, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Luo Fengtang quickly took off his cotton pants.
While she was folding her cotton-padded clothes, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
Good boy, no wonder you are so naughty, it turns out that you are wearing a pair of trousers under your cotton trousers.
It was not like she had never seen the trousers of country men in this era.
My father and two younger brothers all wear trousers.
It's the same pattern as Luo Fengtang's, both have the shape of a calf's nose.
In modern terms, that would be boxer briefs.
The one worn by Luo Fengtang is black.
Black symbolizes mystery.
I don't know when he wore these trousers, they are full of patches.
In some places there are holes as big as a finger.
At first glance, it seems that it has been washed and worn frequently, and it has shrunk in the wash.
In addition, he is tall and burly, with strong and slender legs.
These boxer briefs looked a little too small on him.
When she peeked over, he happened to catch him leaning over slightly and pulling his legs out of his cotton pants.
The muscles on the thighs tensed instantly, and powerful lines jumped into view.
He put the cotton pants aside and turned around to get the old pair of pants.
Her eyes just met his front.
The boxer briefs had shrunk and were tight on the body.
The outlines of certain private parts are outlined...
Yang Ruoqing's gaze retracted as if she was electrocuted.
She lowered her head and hurriedly folded the cotton clothes in her hands.
Heart, pounding, pounding.
It was as if it was about to jump out of its throat and jump to the ground.
Over there, the sound of him getting dressed could still be heard.
But she didn't dare to glance at him even to death.
What I just saw flashed through my mind uncontrollably...
In her previous life, she never even gave her her first kiss. She was an old maid who was purer than pure water and pure milk.
Sometimes, in order to perform tasks, I would also go to some sensual places.
However, she has her own principles and bottom line.
When it comes to the body of the opposite sex, in the final analysis it is still a fledgling.
In this life, she is the eldest sister in the family.
It's her job to give her brother Xiaoan a bath.
She was used to seeing little birds, but she was really frightened when she suddenly saw an eagle!
"Qing'er, I've changed it."
His voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
She couldn't hold it back and almost jumped up from the ground.
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"
Luo Fengtang looked at her face, which was redder than a pomegranate, in confusion.
"Why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
As he spoke, his warm and slightly rough hands covered her forehead.
She seemed to be pinned to the spot by a demon-suppressing talisman, frozen there motionless.
However, the redness on his face became more and more intense, spreading to the back of his ears and neck.
"It's strange, my forehead isn't hot, why is it so red?"
Luo Fengtang touched her forehead, and then used his other hand to touch his own.
After comparing them twice, I became even more puzzled.
"It's okay. Maybe it's stuffy in this room. Just come out and take a breath and it'll be fine!"
Yang Ruoqing said with a guilty conscience.
Not daring to let him notice her abnormality, she stuffed the increasingly messy cotton-padded clothes into his hands.
"You fold it and put it in the cabinet. I'll go to the main room first."
After saying these words, she ran away in panic.
In the main room, Blacksmith Luo's shoes and socks also fit well, and he was praising Yang Ruoqing.
Blacksmith Luo said to Yang Ruoqing: "Girl Qing, since you gave him shoes and socks last time, there has been something wrong with the boy these days!"
"Oh? What's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Blacksmith Luo glanced at Luo Fengtang's house and said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "He didn't wash his feet for ten days and a half in the past. Now, every night before going to bed, he has to boil water and scald his feet. He even advised me to do the same. I need to burn my feet."
"What are you talking about...the rich take good medicine, and the poor do nothing..."
"Poor people soak their feet more often," Yang Ruoqing reminded.
"Yes, yes, that's it." Blacksmith Luo nodded repeatedly.
"Girl Qing, tell me, is there something wrong with this kid? This is not like his style!"
Yang Ruoqing said nothing, standing there with her lips pursed and smiling.
No wonder I took off his shoes and socks just now and didn't smell the smell of his feet.
It turns out that’s what happened!
What he said to Uncle Luo were the exact words she told him that day.
Unexpectedly, he not only heard it but actually did it.
Yang Ruoqing felt sweet in her heart, as if she had drank honey water.
Soon, Luo Fengtang also came out.
"Uncle, can the charcoal be taken out of the furnace?"
While rolling up his sleeves to his arms, he asked Blacksmith Luo for his opinion.
Blacksmith Luo thought for a while and said: "I guess the time is almost up, go and fish it out!"
"Um!"
Luo Fengtang picked up a shovel leaning against the corner and walked to the door.
Yang Ruoqing chased after him: "Tang Yazi, I'll go take a look with you."
The two people came to a miscellaneous room next to the kitchen.
There were some wood piled in the corner of the hut, as well as yellowish-colored wood chips.
On the ground in the middle, there was an iron bucket half a man high and about one meter wide in diameter.
The iron barrel was tightly sealed around it, and the outside was dark and mottled, and it looked like it had been used for many years.
When Yang Ruoqing came in, she stared at the iron bucket in trance.
Luo Fengtang quickly explained: "This iron barrel is the stove left by my uncle when he was making iron."
"This time it was remodeled and used just right for burning charcoal." He said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded and followed him to the big iron bucket.
How to burn charcoal? She is a layman.
However, Luo Fengtang obviously knows better than her.
"If the earthen kiln at the entrance of the village is not abandoned, it would be best used for making bricks and charcoal."
He picked up the shovel and pushed open the two iron bars on the side of the iron bucket while telling her.
"Fortunately, this iron barrel is not bad. If you seal the small ear door, the wind will not be able to get in. The wood will burn out as it burns, and all that will be left is charcoal."
Yang Ruoqing could probably understand the basic principles after hearing what he said.
If you want to make charcoal from wood, you must first choose dry wood.
Let them burn.
The degree of this burning is important.
If it is over-burned, the wood will burn into ashes, and nothing will happen when the wind blows.
It has to be burned to a certain level and then cut off from oxygen.
Then the fire will be fully extinguished.
The half-burned wood, in this vacuum state, relies on the remaining temperature inside to force out the moisture hidden in the wood.
The water evaporates and what remains is charcoal.
It is not difficult to understand these principles, but she knows that it is not easy for Luo Fengtang to execute all of this perfectly.
There are many small details, which are related to success or failure.
"Clang!"
There was a crisp sound.
The small ear door of the iron stove was pried open by Luo Fengtang.
She was standing in front of the pocket. The moment her ear door opened, she was pulled hard by Luo Fengtang.
The moment she was pulled away, a puff of black smoke rushed out.
Fortunately, she was pulled away, otherwise she would have been forced to cough for a while.
"It was so dangerous, I almost turned into a black-faced woman!"
she joked with a smile.
As soon as she lowered her head, she found that she was wrapped in his arms, and his hands were still on her waist.
The two bodies were almost touching.
She could feel the strength of his muscles.
The scene he had peeped before flashed before his eyes again.
Her heart started beating uncontrollably again.
"Qing'er, are you okay? Did you get choked?"
He asked with a nervous look on his face.
