Escape from the wasteland and farm: the full-level boss dressed as the best eldest sister

Chapter 198
Bai Junjun can not only help Bai Sasa dry clothes, but also dry off the wetness on his body, which can kill two birds with one stone.

No way, who made them refugees fleeing famine with nothing.

Food is easy to deal with in this wild mountain forest, but clothing is more troublesome.

After all, they don't have silkworms, and they can't wait for the spring silkworms to spin silk and then slowly peel the cocoons to weave cloth. All they have is this set of clothes that have long since lost their original color.

But no matter how dead it is, you have to cherish it, otherwise you will have to be naked.

Although Bai Junjun is the eldest sister, everyone's daily life is controlled by Bai Sasha.

After Bai Sasha took a bath, she went to urge the younger brothers to take a bath.

The two children had been very curious about this bathroom for a long time, and this time it was finally their turn to experience it, so they scrambled to get in.

In order to save water, Bai Sasha let them go in together.

Bai Lingyu and Xiaoshan's clothes are naturally washed by Bai Sasha. After all, these two are only four or five-year-old children. Let them toss their clothes. It's okay if they can't clean them.

So Bai Sasha only gave the two of them a clear goal, and it was enough to supervise each other whether they were clean or not.

The two children nodded seriously when they heard the words, so they could hear the conversation between the two children in the bathroom from time to time.

"Your ass hasn't bubbled yet."

"Ah, the bubbles on your neck are so black."

……

The sun is setting, but the place is still full of vitality.

Bai Junjun looked at the spot for a while, and after making sure that there was no room for her to shine, he went upstairs.

However, when Bai Junjun, who was dressed in fresh clothes, saw the straw mat in the room, he couldn't help but think that they didn't pay much attention to it these days, and it was common for them to lie on the soft bed covered in mud.

Bai Junjun felt that it was necessary to keep the room tidy, otherwise the shower and the clothes would be for nothing.

So she activated her ability to let the dry and soft grass in the jungle gather in her room again.

Bai Junjun sat down with satisfaction after weaving a new rattan mat out of new grass wadding and soft rattan and replacing the old one.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Bai Junjun unconsciously looked at the candles on the small coffee table.

Thinking that there was no light downstairs, Bai Junjun began to fiddle with the candles on the table, preparing to give half of them to downstairs.

Fortunately, yesterday, in order to restrain Bai Sasha, she made a lot of square blocks for them to do handwork here. In one afternoon, Bai Sasha and Xiao Shan made many small boxes and small tubes.

Bai Junjun randomly picked a lard to hold it, and pinched the wick twice, then got up and walked to the second floor.

At that time, Li Wenli was sitting at the door on the second floor watching the sunset, his clear face looked particularly mysterious against the backdrop of the sunset.

He was wearing a clean and tidy cloth shirt, and his hair was neatly tied behind him from the moment I saw him until now, as if it would never be messed up.

Bai Junjun is convinced, how did he keep his hair so long?

Could this be the basic quality of the ancients?

But whether this person is an ancient person is still open to debate.

Li Wenli looked at the girl who came to visit but didn't speak, and couldn't help curling his lips: "Why are you in a daze?"

Bai Junjun subconsciously asked the doubts in his heart, and Li Wenli smiled.

"It can only be said that the spring breeze knows what I want, and it can't bear to mess with my hair."

"..." Bai Junjun once again felt that this person was out of touch, so he put down the candle and left without a word.

Li Wenli glanced curiously at what Bai Junjun had put down, and felt heartbroken when he saw what it was.

"Using lard as an oil lamp is a waste of money!"

(End of this chapter)