"Then I don't know. I only know that my seventh uncle and his second niece left when I was very young."
"Well, can you tell me the name of your seventh uncle's second niece?"
Lu Qinghou sighed and said: "This is not a secret anymore. It's no big deal to tell you. She left Tongfu Inn when I was very young. It is said that she is now somewhere in the Chinese mainland.
Live your life happily!"
Wait... Nima, it turns out that his seventh uncle’s second niece is not dead yet!
"Her name is - Zhu! Wu! Shuang!"
'thump!'
Did Yi Ling really fall down now, Zhu Wushuang?! "Brother Qinghou, you must tell me, has your seventh uncle and his second niece ever been a police officer before?"
Lu Qinghou also put down what he was doing, squatted on the ground, looked at Yi Ling's eyes full of longing and pleading, and said, "Yeah, what's wrong?!"
"nothing……"
"General Yilang, you are so weird..." Lu Qinghou said this to Yi Ling intentionally or unintentionally before standing up. Yi Ling, who was confused, almost called out the Qinghong Sword and chopped him with a sword!
Master, I'm weird?! Then how weird are you?!
Lu Qinghou seemed to have forgotten Yi Ling's existence in the blink of an eye, and continued to make his wine.
After about ten minutes, Lu Qinghou finally pounded all the peach petals into mud. He took out a ladle of water from a large vat in this room and mixed it with the peach juice obtained from the peach petals.
"Brother Qinghou, what did you get out of the jar?"
"Jiuqu."
Yi Ling didn't know much about Jiuqu, and of course, he didn't have the time to learn about it either.
Lu Qinghou was almost done with his work. He took out a water ladle from another corner of the room and began to ladle the juice from the container in front of him into a large pot.
Lu Qinghou was doing his thing calmly, while Yi Ling was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
After ladling all the mixed liquid into the pot, Lu Qinghou came to the back of the stove and prepared to light a fire. Yi Ling stood there bored, staring at Lu Qinghou, for fear of missing some detail and causing his own trouble.
The poison cannot be detoxified.
Lu Qinghou stuffed the wood one by one into the stove, but another scene where Yi Ling was 'shocked' happened inexplicably...
Lu Qinghou stared into the stove, and suddenly and inexplicably put his elbows on his knees, lay his head on them and cried! The cry was so loud!
Yi Ling was confused, why did he start crying when he put some firewood on it... Oh, by the way, this is probably a process of drying the wine, so ignore it! So, Yi Ling stared at Lu Qinghou with great intensity.
Just a little more ruthless...
"General Yilang..." Lu Qinghou suddenly raised his head, and his sudden words almost frightened Yi Ling half to death.
The expression was not fake, because the tears really flowed down the cheeks... What the hell is going on!!!
"Brother Qinghou, what, what's wrong?!"
"The peach blossom wine...can't be dried..." After saying this, Lu Qinghou cried a little harder. The peach blossom wine can't be dried? What's going on?
Yi Ling can encounter any painful situation...
"Brother Qinghou, please stop crying first and tell me what's going on." Yi Ling was very confused now. Why does Lu Qinghou always cry in front of him? Is it easier for me to get sympathy from the young master? Or is it better for me to get sympathy?
how?
"Well, I won't cry..." Lu Qinghou stood up, wiped the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes and face with his sleeves, looked at Yi Ling with a very aggrieved expression, and said, "Peach blossom wine is drying."
It doesn’t work, because I’ve run out of matches here… I can’t light the fire…”
Hearing this reason, the anger in Yi Ling's heart rushed forward. He really wanted to take out the Qinghong Sword and slash Lu Qinghou with one strike.
"I'll rub it. You won't buy the matches if they are gone?! Is there not even a place selling matches in Tianyue City?!" Yi Ling's temper is really easy to get angry now...
"There is a place to buy it...but..." After hearing Yi Ling's almost roaring roar, Lu Qinghou's expression became even more aggrieved, "But now Xiaoyao powder has been added, so those things must be in the temperature range to get the temperature."
It only takes one minute... Otherwise, the Xiaoyao powder will become ineffective, and those things will become ineffective because of the Xiaoyao powder's failure..."
Damn it! Yi Ling is also very embarrassed about this kind of thing. It has been about 2 seconds since Lu Qinghou started crying. There are only 40 seconds left. It is really difficult to go out and buy matches.
"Woooooooooo... It's over, General Yilang, it's over... Tomorrow our Tongfu Inn can't sell you peach blossom wine..." Lu Qinghou endured it, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, and tears fell from his eyes again.
Wandered out.
"You will die if you miss selling wine for one day!" Yi Ling said impatiently.
"General Yilang, you don't know... Wuwu, if I don't sell wine, others won't be able to enjoy the aroma of peach blossom wine. Seeing others enjoy the peach blossom wine is the most gratifying thing for me...
…Woooo…”
"Fuck you! Don't talk nonsense to me about those great things. Don't you still feel bad that you won't be able to make money tomorrow?!"
Lu Qinghou stopped sobbing, raised his head and looked at Yi Ling, and said, "General Yilang is really smart. Nothing can be hidden from your eyes, General Yilang."
Yi Ling: "..."
…………
By the way! How could I have forgotten that thing? I have only used it once now!
Yi Ling opened the backpack with her mind and took out something as long as a thumb...
Lighter: Can light some items.
The lighter I bought from Ruhua by the Duanchen Lake has only been used once. Today, I can finally use it for the second time...
"Get out of the way!" Yi Ling shouted directly. Before Lu Qinghou could recover, Yi Ling pushed him away and came under the blackened stove. Yi Ling hit the
He reached into the stove with his lighter, and let the flame of the lighter come into contact with the firewood that Lu Qinghou had just put in. The fire suddenly started, and the back of the stove was illuminated with light.
In the world of "Destruction", many things are different from reality. Just like igniting firewood, in the real world, the firewood must first reach the ignition point before being ignited by the fire; but in the world of "Destruction", everything is ignited by fire.
It is executed according to a set of pre-set procedures. To ignite a fire, naturally it only needs the flame to touch the combustible material.
"Wow! ~ General Yilang, what is that thing in your hand? It's so magical!" When Lu Qinghou saw that the fire in the stove had been lit, the first thing he showed was not excitement... but curiosity——
He was curious about the lighter that Yi Ling was holding now.
"Lighter! Haven't you seen it?!" Yi Ling is really popular now.
And Lu Qinghou...
He suddenly ran to Yi Ling's legs and squatted down, stroking the lighter that Yi Ling was holding with one hand, "Wow! ~ General Yilang, what did you mean by 'hunting turkeys'?
What kind of chicken are you growing?! It’s really amazing!~”
"He's not a chicken..." Yi Ling said a little depressed and even a little self-deprecating.
"Didn't you say he was a chicken?! General Yilang."
"He is not a 'chicken', he is a 'machine'!"
"I know it's a 'chicken', what kind of chicken is he?!"
"Okay, then he is a chicken, right?!"
"He is originally a chicken?!"
"..."
After a short silence...
"Lü Qinghou, get the hell out of here!" Yi Ling's roar was absolutely loud, so much so that...
"Lü Qinghou, please lower your voice to me, are you itchy? You dare to disturb my sleep, right? You miss the overwhelming smell, huh?! Be quiet, my mother!"
No matter how loud Yi Ling's voice was, it was not as loud as the words Guo Furong shouted. Yi Ling finally realized what it meant to be 'like thunder piercing the ears'! Damn, my eardrums were almost shattered!
Yi Ling was fine, but Lu Qinghou was so frightened by what Guo Furong said just now that he squatted on the ground...
"Okay, she was just talking, go ahead and make your wine, don't waste my time!" At this time, Yi Ling reluctantly left such a sentence, and it was this sentence that made him
The look Lu Qinghou looked at Yi Ling became more tragic and pitiful.
Lu Qinghou used slow steps and aggrieved eyes to express his weak and trembling heart. He squatted behind the stove again, pouted his lips and said, "Both of you know how to bully me.
Obviously I wasn't the one who spoke loudly, but why was I the one who got scolded..."
Yes, after Lu Qinghou said this, Yi Lingcai suddenly realized that he obviously spoke too loudly, but why was it Lu Qinghou who was scolded?! Oh my god, it couldn't be Guo Furong
Seeing how handsome I am, I developed a crush on me and fell in love with me, right?
Yi Ling touched his hand, which had brought disaster to the country and the people, and sighed narcissistically...
Half an hour passed...
The liquid in the pot was finally boiling. In the erratic heat, bubbles jumped from the bottom of the pot to the surface of the water, bursting, and some hot air floated out from inside. Yi Ling stood aside, and from the beginning there was a slight heat.
Then the bubbles began to appear and now they were popping up in piles. He was tired of seeing them... but the rich peach blossom fragrance in the air kept Yi Ling's mind awake.
Lu Qinghou has now stood up from behind the stove. Looking at the bubbles in the pot that are constantly churning and bursting, his previous grievances seem to have been reduced a lot. He picked up a large sack from another place in the room.
I took out some sweet potatoes, corn, barley, sorghum bran and the like and put them on the stove.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Qinghou took out a knife with his mind and began to chop up the dry wine he had just taken out on the stove.
Yi Ling glanced at the properties of the knife with his impermanent eyes in boredom, and almost climbed down in fright! Damn, this is...
