The lady may not be human

Chapter 162 How about you kill me?
Patriarch Dong is an elder, and Hanjiang Tower greeted him politely: "Grandpa Patriarch."

The patriarch's impression of Hanjiang Tower is actually good. Although he is a foreigner, he has not done anything to apologize to the village. There is no need to have too serious xenophobia.

Furthermore, the other party is still Dong Nuan's fiancé.

The patriarch was actually not very satisfied with this at first, but after going back and thinking about it carefully, he also felt that if Dongnuan married Hanjianglou, it would actually be pretty good.

At least, there is no need to leave the village, and he will continue to stay in Xiaowan Village after Dongnuan.

"This is..." The patriarch looked at the thing in his hand and said in a slightly puzzled manner.

Han Jianglou passed the things forward, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Dong said, Nuanya's body needs to be nourished, and I want to send her some food, fearing that she is not nourished enough."

"You really have a heart. Nuanya has something to do right now. I'll give it to her." The patriarch didn't mean to let Hanjiang Tower in, and the way of refusing was not considered tactful.

He was also afraid that if he entered the Hanjiang Building, it would disturb Dong Nuan's thoughts.

Hanjianglou didn't hesitate, nodded slightly, passed the things forward again, and looked at Yuanyao worriedly before leaving.

Dongnuan had already noticed that Hanjianglou was coming, and at this moment the other party looked over, she quickly tilted her head obediently and smiled at him.

Hanjiang Tower was warmed by this smile, and seeing that Dong Nuan looked a lot better, he turned around worryingly, and went home first.

The patriarch came back with something soon, and Dong Nuan was not polite. He sat there, thinking, eating, and at the same time he didn't forget to mutter: "That word, probably like this..."

Dong Nuan had an egg in her mouth, and her hands were not idle. The patriarch specially prepared a small piece of wood and a bowl of water for her.

After all, paper is precious and cannot be used to cause harm casually, so it is more suitable to write on wooden boards with water.

Dong Nuan raised his hand and drew ghostly symbols on the small wooden board.

Dongzhi: ...

Or, you kill me?
Damn, if he can recognize it, there is a ghost!

Dong Nuan actually wanted to write the word "oil" for lard. After all, I haven't learned this word yet, so it's normal not to know it.

However, for a semi-literate person, an unknown character is just a ghostly character, and it is normal for him to be unable to write.

Therefore, she wrote in a mess.

Dong Zhi couldn't help having a headache, but he could understand it, after all, Dong Nuan couldn't read a few words.

This word failed to solve the case successfully, so Dong Zhi temporarily wrote down all possible words on the paper, and was going to study it when he went back.

Lard soap requires not only lard, but also vegetable oil.

The more common vegetable oils in Xiaowan Village are peanut and soybean, and rapeseed.

Now that rapeseed is in season, Dongnuan mentioned this oil.

Then, the word "vegetable" broke Dongzhi again.

Dong Zhi wrote down all the possibilities with a numb face, and then came the lye.

These two characters have many strokes, and Dong Nuan doesn't know any of them (...).

Dong Zhi:.

That's the same sentence, why don't you kill me?
If at the beginning, Dongnuan's ghost painting talisman was just an appetizer, but when the word lye came up, it would be a feast.

Dong Zhi was dizzy guessing the word, the patriarch no longer had a smile on his face, and he was trying his best to guess what the word should be?

Only Dong Sanchun is free from the situation...

What he thought was that the millet pancake that Dong Nuan ate just now looked delicious.

Ah, here we come, Dong Nuan gave him some pastries.

Of course, the Patriarch and Dongzhi also have them.

But these two people can't care about eating these now, so they waved their hands and refused.

Dong Sanchun would not refuse anyone who came, and was afraid that Dongnuan would not eat well, so he poked his head over after thinking about it, and asked in a low voice, "Nuanya, do you have any more?"

Dong Nuan gestured to him, and there was still a whole piece in his paper bag.

Seeing that the pastry was still there, Dong Sanchun bit down with confidence, but his teeth hadn't settled down yet, so he moved the pastry out of his mouth, and then took a small sip.

First, I felt the aroma and sweetness of the pastry bursting in my mouth, and then I slowly turned my tongue, licking the crumbs of the pastry into my mouth, slowly mixing with the body fluid, and then swallowing.

good to eat.

Dong Sanchun squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and didn't care about the grandpa and grandson who were almost bald on the other side.

On one side, the father and daughter are happily eating pastries, and on the other side, the grandpa and grandson are so bald that they are about to close themselves.

This contrast is very stark.

But for Fang Zi, the patriarch said, I also rushed!

Dongzhi didn't figure it out in the end. What the ghost painting talisman was, he only wrote down a few possibilities. He planned to study and analyze it after he went back. It really didn't work. His uncle was still studying in the county, so maybe he could know something.

After talking about the basic formula, the next step is the production process.

If the process is like the dictation before, it is actually very simple and can be finished in a few sentences.

However, when it comes to text.

Patriarch grandson: ...! ! !
Don't ask, it's bald!

A formula, researched for a whole morning, with zero progress.

Yes, zero.

Don't even know the basic formula, let alone the production process?
So, the progress is not zero why?

The patriarch left clutching his chest in the end, and Dong Zhi also had blurred eyes, with a look of doubting life.

Dong Nuan's complexion was also a little pale, and he looked like he was exhausted and very weak.

In winter and spring, however, food and drink are delicious. I ate a piece of pastry, a piece of millet cake, two cucumbers, drank two scoops of water, and finally added a piece of caramel.

It can be said that the morning tea is quite rich!
"Nuanya, are you okay?" Seeing Dong Nuan's weak face, Dong Sanchun worriedly stepped forward and patted his head first.

In his limited knowledge base, a child's fever is a big deal, and most of the other conditions are not serious.

When I touched my head, it wasn't hot, and Dong Sanchun was a little relieved.

"It's okay." Seeing the patriarch and the others walking away, Dong Nuan waved his small hand to show that he was doing well.

Dong Sanchun:.

After a long while of silence, Dong Sanchun finally sighed quietly: "As expected of my daughter."

This acting, follow me!
Dong Sanchun didn't say the following words, but Dong Nuan could still see the resentment between the expressions.

Seeing Dong Sanchun like this, Dong Nuan smiled lazily.

After everyone came back at noon, Mrs. Dong Wu wanted to ask about what happened yesterday, but she hadn't opened her mouth yet, when a little girl ran in from outside the fenced courtyard.

Before the little girl came in, she raised her voice and shouted: "Grandma, can I come in?"

The old lady Dong was sitting under the eaves to enjoy the shade, when she heard the voice, she looked up, and then the old tree bark smiled: "Oh, it's Yueya, come in, come in."

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