Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3936 Fire Accident
Mu Zichuan said to cook whatever dish to cook, Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves and got ready.

Mu Zichuan also rolled up his sleeves and went to the stove and sat down. Seeing him stretching out his thin, white fingers to grab the firewood behind him, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly asked him, "What are you going to do?"

Mu Zichuan was stunned for a moment, and said, "Stuff the firewood for you!"

Yang Ruoqing was also stunned for a moment, thinking that she had heard it wrong, she immediately smiled and waved her hands and said, "Oh, there is no need, let alone one dish and one soup, there are seven or eight dishes, and I don't need someone to stuff them for me Firewood, I put one pot on the pot and one pot under the other, and I can cook in a while!"

But Mu Zichuan shook his head: "I've said it before, I must serve myself, even if it's one dish, one soup, one meal and one porridge, I have to personally participate, so that every spoonful of food in my mother's mouth has mine. labor."

Yang Ruoqing was stunned speechless, he said all this for the sake of it, it's not good to stop him from being filial.

After Mu Zichuan finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves again, stretched out a pair of slender white and thin hands, grabbed a large handful of pine hair and put it in the mouth of the stove.

Then he took the torch again, and squatted at the mouth of the stove to light the fire.

After several clicks in a row, Yang Ruoqing came over and said, "Let me do it."

"No, I want to do it myself," he said.

"I keep saying that I want to serve my mother personally, but I can't even light a fire, how can I cook?"

He said to himself with a serious face, as if he was speaking to Yang Ruoqing, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

Yang Ruoqing asked: "Where did you get the porridge you ate this morning?"

Mu Zichuan said: "The aunt next door sent it over."

Oh……

Yang Ruoqing understood.

Seeing that he was still there, from her perspective, what she saw was his handsome side face, full of persistence, stubbornness, deep attachment, and obsession at the tip of a horn.

Yang Ruoqing smiled helplessly, turned around and went to wash the rice and vegetables, let him toss around the stove by himself.

The rice is washed and put into the pot, and the vegetables are cut on the cutting board. Now everything is ready, just waiting for the fire in someone's stove to start cooking.

but……

Out of the corner of Yang Ruoqing's eye, she glanced at Mu Zichuan, and found that his forehead was covered with hot sweat, and the fire had burned all the way to his forehead, but the torch in his hand was not lukewarm, and still failed to light his face. of pine hair.

"Why is this happening? Am I really an idiot for other things besides reading and writing a few bad words?"

He must have sensed that Yang Ruoqing was peeping, and he said angrily to himself.

"Today, I don't believe in this evil. I can be the parent and official of a party of people, but I can't control a fire, and I can't catch fire!"

As he talked, he lit the fire, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear it anymore, and said again: "Why don't you go and wipe off your sweat before you come back?"

He shook his head and didn't answer her.

Finally, there was a slight "hiss~" sound in his hand, and then a flame jumped out from the fire pocket.

"Haha, it's lit, I finally lit it, and I said kung fu... Ouch!"

Hard work pays off?

It's a pity that before he could say the following words, the fire burned his fingers, and he grunted in pain, and subconsciously dropped the fire folder in his hand.

The torch fell by his feet, and he was squatting at the mouth of the stove, with scattered pine hairs and some dead branches of thatch that were easily ignited by his feet.

These firewood were all brought by Yang Huazhong early in the morning on a wooden cart, and they were specially used as fuel for Lao Mu's family.

It has already reached the ignition point after being dried and dried in the sun, and it only takes a ray of flame to start a prairie fire.

Immediately, the fire started from under his feet and spread at an extremely fast pace.

There were even some fires that reached the corner of his robe, and the flames were jumping, like a goblin from hell twisting its waist, singing and dancing.

Mu Zichuan had never seen such a scene before. Apart from exclaiming, he just stood up and jumped vigorously, patting the burning part of his body with his hands and sleeves...

"puff!"

A bucket of water splashed towards him, his eyes, mouth, nose, ears, and neck were all filled with water.

He couldn't open his eyes and stood there coughing.

"Come here!"

Yang Ruoqing's voice came, and she immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him over.

"Stand here and don't move!" Yang Ruoqing's voice came into his ears again.

Immediately, he heard her footsteps, and the sound of the wooden bucket colliding with the mouth of the water tank, and then, the footsteps passed in front of him again, and the water splashed towards the mouth of the stove...

When he finally rubbed the water out of his eyes and was able to open his eyes to see things, the stove was in a mess and the ground was covered with water.

On the other hand, Yang Ruoqing was holding an empty wooden bucket in her hand, standing beside her, panting heavily, her head was covered with sweat.

The movement here alarmed the homely women in the west room over there. Da Sun and Wang Cuilian rushed into the kitchen first, and were also shocked by the sight in front of them.

Behind them, Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun also helped Zi Chuanniang, who was worried and had to come and see in person, into the kitchen.

When the women saw the scene in front of them, saw Mu Zichuan's appearance, and Yang Ruoqing's movements, they immediately guessed what happened.

Zi Chuan Niang moved anxiously and came to Mu Zi Chuan, looking at Mu Zi Chuan who looked like a soaked chicken, the woman said anxiously: "Zi Chuan, how are you? But where did you get burned?"

Subconsciously, she was about to grab Mu Zichuan's hand, but Mu Zichuan gasped, and his hand trembled.

Zichuanniang looked down and saw a big red spot on the back of Mu Zichuan's right hand.

The woman's tears fell immediately, and she stamped her feet anxiously: "Oh my God, the meat is burned, what's the matter? What's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's okay, just apply some rat oil. I have it at home, so I'll go get it!" Da Sun hurriedly said.

Niang Zichuan was about to nod, but Mu Zichuan, who had just recovered from her senses, yelled at Dasun.

"Auntie, may I ask, what kind of oil is rat oil?" He asked.

Da Sun paused, turned his head and smiled at Mu Zichuan, "Soak a litter of little mice that have just been born and have not had time to open their eyes in lettuce oil, then seal the jar, just like snakes. Store it there like a bottle of wine."

"Scald and burn, scoop some out and apply on the wound, it always works!" she said.

Both Sun and Wang Cuilian nodded with a smile. The oil made by this earthen recipe is really good.

However, a look of embarrassment appeared on Mu Zichuan's face.

Knowing the son is better than the mother, Zi Chuanniang immediately understood when she saw her son's expression.

(End of this chapter)