If you want to talk about coal, it can be said to be an indispensable thing in Chu Lishou's house.

Just a few pieces can be burned for a long time, and the osmanthus said that as long as you pay attention to ventilation, this thing hardly needs to be looked at.

Cleansing Ling Chenyi's face with his own hands, and sorting out the stains on his clothes, Osmanthus found that Ling Chenyi still looked very pleasing to the eye when he didn't open his eyes.

"Alas, my Uncle Yi, you said that it would be nice if you would always be as pleasing to the eye as you are now!" Osmanthus lowered her head and wiped Ling Chenyi's hands while muttering to herself.

Osmanthus only thought that Ling Chenyi was still in a coma, but she didn't notice that just when she was talking to herself, Ling Chenyi's eyelids suddenly moved.

By the time the others took care of the six men in black and cleaned up the house, it was already completely dark outside.

The Chu family, who had been busy all afternoon, couldn't eat anything at this time.

Chu Lixin had already gone back to his house to wash and rest, and Chu Lixin guarded them because he really had no place to live, so in desperation, he could only learn Chu Yannian's practice, and set up a bed board on a stool and table with a wooden plank, and dealt with it all night.

However, Chu Yande and Osmanthus did not suffer such torture, Osmanthus slept for most of the day, and this was the time for spirit, so Chu Yannian and Chu Yande went to the hut and slept on a kang with Ling Chenyi.

Meihua is a big girl, there are men in every room, and Mo's body is not good, and it is inconvenient to stay in two rooms, so she and Meihua squeezed together on the wooden bed in the kitchen where Chu Yannian was.

So in the end, the only person who really slept on the table and bench was Chu Lishou.

This night, the Chu family slept so unsteadily, and Osmanthus was even more worried all night.

Seeing that these seven people had all resumed their normal breathing, although their faces were still ugly, at least they were not blushing.

It's late at this time, and Osmanthus is always worried that these people are poisoned, so she hasn't called Lang Zhong over.

When it was night, Osmanthus originally wanted to take out his small account book, keep accounts, and then design his own cellar, but Na Cheng thought that his account book had just been released, but the candle was extinguished.

"Oops, the candle is burning." The darkness in the room made Osmanthus remember that the candle was about to burn out, but he ignored it and didn't have time to turn out the spare candle.

When she fumbled for the candle and went to the kitchen to find the flint, she suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

This voice frightened Osmanthus all over, what flint does not hit flint, she couldn't think of it for a long time, her body was attached to the door panel of the kitchen door, and her ears were even tighter, for fear of missing the slightest sound outside.

"Could it be here?" Outside the door, a man's voice that was deliberately muffled came into Osmanthus's ears.

Although she couldn't see the situation outside, Osmanthus still intuitively felt that the person was talking about her own home.

"Probably not, you listen to the snoring sound coming from this house, if Ling Chenyi's gang is really in this house, this person can still make such a loud snoring sound?" Another voice sounded, and like the previous one, it was also deliberately muffled.

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