A few stones, a pinch of mud, a simple small furnace.

Pick two suitable clay pots, and make a slight modification to two ready-made clay pots.

When Wan Wan was cleaning the clay pot by the river, she broke two large elm coins and carried them back.

The elm money was captured, and the elm branch was folded and compared to the size of the clay pot into a small drawer with a handle. Add water to the clay pot and place the drawer in the pot.

Wan Wan washed the handkerchief and spread it on the small drawer, and then put the flour and elm money in a ratio of one to nine and mixed it slightly. I found a piece of the remaining stone slab to use as a lid, put it on top of the clay pot, and finally put it on the stove to add firewood and light the fire.

The flour is millet flour, and it is said that the taste should be good.

Add water to another clay pot, throw a few wild vegetables, and sprinkle a pinch of salt grains to make a pot of fresh and tender wild vegetable soup.

Wan Wan added a little firewood to each of the small stoves, and began to worry about the utensils. In the middle of making a set and buying it again, Wan Wan chose to buy it again. After all, there are still a lot of things that need to be used, and I just destroyed another quilt.

Wan Wan moved the two small clay pots to the table, and used the remaining elm branches to cut out two chopsticks and a spoon for Feng Qingcheng. He was repeatedly warned not to move, and then went out again.

This time, instead of going to the nearest village, she went to a village farther away. It is not so easy to buy things from the villagers, there is almost no surplus of these applications, and selling them means that they are useless.

Wan Wan didn't dare to put the price too high, lest those people take the silver money and go out of the mountain and attract the attention of those who have a heart. After running to two or three villages like this, Wan Wan barely bought some application materials and ingredients, but she didn't buy quilts.

The previous two beds happened to meet a family who was going to marry their daughter next year, and they made such two new quilts for their daughter in the winter. Wan Wan had more money on top of the capital, and the family happily sold the quilt to her.

The rest of the people's quilts are not enough, and even if there is a surplus, it is dirty and torn, and it is really difficult to buy a third bed.

It was evening when Wan Wan hurried back to the cabin. Feng Qingcheng was really obedient and resting, and he didn't do anything more.

He sat at the side of the stone table, as if he had been waiting for her.

Half of the rice and soup were left, and there were two pairs of wooden spoons and chopsticks on the table, but there was no one that Wan Wan had made before. These are far more delicate than the one she made, with a few smooth moire patterns carved on the top of the chopsticks, and a crescent moon carved on the handle of the spoon.

Wan Wan asked in wonder, "Where did it come from?" ”

Feng Qingcheng said: "I did it." ”

Wan Wan was shocked for a while when she heard this, "Are you still Fengqing City?" ”

She sat down, played with the little spoon for a while, and scooped up a mouthful of soup to drink. After a moment's pause, she swallowed reluctantly, and then scooped another spoonful of Yuqian rice.

In her previous life, she was not good at cooking, but she didn't come to this point. Could it be because of this body?

This should be attributed to strong family genetics.

After half a ring, Wan Wan asked, "How did you swallow that half pot of rice and soup?" ”

Feng Qingcheng said: "I thought you did it, so I swallowed it." ”

Wan Wan laughed dryly, leaned over to Feng Qingcheng's side, and said, "Then do you still eat?" ”

Feng Qingcheng was slightly stunned, then understood what she meant, and said with a smile: "I'll eat these at dusk, you go and eat pastries." ”

Wan Wan nodded, really got up and reheated the soup and rice, and served it to Feng Qingcheng in the newly bought bowls. He took out some snacks from the basket and sat across the stone table and watched him eat.

Looking at Wan Wan, he was a little suspicious, whether what he ate was the same as what he ate. It's obviously so unpalatable, but there is no discoloration on his face.

After nibbling on snacks for a while, Wanwan faintly felt that her behavior seemed to be a bit of a bully.

She got up and took out the dates she had specially bought, went to the river to wash them, and boiled a pot of red date soup and simmered it on the stove. When the time comes, the dates can be fished out to make snacks, and the soup can be used as tea. Put some brown sugar on it and drink it, it has the effect of nourishing blood.

The house is not big, there is only one such one, and the things I bought back are trivial, and it only takes a while to clean up. Wan Wan didn't sleep for two nights in a row, and she was very sleepy at the moment. If you have nothing to do, you naturally have to rest early.

She spread the burnt quilt on the kang board, turned her head to Feng Qingcheng and said, "You sleep inside." ”

Feng Qingcheng was a little suspicious that he had misunderstood.

Wan Wan saw his expression and immediately said, "If you have a fever in the middle of the night, I will know it." ”

I can't buy a third quilt. This quilt can barely cover one side of the paste, but this kang board is very hot, and it is not good to lie on it directly. At the moment, I used this quilt to spread, just the right warmth and comfort.

In this way, who sleeps on this kang and who sleeps on the stone bed has to make a toss. Of course, Wan Wan can stun him again to end the toss, but she really doesn't have a penchant for abusing herself. It was cold in the mountains, and if she was alone on that stone bed, she would have shrunk all night.

If she hadn't slept in one place, she would have to get up from time to time to check if he had a fever.

It was nightfall, and there was no light in the house, but a little red star shining in the little furnace. The window paper was already torn, and the night wind and the sound of running water poured into the house.

The two lay side by side on the warm stone kang, with the same quilt, listening to the mountain breeze through the forest and the river slowly.

Wan Wan's eyelids fought, and she said, "Something called me." And he fell asleep.

Between the soft and warm quilts, Feng Qingcheng gently held her hand and quietly listened to the sound of her breathing.

The trees outside the house swayed in the mountain breeze, and the waves seemed to overlap in the night. The river reflects the starlight, and the road meanders slowly.

Wan Wan fell asleep and put her head on Feng Qingcheng's shoulder, and when she found such a comfortable pillow, she naturally slept more and more sweetly.

The wind of the night is lingering, and the dream is sweet.

One by one, the stars are increasing, and one by one they are decreasing. Behind the east mountain, the morning glow is revealed, reflecting the river into a brilliant brocade belt.

The coolness of the morning breeze dissipates as the sun rises, and the fresh mountain breeze warmly blows through the new greenery.

Sunlight poured through the windows into the cabin, giving a slouch of late spring.

When Wan Wan opened her eyes, she felt that the angle of her gaze was a little wrong. She came back to her senses, and then came back to her senses, and then moved her head off Feng Qingcheng's shoulder stiffly.

She slowly turned her neck to look at Feng Qingcheng, and when she saw that he was still sleeping peacefully, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief - people were injured like this, and she still used people as pillows, which was too unkind.

Wan Wan wanted to reach out to probe the temperature of his forehead, but found that one of his hands was being held by him.

His palms were warm, no different than before.

Wan Wan looked at him for a moment, but did not withdraw her hand. The temperature of his palm did not exceed the normal body temperature, indicating that the man did not have a fever.

After moving her position slightly, Wan Wan lay down and planned to squint back to her sleep.

Naturally, she lay back on the kang instead of lying on his shoulder. This act of using a seriously injured person as a pillow must be pretended not to have happened.