Qing Huan had just taken the bucket and was going to pull some well water, when Banqin on the side saw it, he snatched the bucket from Qing Huan's hand.

"Brother, let me come, you can't do these things, I'll do it."

As she spoke, she threw the bucket into the well and shook it a few times, and the bucket was full, and the little girl lifted the bucket in three or two strokes without blushing or beating her heart.

Qing Huan looked at the movements of the little girl who was one size younger than herself, her face turned red, and she reached out to take back the bucket, but a pair of big hands had already taken the bucket before her.

"I'll do it, this kind of rough work is what a little girl like you should do."

It was Niu Erzhuang who spoke, he took the bucket from Banqin's hand, took a closer look at Banqin's expression, and then carried the bucket full of water into the stove room.

Banqin was glanced at by Niu Erzhuang, and his face became wooden, and he didn't say a word, turned his head and went back to the house, until Niu Erzhuang pulled enough water, filled the iron pot, and went out of the stove room again, then he calmed down and entered the stove room to boil hot water.

Qing Huan realized that these two people seemed to have an awkward relationship, she remembered that in the past few days since she came, the words and deeds of these two people have been a little ambiguous, I don't know what it is for today, Banqin, who has always been gentle and soft-spoken, is actually angry like this, in front of herself, she doesn't give Niu Erzhuang a good face.

Qing Huan is a man at this time, and there are some things that she is inconvenient to ask Banqin, and even if she asks Banqin, she may not necessarily answer.

That Niu Erzhuang always felt that he was separated by a layer of naturalness that did not seem to get along with Banqin and Zhang, and on the day they first met, the look on Niu Erzhuang's face also made Qing Huan a little wary of this person, so she didn't plan to ask Niu Erzhuang.

Just thinking that maybe these two days would be a little noisy, and it would be fine after two days, so she didn't care too much.

When the hot water was boiled, Qing Huan refused to let the two of them help this time, and carried it back to the room one by one, filling the wooden barrel with hot water, and then closed the doors and windows, took off the mask, stripped off his clothes and lay down in the hot water.

The temperature of the hot water was just right, and the warmth surrounded Qinghuan's body, so comfortable that she didn't want to move when she lay in the water, until the water was a little cold, and then she took a coarse cloth towel and wiped her body carefully.

The skin of this original body was extremely delicate, and after the coarse cloth was wiped, it was a red mark as if it was about to bleed, Qing Huan didn't dare to use force, and in the end he simply gave up the towel and gently rubbed it with his own hands.

This toss, when she took a good bath, the water was already cold, fortunately, it was close to midsummer at this time, and she was not afraid of the cold, Qinghuan got dressed, only felt that the pores all over her body were shouting for comfort, she poured the bath water, lay on the bed, and had a good night's sleep.

When she woke up the next day, Qing Huan took the paper that dried yesterday, and the paper was still a little soft before it was completely dry, she cut the shape according to the size of the mask, and compared with the cat mask she brought, she took out her eyes and nose, fixed the shape, and put it in the sun to dry.

This is what Miss Hua used to do in the early years, Qing Huan inherited Miss Hua's memory, and it was not difficult to do it at all, eleven thick sheets of paper, and successfully made twenty-two masks.

In the afternoon, the paper was all dry, Qing Huan took the masks, went to the study, took the brush, thought about the information obtained yesterday, and began to prepare to draw the masks.

Yesterday she wrote down a total of five missing news, all of which were notices of recent new posts, and it would be very difficult to find them earlier, and the probability of success was also low, and only the newly lost people had some hope of finding them.

Of these five people, except for one from Lin'an County, one of the eight counties under the jurisdiction of Hangzhou, the remaining four are all from Hangzhou. Lin'an County is the third son of the landlord Zong Malu, one in Hangzhou is the grandson of the famous Zhang family, one is the eldest girl of Liao Ji Tofu Workshop, one is the child of Zhang Fuzi in the private school, and one is the old man who lost the Sun family in the east of the city.

There is only one woman among the five people, this is not the result of Qing Huan's deliberate selection, in fact, in that notice, the person he is looking for is a man, and women are very rare, and this one is also recorded by Qing Huan when he saw Tete.

This is not a woman who has lost less than a man, Qing Huan thinks about it, he probably lost a woman, everyone is not good at the woman's reputation, even if it is found, it will bring harm to the reputation of the family, it is to find it secretly in private, if you really can't find it, forget it, and don't want to make trouble on the bright side.

In this comparison, it is not easy for Master Hua to spend a lot of time for her, but with the identity of the Hua family, the merchant family is a family with some backers, and it is not a family that relies on reputation to eat, and in the future, the children of the Hua family will get married, and many people who can climb relatives will not go to the reputation of the Hua family, and the scruples in this regard should be smaller.

Among the five people, Qing Huan didn't know any of them, although the amount of the reward was high or low, Qing Huan didn't have the idea of favoring one side, so he thought of which one to paint, and thought about the person's information in his head, and began to paint.

After the masks were painted one by one, it was already evening when all five masks were painted.

For those five people, Qing Huan also had some understanding in his heart, and the eldest girl in Lin'an County and Liao Ji Tofu Fang were actually together.

Judging from what Qing Huan saw, the two were not lost, but escaped by themselves, and the two lived at the foot of a mountain talking and laughing.

First, there are no clues in this mountain, and secondly, people are in love with concubines, and Qing Huan doesn't want to do that thing to beat mandarin ducks, so he skips that he doesn't plan to continue to look for clues about these two people.

The child of Zhang Fuzi in the private school, Qing Huan saw the information that someone knew that he was dead, but judging from the fact that he was still posting a missing person notice, although he was dead, it is estimated that the body has not been found, so it is not known where he died or why he died.

When Qing Huan was drawing this person's mask, he saw a series of messy pictures, as if someone had given him a head from behind, the picture was shaky, and then his eyes were full of blood, and at the end of the picture, through those bloodstains, a blurred figure could be seen.

I don't know why Qing Huan always felt that the figure seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Relying only on those messy pictures, it was impossible to guess where this person was, so Qing Huan skipped this person over.

The remaining two are also the notices posted in the last two days, the grandsons of the Zhang family, and the lost old man, about these two Qinghuan have seen the picture and have some clues, but they are not sure for a while.

The grandson was a two-year-old child, who was held in his arms, and what he saw in his eyes was a carriage, and as for the lost old man, he was wandering alone in the forest, and Qing Huan guessed that he was probably a little senile and didn't know the way home.