It's a little hard to wear this wish quickly

Chapter 119 Takeshita Cao's Family 14
Pei Yuhuan stood in front of the black water tank and fell into deep thought.

According to normal thinking, since this is a stone tank used to store drinking water, it cannot escape the option of "water", and she found "bugs" and "milk bottles" in the tank. Arm dolls, marbles dusty like dried eyeballs, a scoop the size of a skull, a few feathers, and a handful of bamboo leaves.

At once.
There are words in wood.

Unfortunately this is not a multiple choice question.

So here comes the question, three of the four answers are there, and the only one that can't be found no matter how hard you look, isn't it too abrupt?

As the saying goes, the more you lack something, the more you want to prove something.

Or, hide.

Sure enough, there are no mistakes in the test-taking routines for many years. The first question is always the simplest.

But in order to ensure the accuracy, she moved her fingers and once again shone the flashlight of her mobile phone in the water tank full of cobweb dust.

Finally, fill in a small c in the blank space after the title.

word.

After completing another question, Pei Yuhuan struck while the iron was hot and continued to move forward. The kitchen didn't know what was wrong, and several people on the questionnaire wanted to find answers or play games here.

Can't help complaining: this side is too crowded, and the next door is empty.

If she hadn't seen the image of a youthful and energetic female star with short hair on the closet calendar, she would have thought it was a door god.

Otherwise, there are more or less residents in other houses, but that house seems to be impervious to all evil.

In front of the water tank is a pile of messy stones.

There is a row of nails nailed on the gray and black wall, on which are hung large and small spoons covered with dust, as well as kitchen knives, spatulas and cutting boards.

Without exception, dirty enough.

Further forward, there is a hearth built on the wall. The hearth is L-shaped, with a thick layer of dried bamboo leaves piled up on the top, and a large iron pot is tightly inlaid, as if growing in the hearth. Together.

The wok is huge.

It is estimated to be one meter in diameter.

Half of the pot is full of bamboo leaves.

It's like a round staring eyes with reluctance to die.

Under the stove is a bench, behind which is piled up all kinds of dry firewood.

Coincidentally, there is a topic that happens to be: Light the fire in the stove, heat the pot, and wait for the white smoke to float out of the pot, and you seem to see it in the haze.
A mama B child C lover D poetry and distance
Pei Yuhuan: "."

I glanced at the half pot of bamboo leaves, and didn't plan to clean it up before burning the pot.

Although I don't have much experience with this kind of rural earth stove, but just lighting a fire, is it possible that there must be a set of strict formula rules?As long as it ignites, it won't be Oak.

Just do it.

She grabbed a handful of dry wood from the ground, stuffed it into the stove, and then took out a green lighter from her pocket, which she had just found in the drawer of the cabinet.

Soon, the flames rose.

The red flame swallowed everything that could burn in the stove.

Pei Yuhuan kept adding firewood to it.

Until white smoke billowed from the pot, she kept her eyes fixed on it, blinking and blinking.

She wasn't even curious about the first three answers, but the last one...

Poetry and distance, what is that?

To be honest, she doesn't even know what she wants.

I used to want to find a stable job, but now the job problem is solved, only...

correct.

She wanted to know the secret of the Cao family's extermination.

Can this pot reproduce the scene of that day or tell her the truth directly.

Expectations are full.

White smoke curled up and floated out from the chimney, rising higher and higher with the wind.

Not far away, the person who was carrying a hoe to work in the field accidentally saw it, his pupils shrank suddenly, his body was sweating, and he ran away in the opposite direction with a loud cry.

The white smoke is dreamlike.

In a daze, Pei Yuhuan seemed to smell a hot air with a delicate fragrance.

The next second the screen changes.

When she realized it, uh, she was still the fire girl in front of the stove, but this time she was sitting.

In front of her, the fire was burning very loudly.

Full of red!
I can clearly feel the scorching heat coming to my face.

Pei Yuhuan looked around and found... emmm, the time and space have been changed, and the location has also been changed.

This is also the kitchen.

But not the Cao family.

If you look carefully, you can find that the ground is extremely uneven, with countless small bumps of soil undulating, like a large silent tomb.

Above the head is a large beam, covered with tidy tiles. Occasionally, a few strands of black dust hang down, drifting with the hot wind.

The spider quickly crawled along the silk thread and hid in the tile crack.

The lights are dim.

Overhead came the rustling sound of leaves brushing across the roof.

Stove, not that stove.

Cao's stove was made of cement, but the one in front of her was made of yellow mud.

Pei Yuhuan frowned, could it be... the Cao family's past?
Standing up and taking a look into the pot, it was a big snow-white pot, the unique beans had an astringent fragrance, it was obvious that it was cooking soy milk.

No, to be exact.

Because apart from the pot, several large iron buckets on the ground were filled with white bean juice.

The fire in the stove was burning hot.

Within a few minutes, the white soybean milk in the cauldron began to bubble.

"Gu dong... gu dong..."

Reminiscent of magma that can swallow everything.

It was also like pale faces emerging from the bottom of the water and quickly rotting away, being pulled into a deeper abyss.

Footsteps sounded.

Pei Yuhuan looked towards the door.

Within seconds, a young woman in a gray plaid coat hurried in from outside.

She looked to be in her twenties, with a slender figure, fair skin, soft eyebrows, and long black and beautiful hair tied tightly behind her head.

Carrying a pannier on his back.

Inside sat a white and tender child.

As if it was time, she walked over quickly, picked up the spatula and stirred the cauldron, and added two pieces of wood as thick as an arm to the stove.

Then he turned and walked towards the cupboard.

Pei Yuhuan: So I'm purely a bystander Background board?

The woman took a big bowl and coaxed the child as she came over: "Bao'er, be good, you can drink soy milk right away, mom will mix it with sugar for you."

The child babbled and scratched with his hands.

She walked to the pot, filled a bowl and put it on the desk to dry, then went to the next room, and quickly came out with a small paper bag.

It is gypsum powder.

The woman frowned, estimated the amount, grabbed the gypsum powder from the paper bag, mixed it in a bowl, and then started pouring it into the pot.

She pours very carefully.

uniform.

The soy milk in the pot bubbled bigger.

Seems to be cheering for more.

The woman wiped the sweat from her face, stretched her arms and poured the gypsum water as far as possible into the inner side of the large iron pot.

Pei Yuhuan looked at the child who was swaying in the basket following her movements, and was about to remind her, but the next second, the child kicked and fell out of the basket.

It fell into the steaming pot.

The woman froze for a while.

It wasn't until he was sure that the backpack on his shoulders had lost weight that he screamed and stared at the snow-white pot in disbelief and horror.

"Ahhhh!!!"

(End of this chapter)