Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 278 That thin and tall figure (four more)

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "It's okay, it's okay."

"That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief.

His hand was still on her waist.

It felt like a cat's paw was scratching her.

"Qing'er, what's the matter with your face? It's like drinking alcohol..."

Luo Fengtang noticed her face again.

"Ah? Is it? Is there? No?"

She raised her hand a little flustered and wiped her face.

I rely on.

Hot and hot!

In my heart, I secretly scolded myself that this is really unsatisfactory, and my face has become thinner?

This can't be done!

People live in this world by being bold, careful, and thick-skinned.

Luo Fengtang saw the roots of her ears, which were also red.

The boy seemed to suddenly understand something.

The corners of his mouth grinned.

I thought that Qinger was careless and didn't understand anything.

It turns out that she is also shy?

The boy's deep and dark eyes crossed a trace of doting, but also a bit of a bad smile.

"Qing'er, I heard people say that it's good to blow the earlobe red, let me blow it for you..."

He said, leaning down and blowing lightly against her earlobe.

'hiss……'

Yang Ruoqing sucked in a breath, goosebumps all over her body.

Like a frightened rabbit, she twisted lightly on his arm.

"Stinky brat dares to tease me? Looking for Si ah you?"

She raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her hips, and grinned at him.

Luo Fengtang was stunned, and then laughed out loud.

"Smile? Smile! Smile again and I'll strip your teeth!"

She said fiercely.

Incredible, this kid has a trend of change now?

Luo Fengtang tried her best to hold back her laughter, and the boy looked at her with her fangs and claws softly.

"Qing'er, has anyone told you that you look like your milk when you're angry..."

"I rely on!"

Yang Ruoqing swears directly.

He jumped up and grabbed Luo Fengtang's ears with both hands.

"Okay, you stinky boy, it's easy to be bullied by being a big sister, right?"

"You can't molest my sister, so you dare to run on words. You think your ears are too short, right?"

"Ouch, Qing'er spare your life, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"Haha, what's wrong?" she asked proudly.

"Ah? What's wrong?" He asked blankly.

"Humph!"

Yang Ruoqing gritted her teeth and almost twisted his ears into rabbit ears.

"Ouch... everything is wrong, everything is wrong! I won't dare next time..."

"Call my sister and I'll let go!"

"That's not possible, you are younger than me!"

"Isn't it? I screw, I screw, I screw again..."

"not called!"

"Do you call?"

"Don't call to death!"

"..."

Yang Ruoqing's domineering was ultimately defeated by one of his tendons.

This kid, he would rather twist his ears off than call out to his sister.

Yang Ruoqing was discouraged and had to let go.

Luo Fengtang rubbed her red ears and stepped aside, still grinning slyly.

This sister and sister, can't shout.

Shouting, doesn't that determine the seniority?

That can't be done.

He doesn't care about the seniority of those brothers and sisters. What he wants is, hehe...

Yang Ruoqing didn't know the profound thoughts behind Luo Fengtang's dead-end eyes.

At this moment, she was bending over, looking at the pile of dark things in the iron bucket.

"Tangyazi, why is there still a fruity fragrance?"

She tilted her head, a little surprised.

Back to the business, Luo Fengtang also put away his playfulness and walked over.

"These charcoal woods are fruit trees that I cut down from the mountains."

"Burn it out, it's fruit charcoal."

He said, picked up the shovel, and stabbed it into the iron furnace.

Hu la la, smashed out the fruit charcoal inside.

Fruit charcoal?

Yang Ruoqing remembered what Sun said before.

Even the most inferior fruit charcoal is more expensive than the average charcoal.

Because the fruit charcoal smells better than ordinary charcoal.

Use fruit charcoal to bake clothes and shoes, all with a faint scent.

However, that fruit tree is not ordinary.

It must be the old fruit trees in the deep mountains.

Peach, plum, and apricot trees are the best.

"Tangyazi, what fruit trees are you using?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Luo Fengtang said, "Peach tree."

peach?

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes, the scent of peach blossoms.

"This time I went to cut fruit trees and saw a camphor tree that was a few years old."

Luo Fengtang said while sorting out the charcoal on the ground.

"I plan to cut down the camphor tree and burn another batch of camphor wood charcoal to make sure it's more fragrant!"

……

Two people weighed this batch of burned fruit charcoal.

Thirty pounds in total.

Luo Fengtang found a twine bag and put the charcoal in it.

"These charcoal should be enough for you to burn for a month."

"When this batch is finished, the next batch of camphor charcoal will be burnt, and I'll send it to your house at that time." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

"What? You said all this charcoal was given to my family?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

Yang Ruoqing said: "If it's not possible, it's not possible, you and your uncle have to keep some braziers to keep warm!"

Luo Fengtang shook her head and said, "We two big men, it's not cold."

"They are all flesh and blood, and the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, so why is it not cold?" Yang Ruoqing said.

"Hehe, we have never cooked a fire in previous years!" Luo Fengtang said.

"What's more, we still have cotton shoes and cotton clothes this year, so it's warm!"

He threw the bag containing the fruit charcoal over his shoulder, raised his foot to leave, and was grabbed by Yang Ruoqing.

"You have to listen to me on this matter, and leave half of the fruit charcoal for the fire at home, otherwise, I won't want half of it from you!"

Yang Ruoqing lowered her face and said with a serious face.

Luo Fengtang was stunned, but she didn't expect Qing'er to die on this.

However, he understood the girl's concern.

"Qing'er, please use this charcoal first."

"There's still wood in this house. I'll go back and burn some more."

After saying these words, Luo Fengtang carried the bag and strode out of the kitchen.

……

Luo Fengtang carried a basket full of wood scraps in his left hand.

The right hand is carrying a twine bag of fruit charcoal.

Yang Ruoqing threw her hands empty, and the two walked towards the old Yang's house talking and laughing.

Just after turning the intersection in front of her, Yang Ruoqing suddenly stopped.

"Qing'er, what's the matter?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing raised her chin and gestured forward.

"Why is that guy standing there?" she asked.

Following her guidance, Luo Fengtang also looked over.

I saw mu Zichuan pacing and wandering at the entrance of the alley, occasionally looking around.

"Looking at him like this, he seems to be waiting for you, Qing'er."

Luo Fengtang said, the smile in the boy's eyes faded a bit.

His eyes locked on the thin and tall figure in front of him, and there was a trace of unpredictable things in his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head directly.

"Impossible, he and I are walking towards the sky now."

"Otherwise, how about a bet?" He turned his head and glanced at her with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to say that gambling is gambling, who is afraid of whom?

At this moment, mu Zichuan, who was wandering over there, found Yang Ruoqing here.

Mu Zichuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly walked towards this side.

(End of this chapter)