After the autumn equinox fish slices are finished, the plate is loaded and placed on the edge of the stove.

"Didn't you tell you to chop the firewood? Burn the fire, and I'll fry another peanut." Mr. Wei shouted to the scholar, and shoved some firewood and pine hair into the fire hole under the stove.

The scholar clapped his hands and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll go!"

The thigh-thick firewood was erected, and the scholar picked up the firewood knife from the firewood stack, aimed it in position, and then slashed it down at the top of the firewood.

Boom!

The firewood was cut left and right by the firewood knife, and the top was cracked, but the knife did not cut down, and the trend stopped.

The scholar's eyes shrank, and he dropped the firewood knife, he picked up the firewood, and looked in along the port.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Wei stopped moving when he heard a sound, so he turned his head to look at the scholar and said.

The scholar didn't reply, but picked up the firewood knife again and cut it down from the thin part on both sides of the firewood.

Phew, boom

With the sound of the firewood knife cutting the wood, many small pieces of wood continued to fall on the ground where the firewood was placed, and gradually, as the firewood continued to fall, a black column was revealed inside the firewood.

Mr. Wei didn't know when he squatted next to the scholar, and at this time he was looking at the thing that was about to be fully exposed.

Putting down the firewood knife and blowing away the tiny sawdust, the scholar picked up the firewood with his hands, and peeled some of the bark that had not yet peeled off with his hands.

When all the wood chips fell, what was revealed was a long cylinder of black metal.

Mr. Wei took the thing handed by the scholar with his hand, blew it with his mouth again, and twisted a gag from the left side with his hand to look in.

Looking left and right, Mr. Wei put his palm underneath, put the long cylinder downward, and after a loud sound, the white inner scroll with two looming scrolls slipped out of the cylinder and fell into his hand.

The scholar stretched out a hand, and he wanted to untie the knot in the middle of the scroll.

The hand holding the scroll withdrew back, and Mr. Wei stopped the scholar's movements, poured the scroll into the cylinder with one hand, and held it with one hand. He lifted his robe and stood up, frowning and not speaking.

"Is it the thing that the Zhou family lost?" The scholar also straightened up, touched his temples, and asked with some suspicion.

Nodding, Mr. Wei put the scroll on the square table where the three of them usually eat, and found a chair and stool behind him and sat down.

"No wonder I couldn't find it! It turned out to be hidden in the firewood, and I just saw that the firewood was hollow inside.

It's over, this is a hot potato, it's impossible to tell, especially since that guy's martial arts are so high, I can't tell if the county master really thinks he did it. The scholar sat aside, turned his head to look at the pile of debris with some sighs, and said in the direction of Han Qiufen, facing Mr. Wei.

At this time, Han Qiufen was squatting next to the pile of sawdust on the ground, motionless. From time to time, he flicked the wood on the ground with his hand, and his figure looked a little sad, and the expression on his face was a little sad.

The scholar turned his head and glanced at Mr. Wei, who was tightly frowning and not saying a word, and then turned his head to look at Han Qiufen, who was squatting on the ground, and said with some reluctance:

"Don't be sad, I'll give you another piece of wood, this painting is a big deal, I won't return it, and I'll give it to the old guard as a gift to count the ball." Anyway, as far as we all know about it, no one else knows. The scholar left the stool and walked over to the side of the autumnal equinox, bent down, and patted him on the shoulder. The scholar's face was relaxed, and his tone was half joking and half comforting.

As the scholar's voice fell, "Nonsense!" Mr. Wei's voice rang out, and he shouted with anger on his face.

Rubbing his nose, the scholar stood up with a depressed face, walked to the stove, picked up the wine jug and drank it directly to his mouth, and still muttered in a low voice: "When you pick it up, you should sell it, Zi said: God's gift..." ”

"Alright. The painting is to be returned. But how to pay it back, we have to think about it. Looking at the scholar's appearance and Han Qiufen's squatting figure, the anger on Mr. Wei's face disappeared a little, and he stood up and walked to the stove. I put a piece of fish in my mouth with chopsticks and said as I chewed.

The scholar also turned around, pushed the wine jug in his hand to Mr. Wei's side, and also picked up the double fast chopsticks and took a bite to eat, dip them in the ingredients and eat them.

"Okay! However, I have a way, do you want to listen to it?" the scholar swallowed the fish fillet in his mouth, blinked his eyes, and said to Mr. Wei.

Glancing at the scholar, Mr. Wei had a smile on his face, beckoned to the scholar, and motioned for him to lean closer, while leaning his ear over.

"Hey, hey..."The scholar's eyebrows fluttered and he muttered in Mr. Wei's ear for a while.

Glancing at the scholar with some surprise, Mr. Wei shook his head slightly with a smile, and then turned his head to look at the scholar again.

The scholar next to him raised two thick eyebrows and laughed quietly, and his hand kept sliding back and forth on the stove.

"What are we anxious about!hey, hey, hey!" the scholar leaned over and rubbed to the side, lifted the jug and poured wine into the clay cup and the porcelain cup.

"Hehe!" Mr. Wei also laughed, "Autumn equinox, stuff the sawdust on the ground into the fire kang, and let's cut wood tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!" Mr. Wei shouted at Han Qiufen.

When

The two smiled heartily and touched a glass.

In the wall of fire under the stove, the flower seedlings are jumping violently.