, and Chu Lichuan was sweating painfully, so she had to wash carefully.

Not only did the two of them wash cleanly, but Mi Zhichan also put on a new quilt.

Chu Lichuan is a man who loves cleanliness, but he can't stand the torture of bone poison, so he can only lie on the bed, and his family doesn't help clean up, resulting in his quilt not drying for a month, not only is it not warm, but there is also a smell of sweat.

At night, the wind is strong again, and just listening to the whirring sound makes people feel cold.

Mi Zhichan involuntarily leaned on Chu Lichuan's body, but in her sleep, she didn't know that her chest was just against Chu Lichuan's arm.

The soft-soft but elastic-sexual touch almost drove him crazy.

The meat is in his mouth, but he can only look at it and can't eat it, is there anything more tragic than this?

Well... When did he so... Lewd?