Although the Wu family's courtyard was burned, the damage was not great.

Clear Lake lit a fire in the small kitchen to the east, ignited a few thick pieces of firewood, and covered it with a thin layer of ash to control the burning rate of the firewood.

She filled the large iron pot on the earthen stove with water, closed the lid and went to the courtyard.

Qinghu chose a relatively small holly tree, took a knife, scraped off the ice-like paste on the tree with the back of the knife, and put it in a wooden bucket.

The holly tree is very tall, and the paste cannot be completely scraped off, so the trunk is very smooth and cannot be climbed on the feet.

Qinghu dragged the wooden table used for eating in the yard over, climbed up the wooden table and set up a stool, barely able to reach the treetops.

Duanfeng watched the little girl busy and didn't want him to help, so he had to keep chasing her with his eyes, ready to catch her when her feet slipped.

Wu Xiaobai didn't know if he was too worried and frightened, or if the suppressed emotions of the past few days were slowly showing up after returning home, and the whole person was sick and in a very bad state. But she had to follow Qinghu and didn't want to stay in the Tianguang inn to rest, so Qinghu had to let her wrap her cloak and rest in the yard where she could get the sun.

Guangzhang did not appear again, but made Qinghu breathe a sigh of relief.

She has too many things on her hands to deal with Guangzhang's inexplicable actions.

In the yard, there was only Duanfeng accompanying the Clear Lake, the early summer was warm, the sunlight was obliquely shining, and Duanfeng surrounded the holly tree, changing various angles to admire his little girl.

It took a whole hour for Clear Lake to scrape the ice flowers off the entire holly tree.

She had been standing on tiptoe on the stool, and it was okay to concentrate on the work at hand before, but when she jumped off the table, she felt a little weak legs, and looked at Duanfeng with a sneer.

Duanfeng hugged Qinghu, gently placed her on the ground, and pulled her somewhat messy hair. With her bare hands, she fished out a red ribbon and tied up her hair.

Qinghu was surrounded by Duanfeng on his chest, smelling his crisp breath, and seeing some clumsiness in his focused eyes.

Looks like the gods aren't good at tying their hair.

She didn't take it and tied it herself, just smiled and stared at Duanfeng, unconsciously revealing two sharp little tiger teeth.

"Madame is coveting her husband's beauty again." Duanfeng's index finger gently swept across the tip of Qinghu's nose and pinched her pink little face. His eyebrows and eyes bent out of a beautiful arc like a crescent moon, and he said softly in an ambiguous tone: "Don't worry, sooner or later it's all Madame's." ”

Qinghu's face turned red, and he suddenly felt embarrassed. She peeked at herself and was caught, not knowing how to refute it, so she had to turn away from Dufeng's hand and look at her barrel.

It was filled with three barrels.

Qinghu dug out a little white paste with his fingers, sniffed with his nose, picked out a small piece and crushed it into powder in his hand, and gently tapped the white powder in his palm with the tip of his little tongue, and tasted it in his mouth.

The white powder has a particularly light sweet taste, if it is not for Qinghu to deliberately look for it, I am afraid that I will not be able to taste it, thinking that it is a tasteless thing.

"It's white wax." She whispered.

"Ash worms eat holly trees, and when they suck up the sap, they spit out ash.

However, there are no ash insects on this tree, and the ash insects will mutate after spitting out the white wax, and they can only live for a maximum of ten days after turning into moths. ”

Qinghu turned his head to look at Wu Xiaobai, who was leaning against the stone wall, and said, "This is a medicinal material that blindly stops bleeding and builds muscles. Xiaobai said that this is fire, and he has seen it burn. ”

Qinghu pondered for a moment and said to himself, "It's about enough to burn, but..."

"Just what?" Duanfeng gently patted Qinghu's palm, patted all the ash powder, and looked at Qinghu's face seriously, feeling very happy.

Does his little girl know so much?