The viscous liquid in the stone pot gurgled and bubbled.

A peculiar smell of beeswax began to fill the cold stone house.

Ye Xi was afraid of carbon dioxide poisoning, so he moved the stone slab used to block the door to reveal a gap.

The cold air outside the house was blowing, and Ye Xi sat beside the warm fire that was blazing, stirring the liquid in the stone pot with a soup spoon, and when the pieces of the hive inside were completely melted, he trampled the fire with his feet.

At this time, a lot of black and gray impurities in the stone pot floated up, and Ye Xi patiently scooped up the impurities with a soup spoon little by little until only pure yellow viscous liquid was left in the stone pot.

He put down the soup spoon, scooped up the Ga Ga in his arms and stuffed it to Broken Ling: "You take care of Ga Ga here, I'll go out." ”

Broken Ling nodded: "Okay." ”

"Chirp!"

Ye Xi went out of the door and came back after a while, still holding a large bundle of long, straw-like things in his hand.

The cold air and the scattered snowflakes were brought into the stone house by Ye Xi.

It's snowing outside again, and the returning Ye Xi has a lot of crystal snowflakes on his head and shoulders.

As soon as he saw Ye Xi come in, Duan Ling jumped up from the ground and said anxiously: "My lord, the things in that pot have changed!"

"Don't worry. ”

Ye Xi reassured, he put down the bundle of grass slowly, patted the snow off his body, and then walked to the stone pot to take a look.

At this time, the yellow liquid in the stone cauldron had all solidified and completely turned into a paste.

Ye Xi smiled lightly: "It's okay, that's it, now come and help me peel these grasses together." ”

"Stripping the grass?" Broken Ling looked curiously at the bundle of grass.

Ye Xi sat down casually, and then took out one of the straw bales at random: "Look, that's it." ”

He pinched off the bottom of the grass, then pinched the white core with his fingernails and pumped it harder. A long white core of grass was pulled out.

Broken Ling curiously sniffed the white and tender grass core, and stretched out her tongue like a beast and licked it: "It's sweet!"

Ye Xi smiled and beckoned: "Don't lick it, come and help peel it together, the time is very tight, everything must be done before night." ”

"Oh. Broken Ling sat obediently next to Ye Xi, and pulled out the core of the grass one by one according to his appearance.

After half an hour after all the grass cores were pumped, Ye Xi picked up the bundle of white and tender grass cores and built a fire to dry the moisture of the grass cores.

Taking advantage of the time to dry the grass core, he took some logs and made a bunch of cuboid molds.

The water in the grass core was gradually dried, and each of these grasses was nearly a meter long, so Ye Xi cut them into several pieces and put them aside for later use.

The fire under the cauldron was rekindled, and the solidified thing melted again. Ye Xi filtered out the impurities again, and then slowly poured the melted, hot yellow liquid into the mold.

Ye Xi: "Xiaoling, you can insert the grass core into it." ”

Broken Ling nodded, her bright black eyes looked at the liquid in the mold seriously, and carefully erected the grass core in the center of the mold.

"My lord, what is the use of this thing?" Xiao Duanling finally couldn't help but ask.

Ye Xi held the big stone pot filled with liquid and said, "It's something used for lighting, it's called a candle, and when it's lit, it can be lit like a torch." A candle can burn for a long time and will not smell like a torch. ”

The advantages of candles for torches, as long as those who have used them know, are not only the above two advantages, generally in the indoor place where candles can be used, no one will use torches.

Broken Ling didn't understand why he could replace the torch with something melted by the beehive, but since this was what Ye Xi said, he wouldn't doubt it.

"Chirp, tweet!"

Wearing a small jacket of inferior animal skins, Gaga, he walked to the side to watch, chirping while watching, and his small chest seemed to be pointing out the country.

Ye Xi, who was holding the stone pot, was afraid that it would knock over the mold filled with beeswax solution, so he gently kicked it away with his toes.

"Chirp!!"

The kicked Quack flapped its wings unhappily, but instead of pecking Ye Xi, it turned its head and pecked at the ground, a peck was a pit, as a sign of its anger.

The mold was quickly used up, and now that the weather is cold, the beeswax quickly solidifies, Ye Xi and Broken Ling pry things out of the mold with a knife blade, and then boil the remaining beeswax in the zeolite pot again to fill the vacated mold.

As the sky darkens, all the solution in the pot has been converted into honey-colored candles with the scent of beeswax.

It gets dark quickly in winter.

Before many of the soldiers who set up stalls in the trading area had time to clean up their stalls, and the pedestrians who were wandering in the distance had not had time to rush back to the stone houses they rented, it was suddenly dark.

The rest of the pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, and they didn't bother to buy anything more in the dark winter night, but only wanted to rush to the stone house. But as they walked, many people couldn't help but stop when they saw a stall, and then walked over with a twist on the soles of their feet.

It's a very simple stall, it has only two tables and only one commodity – candles.

Hundreds of candles are lit in the cold night, and the bright candle flame sways slightly with the wind, and the candlelight is intertwined, hazy and beautiful. In the early nightfall, this continuous candlelight is particularly eye-catching.

Unconsciously, a large group of pedestrians gathered around the stall, looking at the lit candles and discussing a lot of novelty.

"What is this, and why is it lit?"

"Yes, it's so strange, why can this yellow thing be lit on fire? And it's so fragrant, do you smell a special aroma?!"

"Smell it! And you don't find that this thing doesn't actually smoke?!"

"Hey, yes, as soon as you said it, I found out that it really didn't have smoke, no matter what was lit, there was smoke, why didn't it have it?"

The crowd asked Ye Xi and Duan Ling in a gossipy manner, and there was only one general meaning.

"What are you selling, stall owner?"

Ye Xi raised his voice and explained, "This is called a candle, and it is a specialty of our Yanwen tribe!"

"Our candle doesn't smoke like a torch, and a candle can burn for a long time. You see, my candle has been burning for so long, has it not been short at all? If it were a piece of wood, it would have burned out a long time ago!"

Someone on the left asked, "Why can you light a fire?"

Ye Xi smiled confidently: "Because this is the exclusive secret recipe of our tribe, they are made of precious materials, the production technology is complicated, and it takes one process after another to make such a magical, smokeless candle that burns for a long time!"

Someone on the right was moved and asked, "How do you sell candles?"

Ye Xi's smile deepened, revealing a row of snowy teeth: "This is the first time that our Flame Pattern Tribe has sold candles here, because it is the first business, so the price is cheap, only two Mixed Blood Beast Cores are needed for one!"

"One and two Mixed Blood Beast Cores......"

Ye Xi agitated again: "The candles brought by our Yanwen tribe this time are limited, and they will be gone after they are sold out!"

"And our tribe is located in a remote location, far away from Jiugong, so next time it is likely that we will not come to Jiugong!