On the mountain in winter, some trees have withered their leaves, and some trees are still green, like a calm and reserved old man.

The white temples float, through the vicissitudes of life, quiet but not gloomy.

The cold wind blew through the mountains and forests, penetrating into the room through the gaps in the wooden planks, the cold wind was still there, but there was an extra heat in the room.

There was a charcoal basin at the feet of Ah Di and Fu Yuanzhi, and a steady stream of heat came from their feet.

Ah Di no longer has to get up and jump from time to time to warm up like before.

Song Huan went to the mountains today to chop the firewood needed for the next kiln.

After a few times, she also summed up some tricks, the harder the tree burns, the less likely it is to break, and what is needed must be raw firewood.

Song Huan first went to a few traps close to see that there was no harvest, and then he carried the tree that had been cut down.

Cut into the length that can be put into the kiln, about four feet, put it vertically, after stacking, you can also stuff some short firewood in the gaps on both sides, and after it is stuffed, use stones to build the kiln mouth, and then attach it with good mud to plug the excess gaps.

Then, below the level of the side of the cave, another fire outlet is opened to burn firewood, and the burning smoke enters the kiln along the wind from a pipe connected to the kiln, and the thick white smoke comes out of the chimney on the other side to indicate that the raw wood in the kiln has begun to burn.

The burning process lasts for more than an hour, and when there is no thick white smoke, the chimney and the fuse can be sealed, and the kiln can be dismantled for carbon after five days.

Taking advantage of the gap of a few days in the sealing kiln, Song Huan took out the fur that had been processed, the fur was relatively thick, and it was difficult to splice it together with ordinary fine needles, so Song Huan could only go to the blacksmith shop again to customize an iron needle, which cost ten yuan.

This fur doesn't need to be sewn too carefully, Song Huan plans to sew it himself.

Song Huan didn't get his hands on the fifth stitch, and the hairy side of the fur was messy, like a dead knot in the wool.

Fu Yuanzhi, who came out to drink water, looked at the person who was still struggling with fur, "......"

He had seen her tossing two quarters of an hour ago.

Eventually, he was afraid that the rabbit fur would be plucked by her, so he said, "Let it be for me." ”

Song Huan smiled and touched his nose, "It seems that my skills still need to be strengthened, and this hair is too easy to pull out." ”

Fu Yuanzhi took the fur with a smile.

The air was filled with an indescribable awkward atmosphere that made Song Huan uncomfortable, and he slipped out in the blink of an eye.

She's going out to get some fresh air.

Fu Yuanzhi shook his head with a smile and squatted down, collected the fallen rabbit fur, and put it in the basket.

Ah Di retracted his gaze and covered his mouth and snickered, and after being discovered by the eldest brother, he immediately straightened his expression, turned around and continued to practice calligraphy.

Song Huan went to the backyard to watch his harvest.

To be honest, she's struggling with whether to trade this carbon for money.

There are only a few households in the county that use carbon, and there is a certain amount of money used by people for so many years, and the people in the county who sell carbon have a number in their hearts, and they have intervened sideways, affecting the interests of others.

Song Huan thought about it again, and finally decided not to sell carbon, and when the time came, just go to the town to send a bag to the restaurant and wonton shop.

The next day, when the sky was bright, Song Huan went to the town with the only two pheasants and two bags of carbon.

Recently, the weather has been getting colder and colder, and Song Huan's biological clock that can't be moved by thunder has also been disordered, and it is so cold that he woke up early.

The price rose on the tenth day of the first month of winter, and most of them rose by two cents.

Twenty catties of rice before only 80 wen, but after the price increases, it costs 120 wen to buy it.

The fat also rose from 18 wen a pound to 20 wen a catty.

The price increase has been mixed, and the price of the restaurant has also risen, and the two pheasants have also risen from 551 to 58 wen each.

These two chickens have an income of one hundred and sixteen.

The purpose of this time is mainly to not know if prices will rise again in the future, and she still wants to buy more now.

If you have food, you are not afraid of a cold winter, plus there is carbon.

In the restaurant, the shopkeeper and the juniors were already very familiar with Song Huan, Song Huan went directly to the backyard, and settled the account after finding the shopkeeper.

When Song Huan gave the carbon to the shopkeeper, he asked in surprise, "For us?" ”

Song Huan nodded, "Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, and the prey is getting harder and harder to catch, I want to bring it to you by the way this time, I don't know when it will be next time, and I may also get spring." ”

The shopkeeper nodded, "Okay, you can go to Lao Zheng later, yesterday's birthday of the old lady outside the family, there are still some dishes left, you can bring some back." ”

Song Huan also said thank you politely, and then went to the kitchen to find Lao Zheng, and after another greeting, Song Huan went to the wonton shop.

The wonton shop is still waiting for the woman, maybe because of the weather, there are many people eating wontons, Song Huan said hello to the proprietress and put the carbon next to the cart, and then went to buy items.

Song Huan's latest balance is one tael and seven hundred and twenty wen, plus the one hundred and sixteen wen just now, there are also one tael eight hundred and thirty-six wen.

Song Huan brought all the money this time, she still had to buy cotton and quilts, she had bought them early knowing that the price would rise so quickly, and now it was too late to regret it, so she could only buy it when the price had not risen again.

Cotton was eighty wen a catty, Song Huan bought twelve catties, divided into two quilts of six catties, and spent nine hundred and sixty wen.

I also bought three catties of fatty meat, four barrel bones, four catties of white noodles, sixty wen salt, thirty wen sauce, five knives of paper, and spent a total of one or two halves of silver and forty-four wen.

After this time, Song Huan's savings still have 292 Wen left.

Song Huan endured the heartache and hurriedly left the town with his things.

It's so painful to go back to the pre-liberation period.

The quilt is actually still at home, but it's too thin, she really can't stand it as a non-native, and the feeling of being woken up by the cold while falling asleep is really enough.

And the quilt has been around for years, and it's not so warm anymore.

Song Huan had to sleep warmly no matter what.

Even if she still has more than 200 yuan left in her pocket, she doesn't regret it, and the money has to be spent on the blade.

Instead of getting sick coldly and having to spend money on medical treatment, it is better to sleep comfortably and not get sick easily.

Song Huan was still walking on the sheep intestine path back, the north wind was whistling, and the trees on both sides of the road were rustling.

Song Huan heard the sound of punches hitting the flesh and shouting as he walked.

Song Huan walked around the corner, and more than a dozen people were scuffling.

Song Huan didn't want to meddle in things, but who knew that he saw two acquaintances inside.

Isn't this Liang Dayong and the tear-wrapped boy?

Song Huan put the back basket and things away, and after confirming that the battlefield could not be affected, he quickly appeared in the crowd.

Song Huan confirmed the two waves of people with a few impressions, and it was difficult for people to stop with just one pair of hands.

Song Huan was worried about what to do, and saw that she quickly stopped the fist that was about to hit the tear-filled boy's eyes.

The tear-wrapped boy also found Song Huan at this time, his face was happy, and then he shouted worriedly, "Song Ya, go quickly!" ”

As soon as the tear-filled young man's voice fell, he saw a flower in front of him, and a person flew out upside down.

Song Huan was dealing with that person with all his heart just now, and he didn't hear the words of the tear-filled boy for a while, and then he looked at the tear-filled boy with a blank question mark face.

Tear-Wrapped Boy, "......"