When the fat man saw Zhang Haiyan move to the end of the kang, he sat down on the end of the kang, saying that she didn't understand anything and that this place was the only comfortable place to sleep at night. He had to occupy the favorable terrain first, otherwise the stove would be destroyed in the middle of the night. The fire was out, and the rest of the room was cold except for this spot.
So Black Glasses stuffed another handful of firewood into the stove.
Five minutes later, Fatty and Zhang Haiyan squatted on the edge of the kang together, raising their feet from time to time for fear of burning their socks.
Zhang Haiyan and Fatty: This kang is very hot for your feet.
Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling came over just as they were about to eat. As soon as they entered the room, they felt the heat hitting their faces.
Looking at Xie Yuchen, Zhang Haiyan and Fatty who were sitting at the edge of the kang playing a game of landlords, as well as Black Glasses who was busy serving dishes, Wu Xie took advantage of the situation and lay down on the edge of the kang.
"Why don't you understand in such a hot place...hiss..."
Wu Xie: ..... I experienced the feeling of being cremated in advance. I just said that I was not far from death.
While eating, Wu Xie said that Chen Pi had just found a guide who was willing to take them into the mountains. He was a Korean veteran named Shunzi. Tomorrow they had to rent some horses in the village and buy some more equipment. They were all ready. Once you're done, you can head into the mountains.
By the way, he complained that their room was not as warm as this one, and asked him if he could stay at night. As a southerner, he couldn't stand the cold. Anyway, this kang was big, so the six of them could squeeze in, so it wouldn't be impossible for them to sleep.
The fat man joked that there were only four quilts, and said that if Wu Xie wanted to get under his quilt, it would be okay, and he would have to give him water to wash his feet.
Wu Xie clicked his tongue disdainfully: "Drilling is also drilling into my master's bed. What's the use of drilling you."
Zhang Haiyan was sitting on the kang playing cards by herself: "I want the foot-washing water to be 65 degrees, thank you."
Wu Xie: She was quite polite and knew how to say thank you to me. Wait, sixty-five degrees?
"Do you want to soak your feet or make hot pot? I might as well throw your feet into the pickled cabbage pot."
Xie Yuchen pursed his lips and put his chopsticks on the table.
Zhang Haiyan immediately stood up and took off her socks: "Master Hua, don't you want to eat? If not, I'll soak my feet."
Xie Yuchen: "Let's go out and let me add some soup to them."
other people:"………"
Why does the fat man have such a bad mouth?
Zhang Haiyan did not refuse the joy of sleeping on the big bed. The moment the fat man's cry sounded, four figures sat up wrapped in quilts at the same time. In the darkness, it was not known who was the first to put the quilt over the fat man's head. Then several feet kicked him at the same time.
The cry stopped abruptly.
Zhang Qi Ling:………
I didn't do anything, and someone just dragged me away...
Xie Yuchen also bought a lot of things. Even if he wanted to go with Chen Pi, everyone would have to figure it out.
Before preparing to leave, the fat man said that since he was pretending to travel, he should take a group photo before departure.
So he pulled Zhang Qiling over there, who was still loading things on the horses, and asked Pan Zi to take photos of the six of them.
Zhang Haiyan said there was no need for Pan Zi, she could just film it.
"That's okay, you're the boss, come and stand in the middle."
As the camera clicked, the fat man and the black glasses kicked the big tree behind them at the same time.
Zhang Haiyan rolled on the spot.
Xie Yuchen and Zhang Qiling moved to one side at the same time.
So a world where only Wu Xie was injured was achieved.
A photo that was so messed up that no one could be seen clearly appeared in the camera.
"Mistress...are you okay..."
Wu Xie buried in snow:......
A group of eleven people and eighteen horses began to march toward the depths of the forest.
When passing by Agaixi Lake, Fatty saw another group of people setting up tents by the lake. He patted Wu Xie and whispered, "Look, is that An Ning's group? Do you want to go say hello?"
Wu Xie shook his head and signaled the fat man to keep quiet.
Monk Hua obviously saw it too, his face changed slightly and he asked Chen Pi Asi what to do?
Chen Pi Asi just glanced at it lightly and smiled contemptuously.
"Don't worry about them, we just keep walking."
They spent that night at an abandoned guard post in the mountains.
Early the next morning, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and the temperature began to drop sharply.
This sudden cold made several people who were not resistant to freezing almost go to collect quotas for the underworld as if they had received instructions from the Lord of Hell.
[It’s getting cold, and I suddenly want to have a bowl of pumpkin almond porridge. No melons, no apricots, no porridge. 】
Black Glasses glanced at her.
You want Nanren, right?
It's just a pity that it's minus 37 degrees outside and it's minus 37 degrees in my arms.
"Do you want cotton pants? Specialized in treating old cold legs." Zhang Haiyan happily took out her large floral cotton pants.
And as a man who has been active in the south all year round...
Black Glasses said: Even if she freezes to death, she can't bear to wear her floral cotton pants. She can't wear them, not at all. If she wears them, she has no dignity.
"Have one."
It’s not impossible to wear it inside a set…
After all, as I get older, my understanding of fashion is mainly about keeping warm.
The fat man also wanted to wear it, but his figure didn't allow it. He wouldn't be able to move his legs if he put it on.
Wu Xieyi refused politely.
Zhang Haiyan sneered.
[The silly boy sleeps on the cool bed, all because of his strong firepower. I wish your mouth could be as hard as your ii, frozen. 】
Wu Xie: "..."
"Um, do you still have the cotton pants?" Monk Hua looked at Zhang Haiyan who was distributing cotton pants and walked over with some embarrassment.
"Do you want to wear them?" Zhang Haiyan raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect that her cotton pants were selling so well.
"It's not me. I want one for my fourth grandpa. He's getting older..."
"Take it."
Monk Hua was stunned. He didn't expect Zhang Haiyan to be so easy to talk to.
I thought that this little girl who didn't communicate with them all the way was with Mr. Xie's family, and I wished that the fourth grandpa would freeze to death here.
At this moment, he felt a little embarrassed.
"thank you."
Zhang Haiyan waved her hand and picked the one with the most small green flowers for Chen Pi's Si.
"You're welcome. If it's not enough, I have more here. It'll be enough to put on his head."
[The Christmas tree worn by an 80-year-old man looks like it has come to life. How beautiful it is. 】
