Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 277 Why is it so popular? (three more)

Luo Fengtang hurriedly took off his cotton pants.

As she folded her padded coat, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

Good boy, no wonder he was twitching, it turned out that he was wearing a trousers under the cotton trousers.

It's not that she hasn't seen the trousers of country men in this era.

The father and the two younger brothers all wear trousers.

It is the same model as Luo Fengtang, both in the shape of a calf nose.

In modern language, it is boxer pants.

The one that Luo Fengtang was wearing was black.

Black symbolizes mystery.

I don't know when he sat on the bottom of his trousers, which was covered with patches.

There are also finger-sized holes in some places.

At first glance, it is often washed and worn often, and it has shrunk after washing.

In addition, he was tall and burly, with strong and slender legs.

The boxer shorts looked a little small when he was wearing them.

When she peeked over, she just caught up with him, leaning slightly and pulling his legs out of his cotton pants.

The muscles on his thighs tensed instantly, and strong lines jumped into view.

He put his cotton trousers aside and turned around to get the old pair of trousers.

Her eyes just caught in front of him.

The boxer pants shrunk, and they were tight on the body.

The outlines of some private parts are outlined...

Yang Ruoqing's eyes retracted like an electric shock.

She lowered her head and hurriedly folded the padded coat in her hands.

Heart, beating wildly.

It was as if he was about to jump out of his throat and hit the ground.

Over there, there was still the sound of him getting dressed.

She didn't dare to glance at her even if she was beaten to death.

In my mind, what I saw just now flashed uncontrollably...

In her previous life, she hadn't even given her first kiss. She was an old maid and a woman who was purer than pure water and pure milk.

Sometimes in order to perform tasks, they will also go to some sensual places.

However, she has her own principles and bottom lines.

As for the body of the opposite sex, after all, he is still a young child.

In this lifetime, she is the eldest sister in the family.

It is her responsibility to bathe her brother Xiao An.

Getting used to seeing Xiao Que Que, she was shocked when she suddenly saw the eagle!

"Qing'er, I've changed it."

In his ear, his voice suddenly sounded.

She couldn't hold back and almost jumped off the ground.

"Qing'er, what's the matter with you?"

Luo Fengtang looked at her face, which was even redder than Pomegranate, in confusion.

"Why is your face so red? Are you sick?"

He said, a warm and slightly rough hand covering her forehead.

She seemed to be pinned to the spot by a demon-suppressing charm, and she stood still.

However, the redness on his face became more and more, spreading to the back of his ears and neck.

"Strange, the forehead is not hot, why is it so red?"

Luo Fengtang touched her forehead, and freed up another hand to touch his own.

Comparing the two, I am even more puzzled.

"It's okay, maybe it's stuffy in this room, just come out and take a breath!"

Yang Ruoqing said with a guilty conscience.

She didn't dare to let him see her abnormality, so she shoved the more and more messy cotton-padded clothes into his hands.

"You fold it and put it in the cabinet. I'll go to the main room first."

After saying this, she fled in embarrassment.

In the main room, Blacksmith Luo's shoes and socks also tried to fit well, and he was praising Yang Ruoqing with him.

Blacksmith Luo said to Yang Ruoqing, "Since you gave him shoes and socks last time, girl Huiqing, something is wrong with this boy!"

"Oh? What's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Tiesmith Luo glanced at Luo Fengtang's room, lowered his voice and said to Yang Ruoqing, "He didn't wash his feet for ten days and a half months, but now, every night before going to bed, he has to boil water to scald his feet, and he also advised me to do so. Burn your feet."

"What else do you say... the rich take good medicine, what about the poor..."

"The poor often soak their feet." Yang Ruoqing reminded.

"That's right, that's it." Blacksmith Luo nodded again and again.

"Qing girl, tell me, is there something wrong with this kid? It's not like his style!"

Yang Ruoqing didn't say a word, standing there pursing her lips and smiling.

No wonder he helped him take off his shoes and socks, but he didn't smell the smell of his feet.

It turns out, that's what happened!

The words he said to Uncle Luo were the original words she had told him that day.

Unexpectedly, he not only listened to his ears, but actually did it.

Yang Ruoqing's heart is sweet, as if drinking honey water.

Soon, Luo Fengtang also came out.

"Uncle, can the charcoal almost be fished out of the oven?"

As he rolled up his sleeves to the crook of his arms, he asked Blacksmith Luo for his opinion.

Blacksmith Luo thought for a while and said: "It is estimated that the time is almost up, you go and fish it out!"

"Ok!"

Luo Fengtang picked up a shovel leaning against the corner and walked towards the door.

Yang Ruoqing chased after him: "Tang Yazi, I'll go take a look with you."

The two came to a miscellaneous room next to the stove.

There were some wood piled in the corner of the miscellaneous house, and there were wood chips with yellow eyes.

On the ground in the middle, there was an iron bucket half a person's height and about one meter wide in diameter.

The iron barrels are tightly sealed around, and the outside is dark and mottled, and it looks like it has been used for many years.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing entering the door, she stared at the iron bucket in a trance.

Luo Fengtang hurriedly explained: "This iron barrel is the stove left by my uncle who struck iron in the past."

"This time it was just remodeled to burn charcoal," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and followed him to the edge of the big iron bucket.

Why burn charcoal, she is a layman.

However, Luo Fengtang obviously knew more than she did.

"If the earth kiln at the entrance of the village is not abolished, it is best to use it to burn bricks and charcoal."

He picked up the shovel and threw open the two iron bars on the side of the bucket while talking to her.

"Fortunately, this iron barrel is not bad. If you seal the small ear door, the wind can't get in. The wood will burn and it will go out, and the rest is charcoal."

Yang Ruoqing could probably understand the basic principle after hearing him say this.

If you want to make charcoal from wood, you must first choose the kind that is dry.

Let them burn.

The extent of this burn is important.

If it is over-burned, the wood will be burned to ashes, and nothing will happen when the wind blows.

It has to be burned to a certain extent, and then isolated from oxygen.

In this way, the fire will be fully extinguished.

The half-burned wood, in such a vacuum state, relies on the remaining temperature to force out the moisture hidden in the wood.

The water evaporates and what is left is charcoal.

It is not difficult to understand these principles, but she knows that it is not easy for Luo Fengtang to execute all these perfectly.

There are also many small details that make or break success.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

The small ear door of the iron stove was pried open by Luo Fengtang.

She was standing on her face, and the moment the small ear door opened, she was pulled hard by Luo Fengtang.

Just as she was pulled away, a black smoke rushed out.

Fortunately, she was pulled away, otherwise she would be rushed to the point where she would cough for a while.

"It's so dangerous, I almost got a black face!"

She jokingly laughed.

When she lowered her head, she found herself wrapped in his arms, while his hand was still on her waist.

The two bodies were almost stuck together.

She could feel the firmness of his muscles.

The scene I peeped before flashed before my eyes again.

Her heart beat uncontrollably again.

"Qing'er, are you okay? Have you been choked?"

he asked nervously.

(End of this chapter)