"What?" Yang Shumiao asked strangely when he saw Jiang Lanqing's startled appearance.

Jiang Lanqing said: "I want to play a kang, or where will Jinyu sleep." ”

"What is Kang?" Poplar saplings have never been seen and never heard.

"The kang is the bed you sleep on here, and in winter, you can burn firewood to make the kang warm." Jiang Lanqing remembered the big kang where the northerners slept in her previous life, her house would be very cold in winter, and with the kang, it would be better in winter.

"So good? I'd like to see it. "Yang Sapling never knew that the bed could be heated by a fire, and couldn't help but want to see what the kang looked like.

When the meal came out, Jiang Jingxuan took Jinyu to wash his hands and sat on the table and waited for the meal to start, just waiting for Yang Shulin to come back with water.

As soon as Jiang Lanqing set up the meal, Yang Shulin came back, and the poplar sapling hurriedly served the meal, and several people ate around the table.

Yang Shumiao had just asked Jiang Lanqing what she needed to repair the kang, and after eating two mouthfuls of food, she asked her brother to carry some mud and wheat stalks back.

"What is it for?" Poplar asked.

"Sister Qing said that she wanted to make a sleeping kang, and she could burn firewood or grass in it in winter, and the kang was hot, and it would not be cold at all when people sat on it." After Yang Shumiao finished speaking, she asked Jiang Lanqing if she was right, Jiang Lanqing nodded.

"Okay." As long as Jiang Lanqing needs it, Yang Shulin doesn't ask much, just do it.

Feeling Yang Shulin's eyes, Jiang Lanqing lowered her head to eat, thinking in her heart, find an opportunity to make her words clear, she doesn't like to be misunderstood like this.

After eating, Yang Shumiao went home and asked his father to help make the kang.

Jiang Lanqing finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, only Jiang Jingxuan and Jinyu were left in the house, and took a small sword she carved to Jinyu to let him play by himself, and she pulled her son to talk in the low shed.

"Shuo'er, do you remember the time my mother went into the mountains and brought back a few August melons, wrapped in a piece of brown paper, did you throw away the paper?"

Jiang Jingxuan thought about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he ran into the main house and came out covered in dust after a while: "Is this what my mother said?" ”

"Why are you all gray?" Jiang Lanqing frowned dissatisfiedly, patted the dust for his son, and then took the kraft paper and looked at it carefully: "Yes, it's this, where did you put it, why didn't my mother see it." ”

The house was so big that she didn't see it when she cleaned it every day.

"There's a rat hole under the bed, and they often come out of it to steal our stuff to eat, and I use this to plug the hole." Jiang Jingxuan thought of the group of mice that couldn't be beaten, and he was so angry that he pouted, cute and cute.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, I couldn't see anything, just a piece of paper with nothing.

There was nothing, a piece of broken paper, which almost killed them, Jiang Lan was so angry that he crumpled the kraft paper into a ball and threw it into the stove.

I only heard the sound of "zizi", but there was no flame, and no kraft paper was burned.

Oh, my God! Is this a treasure? She took the tongs and took out the paper ball, unfolded the brown paper, and it was as intact as ever, with no signs of burning, only some plant ash on it.

After checking again and again, he still couldn't see anything, so Jiang Lanqing had no choice but to put away the kraft paper and hand it to Shuo'er: "You still take this to plug the mouse hole!" Don't let anyone see it. ”

In this house, there are no rat holes safe.

"Good mother." Jiang Jingxuan took the kraft paper and ran back to the house.

Jiang Lan cleared out the low shed, and saw Jinyu standing at the door of the house looking out mysteriously, and asked strangely, "What are you doing?" ”