Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 27 Get Up, Wash and Go to Sleep

Jing Zhao was weakened by his stare.

All right, the kid in his family has already spoken, so he can't do it.

Facts have proved that Aning is right.

Jing Zhao didn't feel tired when he was busy, but now that he was free, he felt that his hands were overused, and he couldn't lift his arms anymore.

Jing Zhao took off his clothes and smelled it, what a guy!There was a puff of oily smoke mixed with the sourness of sweat, and the bean juice was not as strong as his clothes.

He found a basin and threw the clothes into it, and broke off a piece of saponin. When he threw it down, Jing Zhao paused.

It seems that he can make soap, as long as some pig pancreas is exchanged from the system. He has sugar, salt, flour, and caustic soda. Isn't it easy to make this stuff.

You can even add a little lemon for a lemony soap that's super stain-removing.

Jing Zhao thought very well, nestled in a chair, fanned himself, and imagined his big plan to make soap, before he knew it, he fell asleep.

"Wake up." In a daze, it seemed that someone patted his cheek lightly.

Jing Zhao snorted, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Aning standing in front of him, and he handed over a handkerchief.

"Get up, wash your face and go to bed."

Jing Zhao responded, "Don't worry about falling asleep, I'll change the dressing for your wound later."

The boy said "En" and went back to the house first.

Jing Zhao yawned and entered the kitchen, "Huo!" He exclaimed.

The kitchen, which was in a mess after cooking, was tidy and tidy at this moment. All the pots and pans were washed and put back in place, and the dirty clothes he had changed were also washed and hung in the yard.

And all this was done by Ah Ning alone while he was asleep.

Jing Zhao was moved and distressed, didn't this kid know that he was still injured?He may not have to do these things, Jing Zhao will come back to clean up, or tomorrow, Shandan will send someone to help him with the work.

This silly boy has been working alone all night, and he doesn't know if his wound is open or not!

After Jing Zhao washed up in twos and twos, he cooked the medicinal soup that Ah Ning wanted to drink and brought it to the door.

At that time, Aning was listening to Jing Zhao's words, and was obediently sitting on the couch, waiting for him to change her medicine.

"Drink this medicine first." Jing Zhao handed it to him, and he picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

When Jing Zhao found a new white cloth, the boy and the bowl were neatly placed side by side on the couch.For a moment, Jing Zhao couldn't decide whether Ah Ning looked like a bowl, or the bowl used by Ah Ning became like a boy, quiet and meticulous.

Under the oil lamp, he cleaned the wound for Aning and put on a new bandage. The wound no longer oozes blood, and pink tender flesh has grown. Jing Zhao looked at it for a long time under the dim light to confirm that the wound is getting better. The direction of development is bound up.

"Afuna said that he is a panacea, and you will be able to recover from the wound within five days. It seems that this guy's words are still a little bit credible."

Ah Ning also slightly lowered his head to look at the serious Jing Zhao.

"Gu Jingzhao, you are talking about rain, the sky is full of stars outside, it doesn't look like it will rain."

After Jing Zhao heard what he said, he also raised his head and looked out the window. The night sky was so clear that there was not even a single cloud. The sky showed that not only tonight, tomorrow, but also the day after tomorrow would be sunny.

But when Jing Zhao saw the red star descending from the sky, Liang Yan could not be wrong when he flew low!
Suddenly, Jing Zhao yelled, "Look at this!"

Aning looked in the direction of his finger, and a line of ants on the ground walked past them neatly.

"What does this mean?" Aning was puzzled.

Jing Zhao clapped his hands excitedly and laughed loudly: "The ants are moving! There must be rain tonight."

He patted Aning on the shoulder, "Don't worry about sleeping at night, even if the king of heaven comes today, I won't even think about burning us to death."

The corner of Aning's lips curled up slightly: "Gu Jingzhao, how did you learn these weird methods?"

Jing Zhao thought mysteriously, this is the precious experience handed down by the ancestors!He suddenly changed his mind, after all, Ah Ning is also an ancestor...

Jing Zhao was silent, "Go to sleep, I will teach you some tricks later."
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On the other side, An Feng called several highly respected people in the village to the ancestral hall, "What do you think about Gu Jingzhao?"

A person in the hall spoke weakly:
"Major, don't go against him. This kid is really evil. I heard people say that when they saw Gu Jiazui cooking today, ghosts of will-o'-the-wisps came out. They are all evil methods."

After the man finished speaking, there was silence in the ancestral hall.

An Feng scanned the crowd: "You all think so too?"

The others slightly raised their heads and glanced at An Feng, but they didn't make a sound but they didn't object either.

An Feng was so angry that he slapped the table hard: "Confused! You are the longest-lived people in the village, and you still don't understand why you have lived for so many years?"

"Could he, Gu Jingzhao, be the great witch sent by Wu Zu?"

"I don't know." One person said: "Major, everyone just doesn't know about this matter, so they dare not speak out."

"Whether Gu Jiazui is a great witch or not, it doesn't matter if you say it, and it doesn't matter if we say it. We have to ask the patriarch and the great witch. We have to ask them to give us an idea before we know what to do."

The person who spoke was the oldest one in Xiaxi, who is now an octogenarian, with white beard and hair. When he was young, he had conquered northern Fujian with the great witch. He was very knowledgeable and respected by everyone in Xiaxi.

An Feng scanned the crowd: "You all think so?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

An Feng thought for a while and said, "This matter should indeed be reported to the patriarch and the great witch. But before the arrival of the great witch, we must prepare all the tribute food, otherwise how can we hand over to the great witch."

One person in the hall sighed deeply: "But... my family is really out of food."

"It's the same with my family. We live on the wild vegetable soup every day. After two days, the wild vegetables are eaten, so we don't want to live."

Everyone wailed.

An Feng felt restless when he heard this, and slapped the table heavily, "Don't I know your difficulties?"

"Don't you think about who is the only one who has food now?"

Be it the magic spell or the great witch sent by Wuzu, the fact is that only Gu Jingzhao has the food!
"Major, tell me what to do!" One person got up and said.

He must pay this tribute, and he must not hand over his own doll as a sacrifice.

An Feng concentrated, his eyes flashed fiercely: "Kill Gu Jingzhao, take the food, and burn Shangshiji!"

"He is a foreigner. He has no father or mother in Xiaxi. He has no support and no one to rely on. When he dies, he dies."

"The folks only know that Gu Jingzhao is good today, and when I hand over the tribute for them tomorrow, they will only know that I am good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his ruthless eyes swept across the crowd, "Those who are willing to do this important matter with me, go home and pack up. On the second watch, I will wait for you under the old poplar tree at the head of the village.

　Wuzu = god = a feathered snake god with wings and a snake-like lower body and a human figure on the upper body
　　
　
(End of this chapter)