"Blessing has come?" the woman came out of the wood-chamber and broke the branch in her hand.

"Defu is crazy!" After speaking, Song Qikai suddenly chewed the taste, and said in a cold tone: "You can hear that it is him when you listen to the voice, and your memory is really not bad." ”

The woman giggled.

"Slut!" Song Qikai spat and pushed the woman away and broke into the firewood room.

The woman was not angry, leaning against the door and looking in, and Song Qikai sat by the stove to make a fire.

"The door closes. Song Qikai didn't let go of the next sentence angrily.

In the early years, Song Qikai was still poor and white, and he couldn't find half of his son when he searched all over his body. No one expected that such a person would suddenly become famous, some people said that he had dug up the blood crystal mine, some people said that he had won the reward of an adult, only Song Qikai knew in his heart that he could live a good life because he stole the grain that Song Defu used for soup soup at night, and then sold it at a high price......

Now, more than half of the fields in Songjia Village are his, and there are as many as 30 people working in his fields.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Xuelian's eyes moved with Song Qikai, and her voice was charming.

"He wanted me to find someone to dig a ditch, saying it was ......" Song Qikai couldn't help laughing, "He said he was going to plant rice." ”

"Planting rice?" Wang Xuelian covered her mouth and smiled: "What kind of rice is planted in this season?"

"He also told me that if you sow seeds today, you will be able to produce rice tomorrow, do you think it's ridiculous?" Song Qikai scooped up the rice and added water to the pot.

In the first half of his life, he was too hungry, and it has become a habit to store food at home, even if he is allowed to eat half and sell half, the food at home can still last for a year.

Wang Xuelian said regretfully: "Looking at it this way, he is really crazy." ”

Song Qikai saw that the fire that had just been lit was extinguished again, and he ruthlessly broke the dry wood in his hand, and said, "So I sent it away." ”

The fire was burning slowly, and soon, it was extinguished again.

"What's going on with this chai?" Song Qikai raised his eyebrows.

Wang Xuelian exhaled lightly and said, "There are too many piles in the house, and it's a little damp." ”

"Okay, I got it. Song Qikai said impatiently: "You go out quickly, close the door, and there can't be a little smoke floating out." ”

"No, no. Song Qi stood up cheerfully, went out of the firewood room to the house, and came back with a pile of old clothes.

Wang Xuelian was surprised and asked, "What to do?"

"Shut the window shut. Song Qikai said and did as he spoke, the window cracks were tightly blocked, and he couldn't see the light at all.

"There's no need for this, right?" Wang Xuelian couldn't cry or laugh, the chimney had been blocked by Song Qikai with his clothes, and he was pasted to death with mud, and he closed the doors and windows every time he cooked, and there was usually no smoke floating out, why were he so careful today?

"Chai Taichao, the smoke must be very big when it burns for a while, Song Defu is a thief, if he sees it, he may not be able to find any moths. Song Qikai lay on the ground and blew the wind in the eye of the stove, and continued: "The people in the village are now starving ghosts, if they see our house smoking, they are not allowed to enter the door to rob it?"

"Do whatever you want. Wang Xuelian closed the door and walked away with her soft waist.

Song Qikai took a lot of effort to light the firewood, the smoke could not get out of the chimney, and it came out of the stove, so that his face was black, and tears flowed, especially in the trachea, as if he had swallowed coals, and every breath was like a fire, and the pain was terrible.

Song Qikai finally couldn't stay any longer, and just when he wanted to stand up and go out to take a breath, his legs went weak for no reason, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Only then did Song Qikai find that the smoke was billowing from the house, and he couldn't even find the door.

"Snow Lotus!"

Song Qikai's voice was hoarse, and the voice he shouted out was even unpleasant to hear, let alone the people outside the door?

He did not dare to waste any more strength, and crawled forward with difficulty, and the door was getting closer and closer, and just as he was full of joy thinking that he had escaped death, he reached out to push the door, but he touched a hard wall.

"Why is this happening?"

Song Qikai was frightened and cold all over, and his eyes were all white, and he couldn't find the door of the firewood room at all. He was like a crab in a steamer that was about to be ripe, trying to escape, but never finding a way out, until he hit his head and broke the blood, his strength became smaller and smaller, and he curled up and did not move.

......

Wang Xuelian had already begun to feel hungry, and still didn't see Song Qi start to bring the food, she walked to the firewood room with confusion, knocked on the door and shouted, "Kai, isn't the food good yet?"

No response.

Wang Xuelian knocked on the door again, and the voice was louder.

The room was always silent, Wang Xuelian frowned slightly, in normal times, she called the door like this, Song Qikai opened her mouth early and scolded, why did she change today?

"Kaikai, are you not there...... Cough...... Ahem......"

When I opened the door, there was a thick smoke and a heavy smell of mush.

Wang Xuelian smiled, crossed the threshold with her hands behind her back, and said, "The rice that has been burned for decades can still be burned, is it hiding inside and not having the face to see me?"

The smoke cleared, and Wang Xuelian found Song Qikai huddled in the corner, his face was pale, and his clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to his body.

Wang Xuelian instantly felt that the sky had fallen, and she almost fell, but fortunately she held on to the door in time.

"Qikai, there is a bed in the house, why are you sleeping here?" Wang Xuelian stepped forward with trembling all over her body, tried Song Qikai's snort, and listened to the heartbeat, Song Qikai's body was already cold.

Wang Xuelian suddenly knelt on the ground and couldn't cry, "Open it, the firewood room is too dirty, let's go back to the house and sleep." ”

Song Qi opened his mouth and closed it very tightly.

Suddenly, the courtyard door rang, and Defu's voice was also ringing, after he was opened and closed outside the door by Song Qi, he walked around the village for a long time, and finally, he decided to persuade Song Qikai again.

Wang Xuelian hurriedly got up, rushed to the yard to open the door, and the heads of the people outside the door were all attached to her shoulders, Wang Xuelian looked at it for a long time before she realized that the man in front of her was her cousin.

There was no time to catch up, Wang Xuelian looked flustered and said, "Cousin, go and see Kaikai, he can't do it." ”

Defu was stunned, he saw Song Qikai half an hour ago and was fine, how could he say that it would not work?

Is it a deliberate maling?

can see that Wang Xuelian's expression really doesn't look like a fake, could it be that Song Qikai really fell ill suddenly?

Defu followed Wang Xuelian into the firewood room quickly, and he touched Song Qikai's body, which was already hard.

Smelling the smell of the house, and looking at the old clothes blocking the cracks in the windows, Defu probably knew what was going on, he sighed, looked at his cousin, who was still beautiful, and said, "No." ”

Knowing the outcome of the matter, Wang Xuelian's eyes were still dark, and then she thought of one more thing, almost jumped up, and exclaimed: "It's not good, the door of my hospital is not closed!"

Before she could go out, a group of villagers with green eyes rushed into the firewood house, and they saw that the house was smoking, since they were all boiling pots, how could there be no food?