Song Qingzhi sat up, cut his hair, and thought that the luggage had not been confiscated, how could he fall asleep! Annoyed: "How could I accidentally fall asleep!" Obviously just closed his eyes slightly! ”

Ritsu Zichuan walked to the iron stove in the middle of the yurt, turned over what was boiling in the pot, and said, "You haven't slept well for a while, you should have rested well, if it weren't for thinking that you were hungry, I wouldn't wake you up, come and eat something." ”

Before Qingzhi fell asleep, except for the two beds on both sides of the yurt, the place was messy, and the donkey team hurried down the mountain, piling things on the ground of the yurt casually.

But now the yurt has become neat, as clean as a fairy tale forest hut.

The shelves of the yurt were originally exposed, but Ritsukogawa had already surrounded a circle of felt cloth, which Qingzhi saw in the town and bought it because he liked the color, and it was not only warm, but also because it was chosen by himself, this yurt suddenly felt like home.

Nomads need to be constantly on the move, and the furniture should be as little as possible, but Ritsu Zichuan still bought a small cabinet with drawers at that time, and let the donkey team work hard to bring it up, and this cabinet is now placed against the wall on the side of the green branches.

Qingzhi opened the top compartment with her hand, and it was her underwear, which was wrapped in the bag as she had packed it, and she didn't take it out.

The second grid is still her clothes, and the third grid is Ritsukogawa's clothes.

Song Qingzhi knew that men were inferior to women in ancient times, and women's clothes should not be placed on top of men, and he was grateful that Ritsu Zichuan was actually an ancient feminist awakener, and said: "I'm shorter than you, in fact, it doesn't matter if I put mine below." ”

Ritsukogawa only smiled and did not answer.

On the left hand side of the door was a shelf for miscellaneous items, and a large vat was placed which was already filled with water; On the right-hand side, next to the foot of Ritsu Zichuan's bed, there is a two-tiered small shelf with kitchen utensils and seasoned cured meat.

In the center of the yurt, there was a low table next to the stove, and there were two small benches, Ritsu Zichuan put an iron base on it, put the iron pot on the base to stabilize it, and smiled at Qingzhi: "There are no ribs today, you will eat it." ”

Qingzhi leaned over to take a look and couldn't help but be happy: the steamed buns were boiled in air-dried mutton soup, and the steamed buns and air-dried mutton were all dry food on this journey.

She sat down to eat, the steamed bun slices were crispy yellow on the outside, the naan was soft on the inside, and although the mutton was air-dried, it was also an authentic Keto sheep, sweet and mellow.

Ritsu Tianluo girl Zichuan, grateful.

Qingzhi asked him to come over and eat together, and Ritsukogawa shook his head and said, "I already ate it when you fell asleep." "I'm getting busy again.

Song Qingzhi was a little embarrassed and sped up the speed of eating: Everyone is a partner in mutton breeding, why are you embarrassed to only let Lu Zichuan do things?

While she was eating, she saw Ritsu Zichuan pull a thread in the middle of the room, and opened a large pair of hand-woven cloth bought in Keto Town and hung it, and somehow made it into a movable curtain.

He closed the curtain and tried it, and when he saw that he could indeed divide the yurt into two rooms, he turned back to Qingzhi and smiled, "Is this okay?" It's not a room. ”

Great, great!

After Song Qingzhi finished eating, he saw that there was no place to wash dishes in the yurt, so he went out with dishes and chopsticks.

A large stone slab was placed not far in front of the yurt, where everything for washing and cleaning was located.

And against the yurt, there was a large pile of chopped firewood as if by magic.

How long the hell did she sleep?!

Qingzhi washed the dishes and chopsticks, and washed the big iron pot, Ritsukogawa took out a deep bucket from behind the pile of firewood, and went in again, the sound of water came, and he came out and said to Qingzhi: "The bath water is ready." ”

Song Qingzhi: Xiaolu, partner, why am I embarrassed to call you as a girl? Chopping wood for a fire and drawing bath water.

"You wash first, you've been busy all night."

"No, I've already boiled another pot of water on the stove, and it will be fine soon."

The tub was not far from the bed of the green branches, and the water was full and steaming.

She hesitated, but she never had a chance to take a shower all the way, so she undressed lightly and stepped into the tub.

I'm so happy that I want to sigh!

She soaked for a long time, and when she heard that the pot of water washed by Ritsu Zichuan had been boiled, she was reluctant to come out of the wooden barrel, and then she noticed that the ground floor of the yurt was also covered with felt, and it was very comfortable to step on the soft one.

Qingzhi dried his hair, put on his clothes neatly, and tried to carry water out and pour it, but he couldn't move it......

Ritsukogawa suddenly asked outside, "Have you washed it?" Can I come in? ”

Qingzhi hurriedly said, "Yes, yes." ”

Ritsukogawa walked over with his head down, silently helping Qingzhi lift the barrel and go out to pour out the water.

Qingzhi found that between the black hair and white skin, the roots of his ears were very red, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Ritsu Zichuan's water was mixed, and the bath bucket was placed in front of his bed, and Qingzhi was about to avoid it, but he stopped her and said, "Your hair is still wet, just in the yurt, I'll just close the curtain." ”

Aoeda sat on the side of the curtain and waited, blushing a little as he thought about the last time he had broken in when he had taken a shower.

Fortunately, Ritsukogawa finished washing quickly, he poured the water, and said to Qingzhi through the curtain Let's go to bed early, the sound of futon squirming came, thinking that he fell asleep first, Qingzhi walked to his bedside, wiped his hair vigorously again, and when it was almost dry, he also lay down.

The fire was beating and crackling slightly, and it was comfortable in the yurt.

Song Qingzhi soon fell asleep.

She got up early the next day, boiled porridge for the two of them, and fried steamed bread slices for breakfast.

The mountains are far away from people, and the family has limited supplies, so this breakfast is also good.

After breakfast, the sheep need to eat a lot of grass every day, and the shepherd has to drive the sheep around and keep looking for grass to eat.

Qingzhi walked around, familiarized himself with the environment, and moved the clothes of the two to the small pond, washed them and brought them back.

In front of the yurt, she found a few sturdy tree trunks and buried them, pulled them on the line, and hung the clothes neatly.

After drying the clothes, Qingzhi checked the materials at home and found that most of the ingredients were rice, white flour, dried meat, bacon, dried vegetables and other shelf-stable ingredients, and thought that he needed to go to the forest to pick up some wild vegetables and mushrooms to supplement vitamins.

She didn't know much about the forests of Ketuo Mountain, so she didn't dare to go too deep, picked a little common wild vegetables, and dragged a few large branches of dry firewood back, and the green branches didn't dare to act rashly.

She returned to the yurt, carefully put everything neatly, and swept the inside and outside of the yurt clean, seeing that it was not early, and estimated that Ritsu Zichuan was about to come back after herding the sheep, so she started to cook.

As soon as the white mutton fat was put into the hot pot, there was a hot smoke, and the fragrance of animal fat wafted out, and the green branches were poured into the cut air-dried bacon and stir-fried for a while, water was added, and then the rice was put in.

When the rice was almost ripe, I put in the finely chopped wild vegetables.

The smell of stewed rice spread far into the forest, and Qingzhi went out of the yurt several times to look, not knowing when Ritsukogawa would return.

Looking at it, I suddenly felt that the style of painting was wrong: I have a good fortune script, how did it become a script for the fairy couple who are quiet and good, the present world is stable, the male protagonist is outside the female protagonist, and you herd sheep and I cook? !

She was grief, angry and confused, and Ritsukogawa drove the sheep back.