Chapter 69: Please Call Me

Duanfeng followed Qinghu quietly and didn't bother her.

It was the first time he had seen how the little girl behaved.

When he was in Tujia Village, the little girl was clear and reasonable, he only felt that she was transparent and under his protection.

On the banks of the Fuwa River, he saw Qinghu surrounded by a group of men, and his anger soared, and he thought that only how to abuse them could make them die in the most painful way.

If necessary, you can also die and come back to life, and then die.

But the little girl said that she was teasing them.

Burn your hands, poison them...

When he saw it, he only felt irritated.

Duanfeng fled to Baomuro Mountain to digest it for a long time before following the breath of the small black stone he gave to Qinghu.

Then I saw the man who had knocked down the little girl.

His little girl is really grumpy and cute.

After not seeing her for a few days, she took in a servant in Hulu City.

and the confrontation just now, the little girl is confident, and the appearance of mastering the overall situation is really cute and handsome.

He suddenly understood that she was independent and not dependent.

I understand, but I don't like it.

The little girl is well-behaved and soft and cute, just let him take care of it, there is no need to be so capable.

What do you want to do, why don't you call me?!

Qinghu was stared at by Duanfeng's gaze for a long time, and felt something, turned back to meet his gaze, and wondered: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

"Cold, I want to hug Madame." If no one is next to the wind to show love, the starry eyes are shining, and the gentleness is a mess.

"Don't make a fuss." Qinghu slapped his outstretched arms away and continued to look at the situation in the room.

Wu Genming is an ordinary country craftsman, and his family is not wealthy.

His house was not made of stones, but of small stones, and the stone walls were plastered on the inside, so that they were smooth and warm.

The kitchen is separate on the east side and eating is in the yard. Two bedrooms next to each other, and a small room at the far west end to store miscellaneous items.

There really wasn't much stuff in the house, there was not much valuable information in the two bedrooms, and most of the stuff was burned. Only a few wooden baskets of the Wu family's daughter-in-law who were placed in the corner to make needlework survived.

Qinghu looked at it, and couldn't help but smile slightly, she was indeed a skillful woman, and her shoes and hats were very delicate.

The Wu family was an ordinary family, and they didn't buy many things, and the fire at that time should not have burned much, and black smoke rose against the wooden bed, leaving traces on the gray wall.

The bed and the wooden table in the wardrobe are not connected, and the tongues of fire cannot lick each other, so it can be seen at a glance that it is a deliberate arson in many places.

Qinghu thought in his heart. The three members of the Wu family are gone, and the body should have been disposed of by the government, but no one pursued such an obvious deliberate arson and murder.

Qinghu's eyebrows suddenly turned a little colder.

It seems that the government here is also dirty, but I don't know how dirty it is. She remembered that Zhu Jiulong unscrupulously wanted to arrest them and hand them over to a "Master Chen".

This Lord Chen also needs to have a good time for a while.

Clear Lake took another look at the kitchen and utility room.

She found that Wu Genming's family used animal oil for lighting, and the Wu family was not wealthy, and it was normal to use animal oil.

Animal oil is the most primitive, direct, and cheapest fuel available.

The most convenient way to do this is to wrap fat and rags around a stick and light it with a fire breaker to use it as a torch. The grease is baked at high temperatures, and it is much more durable than torches made of cloth or twigs.

If it is more complicated, you can boil the fat out of the fat and soak the cloth or other combustible materials into the fat. When the cloth has absorbed enough grease, tie it into a torch or stack it, and the lighting effect is very good.

Why, then, are there traces of black ash left by burning branches and firewood in the small courtyard?

In early summer, you don't need to heat your home, and you don't cook in the small yard, so why burn firewood?