The end of natural disasters: the daily life of child brides in ancient times

I slept until lunch time.

When Lu Qingqing woke up, she smelled a pleasant aroma of meat.

When I went out, smelling the aroma of meat, I saw Qin Lang busy in the kitchen.

Looking at the tall boy, he was wearing a small apron with lace.

The cute contrast made Lu Qingqing stare at it for several seconds before she shifted her gaze to the chicken shredded cold noodles that the boy was holding.

Next to the stove, there is a plate of spicy diced rabbit meat!

It has been very hot these days, and the two of them haven't made spicy rabbit meat for several days.

As for what I had made before, I packed them up and gave them to a few fellow disciples and King Huai when I came back last time.

Therefore, looking at the red rabbit meat, Lu Qingqing became a little greedy and went over to grab a piece and put it in her mouth.

Mmm, spicy and crispy!

Then, he picked up the chopsticks next to him and picked up a piece of chicken cold noodles!

It tastes sour, spicy and refreshing as soon as you put it in your mouth, very appetizing!

Qin Lang saw that she had tasted it all, and watched her chew with her eyes closed, and asked nervously:

"Daya, this is my first time making shredded chicken cold noodles. How is it? Is it delicious?"

Lu Qingqing looked at the beads of sweat on his forehead, gave him two thumbs up, and praised him generously:

“It tastes amazing!”

Qin Lang smiled when he heard this, revealing a row of big white teeth.

Seeing Qin Lang start to wash the pot, Lu Qingqing went to the yard and moved the table under the straw shed into the main room.

Then, he went to the kitchen and brought the prepared food to the table.

It’s not that she wanted to move the table, but the furniture she ordered hasn’t arrived yet.

Now, the only table in the house is the one Qin Lang made when he was learning carpentry from the old village chief.

Seeing that the dishes and chopsticks on the table had been laid out, Lu Qingqing took out a large basin of snow cubes.

The snow blocks slowly melted when they encountered the high temperature in the room.

Lu Qingqing went to close the doors on both sides, and soon the room gradually became cooler.

After thinking for a while, she took out the cup with a straw given by King Huai from the shelf in the space.

After putting the crushed ice into the cup, pour in the green orange honey water prepared earlier.

Stir it with clean chopsticks and watch the green honey water mix with the crushed ice.

I leaned in and took a small sip. The sweet and sour taste paired with the crushed ice was particularly good.

When Qin Lang pushed the door open, the room was already very cool.

Looking at the snow basin on the ground and the two glasses of iced drinks on the table, Qin Lang cheered and sat down at the table.

The two of them picked up their drinks, clinked glasses, and then started eating.

Slurp the noodles, pair them with spicy diced rabbit meat, and then drink an ice drink to relieve the spiciness.

perfect!

This spicy diced rabbit meat is especially delicious when eaten with cold drinks.

After the meal, the two of them each drank three glasses of cold drinks.

Lu Qingqing rested her arms on the table, feeling the heaviness of her stomach, and missed the chair with a backrest so much.

She silently calculated the days and realized that the furniture she ordered would take several days to be completed.

Never mind, there’s no need to rush.

Then, I remembered the bricks piled in the two master bedrooms.

Lu Qingqing decided to go to the old village chief's house in the afternoon to see how his kang was doing.

If the building is completed, invite people to your home.

To be honest, although she knows how to build a kang, she is not as proficient as the old village chief.

If the kang is not built properly, it will directly affect the quality of life in winter.

She still remembered that when she was at the Lu family, the kang in Mr. Lu's room was always smoking but not very hot.

In comparison, the kang in Old Man Lu's house is much better.

As I recall, the kang in Old Man Lu's house was heated early, and at that time he had a good relationship with the old village chief.

Therefore, the kang in that room was built with the help of the old village chief.

However, the kang in Boss Lu's house was built later by someone else after the house was added on. The difference is very obvious.

This time, Lu Qingqing plans to invite the old village chief to come and give guidance on the two kangs in her home.

In fact, Lu Qingqing went there a few days ago, and at that time the old village chief was still building a kang for his own home.

The homes of Lu Tianming and Lu Tianxin have four or five kangs in total.

But if you count the days, it’s probably about time.

Around 3 p.m., seeing that the temperature was not so high, Lu Qingqing went out and went to the old village chief's house.

At this time, the old village chief's wife and Lu Tianxin's wife were fiddling with the newly bought loom.

When they saw Lu Qingqing coming, they hurriedly called her over.

When the loom was first bought, the two of them learned how to use it.

But today I borrowed some silk to try it out, but I still can't figure it out.

Seeing this, Lu Qingqing stepped forward and gave detailed instructions.

Seeing that the two of them didn't understand, he went straight up to operate it.

Teach while operating.

Although the old village chief's wife is older, she has a better understanding and was able to get the hang of it after learning for a while.

At this time, Lu Qingqing asked the old village chief and learned that he was building a stove at Lu Tianming's house.

He said goodbye to the two of them and walked towards Lu Tianming's house next door.

When I got closer, I found that the door of Lu Tianming's house was just closed but not locked.

When I opened the door, I happened to see Lu Shuyi standing in the yard mixing mud, and I took the initiative to greet him:

"Brother Shuyi is busy."

Seeing that it was her coming, Lu Shuyi put down the shovel in his hand and said with a smile:

"Daya, it's so hot, why are you here?

Come on, follow me into the house, it’s cool inside.”

Lu Qingqing responded and followed him into the house.

Inside the house, the old village chief was working with Lu Tianxin to build a kang.

When he saw her coming, he stopped what he was doing and rubbed the mud off his hands.

"Daya, why are you here?"

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and continued:

"But are you in a hurry to build a kang?

This is the only kang left here, and I guess it will be ready by tomorrow afternoon.

After I finish my work, I will go to your house with Tianxin.

Have you prepared all the materials for building your kang?"

Lu Qingqing nodded: "Everything is ready."

The old village chief replied, "Okay, then I'll go there the day after tomorrow!"

After the two parties made an agreement, Lu Qingqing did not leave, but helped out from the side.

During this period, the old village chief explained the techniques to her while he was working.

At this time, in a remote house in Yining County.

Wang Gui woke up with a headache, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a messy woodshed.

Next to him, Da Zhuang was still lying on the ground unconscious, the bloody wound on his head had already solidified and formed a blood scab.

Wang Gui's hands and feet were tied, and a cloth was stuffed into his mouth.

He endured the headache and moved closer to Dazhuang while lying on the ground.

The thick branches scattered on the ground hurt him.

After finally reaching Da Zhuang, he could only touch Da Zhuang with his head.

But Dazhuang was still in a coma and could not feel his touch at all.

Fortunately, Dazhuang's chest was still rising and falling. Knowing that he was still alive, Wang Gui's heart finally settled down.

He began to look around, trying to figure out where he was.

Unfortunately, the doors and windows of the house were closed tightly, and I couldn't see what was happening outside at all.

Now, all we know is that the father and son were locked up in a woodshed.